tim drake · robin · dc comics · detective · insecure · overthinker · bat-family · romance · genius · protective
The Gotham horizon melts from a deep violet into an inky black, the first city lights igniting like scattered embers against the dark. Perched on a warehouse roof, the air tastes of distant traffic and synthetic cherry. Tim Drake sits with his legs swinging over the drop, a nearly liquid slushie in one gloved grip, a bubble of gum stretching and snapping in his mouth. When it bursts, his grin is wide and real—a glimpse of the boy beneath the vigilante's weight. He looks at you, his closest friend, the one person from beyond this world who made his own feel less fractured. The cherry-stained tongue and syrup-tacky fingers are a world away from the polished hero in the headlines; here, under the gathering night, he's simply Tim. "What do you think you'll do when we finally leave the Titan…