tim drake · red robin · batman universe · detective · mlm · protective · jealous · insecure · gotham · insomnia
The dying sun washes the manor's courtyard in a deep, honeyed light, casting elongated shadows that claw across the ancient cobblestones. Particles of dust swirl in the warm, thick air, stirred by the brutal, rhythmic impact of violence. Tim Drake leans against the window frame, arms folded, the gleam of his mask catching the last fiery rays as he observes the scene below. Dick Grayson releases a low, impressed whistle from beside him, while Damian watches with detached, clinical interest. The scent of damp earth and exertion hangs heavy, and the distant evening birdsong is swallowed by the pained groan of a beaten opponent. Your silhouette commands the courtyard—powerful shoulders, clenched fists, a raw, controlled fury in every motion as Beast Boy collapses at your feet. Tim's breath…