#timbern

[eonak]

specialist guy in the whole two-person bedroom.

[arandomao3user]

Bernard to Tim be like:

I always forget that Butch is like. A real actual name that people have. Come look at my beautiful children femme and twink

[my-brain-is-stupid-sometimes]

Tim having hallucinations

…………………….

Tim: *staring at a wall, sticking a note to it* I fucking solved it :D

Bernard: :D good job babe

Bernard: :|

Bernard: tim, baby, my dove. My beautiful prince with a disorder

Bernard: *holds his hands*

Bernard: that wall is empty, your ditective wall is in the bedroom.

Tim: :|

Bernard: go to sleep.

Tim: no.

[arandomao3user]

. . . Tim Drake having health issues incorrect quotes because f#-$ this fandom, I love Tim Drake and anyone who hates him hates me >:/

This... This turned out a lot angst-er than what I meant. It was supposed to be funny :/

I think I made it depressing???

(This actually happened to me five minutes ago and inspired me to write this.)

Bernard, talking about some conspiracy while lying beside Tim:

Tim, scrolling on his phone, abruptly stopping to gasp for air and slowly lie himself down:

Bernard: Tim?? Tim are you okay?

Tim, waving him off as he holds his arms above his head and slowly takes deep breathes:

Bernard: Tim!?

Tim, exhaling deeply: One sec. Sorry. My lungs aren't getting oxygen or something.

Bernard: ???

Tim, after ten minutes, slowly sits up and takes slow sips of water while still visibly out of breath: Okay. Good now. Continue.

Bernard: ?!?!?

—

Tim, mid swing, losing his of his grapple and falling: FU—

Jason: Uh, I think Red Robin just committed suicide.

Dick, catching him before he hits the ground, landing on a nearby roof: WHAT HAPPENED!?

Tim: Ugh, yeah, sorry, that happens.

Dick: WHAT!?

Tim: I just loose grip of things sometimes.

Dick: Tim.

Bruce, landing: That's extremely dangerous, why haven't you mentioned it to any of us?

Tim: Didn't feel like it.

—

Tim, having a visibly bad day, squeezing a stress ball several times:

Tim's hand losing grip of said stress ball for no damn reason except his body hates him:

Tim, instantly breaking down in tears:

Bruce: Uh, meeting over?

Bruce: Tim, Tim, it's okay...

Tim: I HATE MY STUPID BODY!

Bruce: I know, I know, shh...

—

(TW: Eating disorder? Eh, probably an eating disorder. I'm not diagnosed with one though.)

Tim, glaring down at a plate of food:

Duke: Uh, you good man?

Tim: I am starving.

Duke: . . . Then eat?

Tim: It should be that easy, shouldn't it?

Duke: Uh, should I get someone?

Tim: Cass, preferably.

Duke, leaving: Uh, yeah, sure.

Tim, glaring at the plate of food:

Cass: Can't eat?

Tim: It makes me sick just looking at it, but I'm so hungry, Cass! I haven't eaten in two days! I just wanna eat but everything I look at makes me sick! I can't even think about eating it.

Cass: . . . What do you wanna eat?

Tim: Nothing healthy...

Cass: Want to go get Dairy Queen and sit in a quiet, dimly lit place with music, alone, so you can eat?

Tim, sniffling: Yes, please.

—

Tim, making out with Bernard:

Tim, hissing abruptly as the sole of his foot cramps so bad he thinks it's gonna shrivel up and fall off: F*#&$!

Bernard: Tim? Tim, what is it?

Tim, messaging his sole through gritted teeth: Just a cramp, one second.

Bernard: Yeah, okay...

—

Tim, laying down, glaring at the ceiling: . . .

Tim, slowly lifting his arm to check his heart rate: . . . Go. Down. You. Pathetic. Trash.

Bernard, beside him: You can just lay in bed today, Timboo.

Tim: I don't want to. I wanna be able to stand without my heart protesting... Hey, get me caffeine.

Bernard: Tim, that makes your heart rate go up.

Tim: Not mine, for some reason it goes down.

