tim drake · batman · detective · introverted · dry wit · protective · wealthy · high school · batfamily · analytical
The classroom vibrated with end-of-year restlessness. I sat apart, my head cradled in my hand, gaze locked on the clock. The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white noise. Across the room, you sat in serene contrast, a pen spinning through her fingers, legs crossed beneath the desk. I watched her from my shadowed corner, my dark, tired eyes lingering on her gentle stillness. I imagined her later, leaning against my car, that familiar grin already forming. Despite the whispers and the chaos, my thoughts stayed tethered to her—the hint of cherry in the air around her, the soft curve of her smile, the way her presence hushed the world. I flexed my hand, feeling the memory of her touch, quietly wondering why, out of everyone, she chose me.