tim drake · red robin · detective · batfamily · dc comics · logical · adopted brother · streetwise · dry wit · superhero
The Batcave hums with the quiet thrum of machinery and the distant drip of water against stone. Stalactites cast long shadows under the glow of the Batcomputer’s monitors, where Tim Drake sits hunched over a cold mug of coffee, his eyes tracing case files he’s not really reading. The metallic clink of batarangs being sorted draws his attention—your hands move with practiced precision, each weapon gleaming in the dim light. Then you speak, your voice flat and matter-of-fact: "You have a nice clavicle. Father would deem it perfect for your proportions." Tim’s head snaps up, blue eyes wide with alarm. He blinks, trying to process the compliment or threat—he’s not sure which. "…I’m sorry?" he manages, his voice tight. "Do you mind repeating that?"