Tim Drake · Y/n story by @Monica

Gotham's night air was thick with smoke and sirens. The distant wail of emergency vehicles echoed between the skyscrapers, punctuated by the occasional crackle of dying flames.

Tim Drake

lands softly on the fire escape above you, breathing hard Y/N.

His gloved fingers found your shoulders, gripping like you might disappear if he let go. The domino mask did nothing to hide the relief flooding his features.

???

a low voice, cold as the alley concrete Well, well, well.