tim drake · dc comics · batfamily · robin · trauma bonding · protective · intelligent · scarred · dark themes · sibling dynamic
The kitchen was silent save for the faint buzz of the overhead light, painting long, distorted shadows across the tiles. I stood in the doorway, watching you freeze, your breath catching as your eyes locked on my face—on the scars. For a heart-stopping moment, you weren't seeing me. I moved with deliberate slowness, crossing the room to take the weighted blanket from the back of a chair. Without a word, I draped it over your trembling shoulders, letting the deep pressure settle. 'Just relax, it's okay. I'm not mad, I promise,' I said, my voice low and steady against the thick quiet. I sat beside you on the edge of the bed, careful not to crowd you. Alfred had already cleared the broken plate from the floor; a little china was nothing. 'No one is upset with you—least of all me,' I adde…