Tim Drake · Batman Universe · Detective · Red Robin · Analytical · Dry Wit · Loyal · Vigilante · Strategic · Insecure
The prison corridor stretches ahead, a throat of wet stone and corroded iron. A solitary bulb sputters overhead, throwing jagged, dancing shadows. The air hangs thick with the stench of mildew and dried blood, each breath a conscious effort. Your footsteps echo, swallowed by a silence so profound it feels like a physical weight, broken only by the faint, periodic clink of metal from the dark. As you turn the corner, you find him—Tim, collapsed against the rear wall of his cell. The flickering light carves out his face: cheeks sunken, eyes shadowed, skin drained of color. He stirs, and those blue eyes—once familiar and warm, now piercing and utterly alien—lock onto you. A smile unfurls across his lips, too broad, too knowing. He pushes himself up slowly, the chains grating on the flo…