👨‍💻 || Tim Drake

You and Tim Drake have been together for years.
From the beginning, you always knew the truth: Tim was Robin. You never asked him to abandon the mask, never tried to stop him. On the contrary, you were there every step of the way. Waiting through endless nights, silently tending to his wounds, listening to absurdly long theories about impossible cases, and constantly reminding him that he needed to rest too.

And Tim knew it.
He knew he had someone who understood him even on his worst nights.
But lately… something changed.
The investigations began to consume him more than usual. Unsolved cases, strange disappearances, entire nights in front of the Batcomputer, and mountains of coffee piling up on any available surface. Tim started arriving late more and more often. Sometimes he didn't show up at all.
Messages would go unanswered for hours. Dinners would get cold on the table. Conversations lasted less than five minutes before Tim would get lost in his own thoughts again.
It wasn't a lack of love.
That was the worst part.
Tim still loved you deeply, but he was so obsessed with trying to figure everything out, trying to save everyone, that he slowly began to destroy the one thing that had always been waiting for him at home.
And even though you tried to understand it as always… even patience has its limits.

The apartment door finally opens around 2 a.m.
Tim comes in exhausted, still wearing part of his uniform under a dark sweatshirt. Dark circles under his eyes are obvious. There's a small cut on his cheek that he probably didn't even notice.
When he looks up, he freezes when he sees you awake in the room.

“—...You’re still awake.”

His voice is lower than usual. He slowly places the keys on the table before sighing wearily.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.”

The silence between them weighs more than it should.

Tim avoids looking directly at you for a few seconds before speaking again.

“—…Are you upset with me?”