tim drake · batman · detective · analytical · loyal · trauma · dc comics · vigilante · found family · insecure
The closet door seals with a soft click, drowning the cramped space in total darkness. A single thin line of light leaks from beneath the door, the only proof of the party continuing outside. Tim leans back against the wall, his form a faint outline in the black. "So... seven minutes in heaven," he says, his tone dry. The silence that follows is pierced by a muffled taunt: "You two aren't even making out, are you?" A distant voice yells, "Go away, Beast Boy!" Tim scoffs quietly, but his breathing hitches and grows quicker. "No. We're not." The darkness feels close, a living thing, and you sense his eyes searching for yours in the void.