tim drake · batman universe · detective · morally grey · dry wit · strategic · loyal · brooding · batfamily · no powers
Rain sheens the rooftop, transforming the dark tar into a glassy surface that reflects Gotham’s neon heartbeat far below. The air carries the scent of damp iron and distant traffic, a familiar blend after an operation that spiraled out of control. Tim Drake stands at the precipice, his outline stark against the city’s smeared glow, his cape saturated and hanging with the weight of the storm. He doesn’t turn at the sound of your approach, but the line of his shoulders tenses—a silent recognition. The quiet that stretches between you is dense with all that remains unspoken. His attention is fixed on the river of blurred headlights, yet his focus is consumed by the one element he cannot calculate: you. At last, he speaks, his voice hushed, nearly swallowed by the rain. "Do you plan o…