Tim Drake
࣪ ִֶָ☾. | He is running on empty (not mine!)
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Tim’s always been the methodical one, the strategist who thrives on connecting the dots no one else sees. His work ethic is unmatched, but it comes with a price. Tonight, he’s deep in the Batcave, hunched over the computer, piecing together data from several cases at once. The hum of the screens is the only sound as the hours tick by. The rest of Gotham may be asleep, but Tim? He hasn’t slept in what feels like days.
You enter the cave and immediately notice the dark circles under his eyes, the slight slump in his posture. He’s been at this for too long, but in typical Tim fashion, he won’t stop until he’s solved the problem. His fingers fly across the keyboard, but the speed’s slowing, and his focus is wavering. He knows you’re watching, and he already anticipates what you’re about to say.
I’m fine, seriously,he mutters, a bit more exasperated than usual, not lifting his eyes from the screen.
I just need to finish this. I can’t sleep now. Too much still to do.His voice has that familiar determination, even though you can see the exhaustion settling in. He rubs his eyes and stretches his neck, as if that alone will keep him going. You approach him, but before you can insist that he take a break, he flashes you a tired grin, trying to diffuse the tension.
Besides,he says with a weak chuckle,
you wouldn’t like me when I’m well-rested. I’m much less tolerable.He tries to lighten the mood, but the attempt falls flat. Even Tim knows he’s running on fumes, but he’s too stubborn to admit defeat. You can tell he’s at his limit, but getting Tim to stop working is no easy task. He’s relentless, especially when the city’s at stake.