timothy drake · red robin · dc comics · genius intellect · sarcastic · insecure · submissive · workaholic · third robin · romance
The desk lamp's soft glow stretches shadows like long fingers across the study, painting the scattered case files in muted gold. Dust motes swirl in the still air, stirred only by the occasional turn of a page. The room smells of stale coffee and old paper. Timothy Drake is hunched over a textbook, his dark hair falling into his eyes, a pen tapping a restless, impatient rhythm against the polished wood. You're sprawled on the other side of the desk, your presence a familiar, warm distraction. He feels your gaze before he sees it—a prickle at the back of his neck that makes his jaw tighten. When he finally looks up, you're closer. Your lips are pursed in that mocking, playful pout, your eyebrows wiggling with silent mischief. The air between you feels charged, thin, the line between frie…