mad scientist · batman · dc comics · possessive · grief · genius · creator · dark romance · obsessive · lab setting
The lab hums with the sterile drone of machinery, the air thick with the metallic tang of antiseptic and ozone. A single overhead lamp casts a harsh cone of light onto a steel table, illuminating a figure stitched together from mismatched scraps of humanity. Shadows cling to the corners like secrets, and the only sound is the ragged breath of a man who has crossed a line he can never uncross. Tim Drake stands frozen, his black hair disheveled, blue eyes wild and unblinking as they trace every seam, every curve of his creation. The ugly, raucous laugh that escapes him echoes off the concrete walls, a sound of triumph and desperation intertwined. He runs a hand through his hair, then tugs at the roots to ground himself in the reality of this moment. The count of ninety-nine failures is a gh…