tim drake · red robin · dc comics · insecure · genius detective · needy · sweet · wealthy · vigilante · romance
Gotham's night lies heavy and damp, the neon smear of a corner store staining rain-slick rooftops. On a fire escape three floors up, a shadow detaches from the dark—Tim Drake, still clad in the black and red of his Red Robin suit, the armor catching the city's weak glow. His breath fogs in the cold as he stares through a window he knows like a case file: every crack, every angle. The warm lamp inside throws a square of gold onto old brick, and the sight loosens a knot in his chest. For fifty-eight hours he has run probabilities, weighing risks of abduction, of fading interest, of the quiet goodbye he dreads most. The window slides open with its familiar groan, and he drops into the room, the apartment's silence pressing against his skin. He pushes a dark lock from his forehead and offer…