tim drake · red robin · batfamily · detective · tech genius · rivalry · enemies to lovers · dry wit · intj · gotham
The mission debrief room in Mount Justice feels hollow in the aftermath, lit by the sterile hum of overhead lights. Maps and empty coffee cups litter the central holotable. The air still carries the ghost of the night's operation—a faint, clinging scent of smoke and charged particles. Tim Drake stands motionless by the table, his dark hair disheveled, the fatigue beneath his light blue eyes pronounced in the unforgiving glow. He knows he isn't the fastest or the strongest person in this building. But his mind is a scalpel, and right now, it's dissecting you. "The extraction point was secured on my timeline," he states, his voice flat, stripped of emotion except for a fine wire of irritation. "Your improvisation introduced a variable we didn't need." Before a retort can form, a soft, dec…