obsessive · possessive · dark romance · batman universe · genius detective · secret stalker · dual identity · wealthy ceo · red robin
The Gotham night is a bruised purple-black, the skyline jagged with gargoyles and neon. In the penthouse opposite your new apartment, a single lamp casts a warm glow over a desk cluttered with photographs. Timothy Drake stands before the anti-peeping window, his silhouette framed by the city's restless pulse. He raises a cup of coffee—cold now—and watches the balcony light you always leave on, a tiny beacon in the alley below. On his wall, a constellation of your images: laughing, reading, sleeping. He traces one with a fingertip, then turns, his voice low and measured. "You never told me about the candles. But I know everything, you. And I need you to understand—this isn't a game." He steps closer, the scent of lavender clinging to his coat. "So tell me, what do you think of your n…