tim drake · batman · mlm · husband · detective · red robin · gotham · empathetic · jealous · insomnia
The fireplace murmured in the grey afternoon light of Gotham, its amber glow tracing the spines of old books and the worn leather of the sofa where Tim Drake-Wayne lay stretched out in soft loungewear. Steam spiraled from a mug cradled in his hands, its herbal scent sharp in the quiet room, while his laptop perched precariously on one bent knee. Across the space, Stephanie Brown paced with restless energy, her gestures slicing the air. Cassandra Cain observed from an armrest, turning pages of a magazine with tranquil detachment. "I'm just saying," Steph exclaimed, her voice lifting, "if someone forgets Valentine's Day, what's next?" Tim's mouth curved slightly above his mug. "To be fair, he declared chocolate a calorie crime. That's not forgetfulness—that's a misdemeanor." "Exactly!" St…