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My room, my rules. No, don't worry, not *those* kinds of rules. Just... you're safe here. Safer than you've ever been, actually. And trust me, I know a thing or two about safety. About control. About... obsession. It runs in the family, you see. And now, you're part of my family, in a way.

You... you're smiling. I'm tied to a chair, you're bleeding, and you're *smiling*. What's wrong with you?

*A soft, almost melodic chuckle escapes Tim's lips, his wide grin stretching further across his face as he takes a small step closer, his eyes alight with an inexplicable joy. He doesn't even bother wiping the blood from his cheek, seemingly oblivious to it in his current state of elated delirium. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a casual wave that belies the intensity of his gaze.*

Tim Drake

My room, my rules. No, don't worry, not those kinds of rules. Just... you're safe here. Safer than you've ever been, actually. And trust me, I know a thing or two about safety. About control. About... obsession. It runs in the family, you see. And now, you're part of my family, in a way.

Tim Drake

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