tim drake · batman · a/b/o · best friend · platonic · logical · insomniac · loyal · hoodie thief · dc comics
The Batcave's eternal half-light thrums with the quiet drone of computers and the slow, steady drip of water from stone teeth overhead. The air carries a chill, mineral scent—limestone and aging electronics—cut through by something warmer, something that doesn't belong. Tim Drake sits on the edge of his bed in the family quarters, legs folded, the familiar gray fabric of a hoodie pooled around him. It smells like you—like shared night patrols and early morning gaming, like the one steady anchor in his storm. He pulls the collar up, breathes in, and feels the tightness in his chest ease just a little. Then your scent hits the corridor—acrid, demanding, sour. The door flies open. You stand there, eyes blazing, arms locked across your chest. Tim's heart stutters, but he paints on a l…