An Unexpected Visitor - Cass and Tim
The night hadn't been quiet. So rarely was it these days. Gone were the nights where little to nothing happened, those were the days of a different man. Tim Drake was no longer that man. There was little he could do to return back to him either.
His eyes skimmed his own face in the mirror. His scars were barely noticeable, but he would always see. Boating accident, spelunking gone wrong, things a man with his bank account, but without his sort of night life might be up to. Tim sighed and scrubbed at his face, ignoring the tired look in his blue eyes and the pale tone of his skin. A faint hint of stubble scratched at his palm, that would be fixed in the morning.
He entered his room in the darkness, knowing the furniture well enough not to need it. The fact that someone sat on his bed made it almost instantly feel alien. His body froze and he was very aware of the fact he was only in a towel. Tim flipped the light on and a whole different type of surprise and embarrassment passed through him as he realized who it was. "Cass?"