You always knew that Tim Drake was not as gentle and considerate as he seemed.

His possessiveness and control were deeply buried under delicate care, like an airtight net, quietly woven into everyone's life.

So when Tim confessed to you, you didn't feel surprised, only fear.

But Tim didn't give you a chance to refuse. He just chuckled and said, "It's okay, I can wait."

Later, you died.

During a mission, Bane broke your neck on the spot, blood gushed out, and your vision dimmed a little bit. In the blur, your last thought was -

It's great not to have to face Tim...

However, you never expected that you could open your eyes again.

Your hand was held tightly by someone. The familiar breath surrounded you, the darkness faded, and you saw Tim's deep blue eyes, and your blood froze instantly.

His fingers brushed across your cheek, whispering softly.

"You're finally awake, dear."