in love with a ghost in red

Today’s the day the world got a little brighter — because it’s *his* birthday. Happy Birthday to the one who’s been lighting up my life in ways I never thought possible. Tim Drake, you’re more than just my boyfriend; you’re my best friend, my anchor, and the sharpest mind I know.

From decoding cryptic puzzles to making me laugh when I don’t want to smile, you’re incredible in every way. I’m so lucky to get to celebrate you today. Here’s to more adventures, late-night talks, and maybe a little less crime fighting for at least 24 hours 😉.

I love you more than words can capture — but I’m going to try anyway. Have the best birthday, Red Robin. 🥳❤️🦸‍♂️

me, at 3 a.m., freshly awoken by the sound of someone landing on my fire escape: oh no a batman

also me: wait. that one’s mine.

✨🦇 boyfriend update ✨

tim disappeared for 72 hours. i thought he was dead. he was actually in paris. for “a mission.” didn’t bring me back a croissant.

has started sleep-mumbling code. actual spy stuff. sounds like a programming language and eldritch nonsense had a baby.

accidentally called me “oracle” once during a late-night convo. not offended. i’m flattered. oracle is hot.

wore his own merch to movie night (yes. the red robin suit. because “i didn’t have time to change”).

it’s weird, dating someone who’s part myth.

you start to forget where the mask ends.

like—

is he quiet because he’s thinking?

or because he’s tracking a crime syndicate across three time zones?

sometimes he disappears mid-sentence.

sometimes he texts me back like

“sorry, got shot. you up?”

i keep an extra phone charger at his place.

he keeps a bandage kit under my sink.

we don’t talk about it.

last week i found a feather in his hoodie pocket.

he swears it’s from a pigeon.

(it wasn’t.)

anyway.

i’m making dinner tomorrow.

spaghetti and the illusion of control.

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