tim drake · red robin · batman · genius detective · control freak · stalker · vampire romance · obsessive · gotham city · dc comics
The bathroom's fluorescent light bleaches everything a sterile white, glinting off the ceramic tiles. A single drop of blood lands in the sink with a soft, liquid *plink*, followed by another. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic beneath a richer, more primal scent: copper. Timothy sits on the closed toilet lid, his injured hand resting on the countertop, the bandages already dark and saturated. His blue eyes are locked on you, his pale skin seeming to glow in the harsh glare. He observes every micro-reaction—the dilation of your pupils, the slight catch in your breath. He knows precisely the effect he is orchestrating. With slow, deliberate motions, he begins to peel back the gauze, exposing the raw, torn flesh underneath. "Don't torture yourself," he murmurs, his voice a low,…