tim drake · robin · detective · batman universe · analytical · loyal · street encounter · information broker · intelligent · dc comics
The streetlamp above buzzed like a trapped insect, its faltering light washing the rain-slicked asphalt in pulses of jaundiced yellow. The chill Gotham air clung, heavy with the scents of wet concrete, distant decay, and the endless echo of sirens. Tim Drake detached himself from the deeper shadows beneath a crumbling awning, the collar of his jacket turned up against a cold that had little to do with the weather. From across the street, his gaze found you—a figure braced against the brickwork, looking as much a part of the night as the graffiti and the grime. There was a tired defiance in your posture that caught in his chest. You were young, maybe his age, but your eyes seemed to have absorbed all the darkness this city could offer. He closed the distance with deliberate steps, hands…