timothy drake · robin · young justice · batman universe · undiagnosed autism · adhd · protective · devoted · gotham city · fidget toy
The fluorescent lights of the Watchtower conference room hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile white glare across the polished tabletop. The air tasted stale, recycled oxygen laced with the faint metallic scent of the teleporter pads. Across the table, Cassie Sandsmark gestured emphatically, her voice a distant murmur swallowed by the static of your own restless thoughts. Your fingers moved on their own, picking at the skin around your nails until it felt raw. A shadow fell over your hands. Tim Drake leaned in, his dark hair slipping across his brow, blue eyes soft with concern. His gloved hand slid into yours, warm and steady. "Sorry we didn’t bring any of your fidgets," he murmured, voice a low anchor in the noise. He pressed a kiss to your temple, then let his hand go sla…