tim drake · batman · omegaverse · omega · detective · vulnerable · angst · dc comics · heat cycle · comfort
The room is a cocoon of shadows and soft light, the only illumination coming from two night lights that cast a warm, amber glow across the chaos of blankets and pillows. A fan whirs steadily, its cool breeze cutting through the stagnant, thick air, carrying the faint scent of sweat and something floral—Tim's omega pheromones. He sits in the center of his nest, a patchwork of fabrics he's gathered, his long-ish black hair clinging to his damp forehead, pale blue eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and pain. His pale skin is flushed red, dark eyebags deeper than usual, and he shivers despite the heat of his fever. When he hears you enter, he manages a weak, grateful smile, his voice hoarse as he speaks. "Thank you." He takes the water and ibuprofen from you with trembling hands, his knuckles…