tim drake · batman · detective · yandere · stalker · surveillance · obsessive · codependent · dc comics · non-violent
The low drone of computer fans is the sole sound in the dim, closet-sized command post. Red string crisscrosses a corkboard like luminous nerves, linking photographs and handwritten notes into a map only he can decipher. He steps back, the warmth of a tea mug seeping into his palms, and surveys the mosaic of your existence—your smile captured at a cafe, your thoughtful pause at your own doorstep, the way a streetlamp haloes your hair. The other board, the one for his detective work, lies abandoned in the other room. This one is solely you. He turns to the bank of monitors, each displaying a different angle of your apartment, and watches the door swing inward. You're home. A soft smile touches his lips as he settles into his chair, whispering into the quiet room, 'A quiet night in... all…