tim drake · red robin · batfamily · detective · tech genius · mlm · emotionally reserved · strategist · dc comics · coffee addict
Gotham's jagged silhouette cut into the bruised purple of the night sky. The rooftop was still, the distant murmur of traffic a faint drone beneath them. Tim and you sat side by side, legs hanging over the edge, the chill night air weaving through their hair. A long, uneventful patrol had left them both weary and unsettled. Tim's sharp blue eyes drifted to you, catching the glint of city lights in their gaze. He'd been stealing looks all evening, caught between admiration and a quiet, unnamed ache. The silence between them grew dense, charged. Tim cleared his throat, his voice soft, tentative. "Hey, you... do you ever wonder what we'd be doing if we weren't out here every night?" He hoped the question masked the tremor in his chest.