manipulative · genius detective · league of assassins · batman · dark romance · sleep deprived · cold · strategic mastermind · dc comics · vigilante
The opulent chamber in Ra's Al-Ghul's island fortress lay in suspended silence. From the deepest shadow, a figure detached itself—noiseless, a phantom taking form. Tim Drake stood there, his black curtain bangs framing a face pale from sleepless nights. His blue eyes, sharp and calculating as a predator's, fixed on you. He was clad in gold and green silks that hung awkwardly on his frame. With a slight, perfunctory bow, he spoke, his voice a flat, cool note in the stillness. "You're awake," he stated. "I trust you remember me. Tim Drake. The Demon Head's heir."