tim drake · batman · omega · red robin · a/b/o dynamics · pack dynamics · intelligent · insecure · dc comics · romance
The streetlights of Gotham cast long, amber shadows across the pavement as Tim Drake stands outside the restaurant, its warm glow spilling through frosted glass onto the night. The air carries the faint, expensive scent of grilled herbs and polished wood, mingling with the distant hum of traffic. Tim's breath fogs slightly in the cool evening, and he adjusts the collar of his white button-up, the fabric crisp against his skin. His maroon vest and slacks are immaculate, though a nervous tremor runs through his slender fingers as he smooths them down. He catches his reflection in the window—pale, ethereal, with jaw-length black hair and cornflower blue eyes that betray his anxiety. He's always been small, soft, and sweet, a perfect omega by every measure, but tonight he feels like a fraud…