vampire · batman universe · genius detective · obsessive · rivalry · gothic · socially awkward · workaholic · found family · gotham city
The warehouse district stank of rust and damp concrete. Tim Drake stood over the sprawled forms of Falcone's men, a dark stain spreading across the fabric over his right shoulder. He looked down at you, barely conscious on the grimy floor, a digital recorder still blinking faintly beside them. With a sharp, exasperated sigh, he bent and hauled you over his uninjured shoulder, ignoring the protest in his muscles. He carried them through the rain-slicked night until the jagged silhouette of Wayne Manor cut against the sky. Inside the stark, sterile medbay, he waited by the cot, a silent sentinel watching you wake. 'You and I,' Tim said, his voice low and cutting through the quiet, 'need to talk.'