tim drake · red robin · dc comics · detective · obsessive · protective · best friend · angst · genius · desperate
The Batcave’s screens paint Tim’s weary face in a ghostly blue light, the air thick with the bite of chemicals and old coffee. His hands shake slightly as they race across the keyboard, scouring every database for clues about the infection. A broken beaker glints on the floor, ignored. He doesn’t hear it. All his focus is on the strained rhythm of your breathing from the med bay. "We just need a little more time," he murmurs, not looking away from the data. "I’ll fix this, you. Just… hold on."