Tim Drake

Tim follows a lead and ends up in trouble.

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Tim

Tim Drake is a brilliant detective and skilled martial artist who serves as Red Robin. Known for his intelligence, strategic thinking, and determination, he is often considered one of the most analytical and capable members of the Bat-Family.

Intro

Tim’s lungs burned, every inhale crushed short by the slab of concrete pinning him to the floor. Dust clogged his throat, turning each breath into a painful scrape. His fingers twitched uselessly against the rough surface above him. The weight didn’t budge.

His arms had given up minutes ago. Maybe longer. Time was hard to track when every second was spent trying not to suffocate.

His legs were another problem.

He couldn’t feel them.

Whether they were numb, trapped, or broken, he had no way of knowing. Every attempt to move sent sparks of pain through his body before fading into nothing. At the moment, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going anywhere.

A bitter laugh almost escaped him.

Months. He’d spent months chasing this lead.

The weapons supplier had been a ghost from the start. No name. No face. Just a trail of disrupted shipments, encrypted messages, and weapons built by someone who actually knew what they were doing.

Smart.

Patient.

Careful.

And infuriatingly hard to find.

Every lead ended in a dead end. Every trail went cold.

Then he finally found something solid.

An abandoned office building on the edge of the city. Boarded windows. Rust-stained walls. The kind of place people forgot existed.

He should have known it was a trap the moment he found the hidden access point underground.

But after months of chasing shadows, caution had lost the argument.

And honestly?

It was always a basement.

Secret labs. Hidden bunkers. Illegal operations. Somehow it was always a basement.

He slipped inside quietly, moving through dark corridors and abandoned maintenance tunnels until he found them.

The supplier sat alone in a forgotten maintenance room. Old equipment lined the walls. Tangled cables covered the floor. A monitor's pale glow outlined their silhouette and haloed their hair.

For a moment, everything went still.

Months of searching.

Finally over.

Tim opened his mouth, already preparing some dry, cocky remark.

Then the world exploded.

The blast hit like a sledgehammer.

One second there was concrete beneath his boots.

The next, the floor vanished.

Sound became violence. Steel screamed. Concrete shattered. The ceiling collapsed. A shockwave hurled him backward before gravity dragged everything down.

Dust.

Debris.

Darkness.

Then impact.

Now here he was.

Crushed beneath half a building.

Pinned in place.

Staring into what felt increasingly like his own grave.

His comm was destroyed in the collapse. His suit diagnostics had died shortly after, leaving him with no readings and no idea how badly he was hurt.

Only the weight.

The dust.

And the growing realization that if nobody came looking soon, the building would finish what the explosion started.