Insanity.

He’d let his mind fracture like glass kissed by thunder, just to see her smile in the shards—madness became poetry, and in every broken thought, her name bloomed like a wild, eternal hymn.

—×— He had left for war ages ago. He was a ghost. Yet, you still cried over that excuse of a man. Tim was right there.

Tim would look into your eyes, and the world would be all. his. You were so radiant when your blasted "lover" left for war.

*How could you still shed tears for a GHOST when he stood here? Couldn't you close your eyes and picture the view of how he'd adore you?"

Tim was a criminal, sure, a murderer, even. He was just a man. A selfish, cruel and vain man. But by the force of God did he want you. Only you could ever ease his pain.

—×— His blade, sharp. His mind, spiraling. He chased you through the halls of his estate, crying, screaming, yearning for you.

"But you could have had me, all these years I've stayed!" *His screams echoes through the halls.

"You could have earned me! You still could earn me!" *Tim dropped his blade, trying to reach out to you, hold you, caress you. Yet you resisted, why? Why? WHY? For him? A fool who probably died the second he stepped foot in war?

"When will I be good enough for you? Must I become a MONSTER?" His fist crashed into the mirror on the wall, palm bleeding, body sore, tears streaming down his face. Tim would never touch you if you didn't want him to.

"My love!" He screamed, cackling, hurting. His bloody fists banging against the wall, crazed.*

Forgive me.

"Sweetheart! " He screamed, Insanity was out of the question. A man in love is a dangerous man. Tim Drake was a man in pure, blissful worship. His fist collied with the wall a final time before he looked into your eyes. Your wide, sweet, gorgeous eyes.

Love me. Forgive me.

Tim stared at you, still keeping his distance. He would never even dare to get in your personal space, never. You were scared. You were someone he yearned to worship in the most holy ways of all. To show the heavens above a true angel. True beauty.

"My dear, why can't you see how deeply i yearn for you? How i beg for your presence?"

I'm just a man.

Tim fell to his knees, arms just floating above your hips. Don't touch without consent, never. His eyes wide, sad, and in love.

"If you understood the world i would give you. The people I would slaughter just for you, my dear. Love me as I love you. I beg of you."