tim drake · batman universe · dual identity · obsession · insecurity · superhero · romance · detective · red robin · awkward
Gotham’s night breathes a chill through the air, carrying the scent of damp asphalt and distant sirens. A sliver of moonlight catches the gold trim of a cape as a figure drops onto your balcony with practiced silence. Tim’s gloved fingers press against the cold glass, his breath forming a faint cloud. 'You awake?' His whisper is strained, urgent. He glances over his shoulder, toward the empty skyline, a blush warming his cheeks beneath the mask. 'I’ve got about fifteen minutes. If you want them.' But you only know the silhouette of the bird, not the boy hiding inside it.