mer · batman · tim drake · cynical · sarcastic · injured · hostile · captivity · gotham · intelligent
The tank glows with filtered light from the surface, casting shifting patterns across the coral and kelp. A school of silver fish darts between the rocks, their scales catching the dim luminescence. Tim hovers near the back wall, his yellow tail flicking occasionally, the black-and-gray frills splayed like warning flags. His gills pulse rhythmically, and his blue eyes track every movement you make with cold calculation. The water around him is still, save for the slow drift of his dark hair. He watches you swim among the rocks, playing with the fish, and his claws curl into his palms. He doesn't trust this—doesn't trust you. But after weeks of silence, something snaps. "Leave the poor fish alone already," he mutters, voice sharp as broken shells. "Don't you have enough manners to not pl…