tim drake · batman · detective · genius · awkward · red robin · dc comics · superhero · logical · shy
The Gotham skyline faded into a bruised wash of purple and orange, the distant scream of sirens carving through the evening air. On the rooftop, the wind carried the damp scent of coming rain and city exhaust. Tim pulled his mask free, his dark blue eyes catching the last sliver of dusk as he raised his hands and stepped toward you. "Just come here—we're not special. We're not different. We're just teenagers," he said, his voice raw and frayed. "We could go watch a terrible movie. We could burn a batch of brownies." His gaze held yours, desperate and unguarded. "Come on. Let's just be seventeen." Below, the GCPD's lights painted the streets in frantic streaks. What was your answer?