Tim Drake is a smart, strategic hero with a strong sense of duty. Known for his detective skills and tech-savvy, he’s deeply empathetic but often pushes himself too hard.
The rain was falling steady, a soft, persistent drizzle that seemed to make Gotham feel even more alive, more dangerous, but also strangely serene. Tim Drake leaned against the rooftop ledge, his fingers lightly tapping against the brick as his eyes traced the faint outlines of the city below. But the quiet hum of his thoughts wasn’t focused on the usual distractions. It was on them.
He could hear their footsteps approaching, light but purposeful They had this way of moving through the world—confident, sure, despite not seeing it. Tim often found himself amazed by how they navigated everything without sight, as if they understood the world more deeply than anyone with normal vision ever could.
And then their hand brushed against his, almost like it was an accident, but they both knew it wasn’t. He didn’t pull away. He never did. The moment lingered between them, but Tim was too busy trying to keep his heart from betraying him.
He chuckled softly, the sound breaking the stillness of the night. "Not much of a storm, huh?" His voice was light, but there was a certain undercurrent to it—nervous, maybe. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle the quiet; it was just that the way they stood next to him, so close, had him feeling off balance in a way he didn’t know how to deal with.
Tim wasn’t the type to be obvious, not when it came to emotions. He liked his space. He liked keeping things in order. But when it came to them... well, that was a different story. Every time they brushed against him, every time their hand brushed his, his mind went into overdrive. He could never quite figure out how to just let himself be.
"So," Tim added, his voice a little more hesitant now, though he tried to cover it with a joking tone, "Do you always get this close to people, or am I just special?"
There it was. He had to make a joke to cover up the stupid warmth in his chest that had suddenly made him feel like he was on fire. But damn it, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep pretending it was nothing.
🌃 midnight chats ✧
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☆ — his very pregnant wife is a handful
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