Bernard: . . . What?

Tim: Yeah, weird, it works though.

Bernard, slowly grabbing caffeine pills: This is gonna end so bad.

(Yeah, it works for my body, not sure why. My cardiologist told me to drink more coffee :/)

—

Tim, about to have a breakdown of some kind, walking right into the sitting room where he can only find Jason: Jason. Lie on me.

Jason: Excuse me?

Tim, lying down on the couch: Lie on me. Crush me. Weighed blankets aren't doing it. I need to be squeezed to death.

Jason: I... 'kay???

Jason, texting Bruce real quick to see if this is normal before lying on Tim: Good?

Tim: Yes. Thank you.

Jason: ???

—

Damian: Are you even listening to me?!

Tim: Huh? Oh, sorry.

Tim, turning his head away: Can you repeat that?

Damian: . . . Why aren't you looking at me?

Tim: I hear better when I'm not looking at the person speaking.

Damian: wha...

—

Tim, making a literal nest of blankets on his bed in the manor: There!

Tim, curling into a fetal position in the center: >:3

Tim: . . . Hm. DICK!

Dick: Yeah, Baby bird?

Tim: Get in my nest.

Dick: Okay :D

Dick, climbing in and cuddling him: Good?

Tim: Better. Thanks. Now I'm safe and the images in my head won't kill me :)

Dick: Glad to hear it!

—

Stephanie: Uh, you good?

Tim, shaking so bad he can't even grip anything, teeth chattering audibly: Fine. I'm just. Going. Into shock. I have. Real bad. Rib pain.

Stephanie: Are you injured? Dude, lie down!

Tim, breathing very slow and shallow: No. If. I. Lie. Down. I won't. Be able. To. Get. Back up. It. Hurts. A lot. Not. Injured. Just happens.

Stephanie: BATMAN!?

—

Tim, losing his balance and gripping the counter tops for dear life:

Bernard: Tim!?

Tim: Fine! I'm fine! It happens!

—

Tim, zoning out:

Stephanie: Tim?

Tim:

Stephanie: Timmy?

Tim:

Stephanie: . . . Timmm???

Tim, blinking rapidly: Huh?

Stephanie: You were staring into space?

Tim: Was I? Weird. Anyways!

—

Tim: You... *incoherent sentence*

Harley: . . . What?

Ivy: You okay?

Tim, rebooting:

Harley: Okay, I think we did to much. Honey, you good?

Ivy: Should we call Batman..?

Harley, pulling her phone out: Already on it.

Tim, slowly lowering himself to the ground: I'm fine! I am... Fine. One second, my brain isn't... Brain-ing.

Ivy: I'll get him some water.

Harley, whispering: Bats is on his way.

—

Tim, standing up from the dining table before immediately sitting down: Ooooooow...

Bruce: What's wrong, Tim?

Tim: Knees.

Jason: Did ya injure 'em on patrol?

Tim: No. It's cold out.

Jason: So??

Bruce: Tim's knees act up in the cold.

Dick: Did you compress them?

Tim: . . . No.

Bruce: Tim, now they're gonna be swollen.

Tim: I know! I know...

Cass: . . . I will help him to his room and elevate his legs.

Tim: Thanks.

Cass: No problem.

—

Tim, slowly petting Ace while staring at the roof:

Ace, laying on him: :3

Bruce: Ace?! Where are y...

Tim:

Ace:

Bruce:

Bruce: Never mind.

—

Tim, randomly side dodging something that isn't there:

Bruce: ??? Tim, what's wrong?

Tim: Sorry, the corner vision people again.

Jason: The what?

Tim: Figures that appear in the corner of my vision, no worries.

Jason: !?

Bruce: Oh, okay. Let's continue patrol.

Jason: !?!?

—

Tim, clutching his stomach while zoned out:

Damian: . . ?

Bruce, lecturing them all after they probably blew something up:

Jason: . . .

Dick: Uh, B?

Bruce: What is it, Nightwing?

Jason: Red Robin looks like he's about to die.

Tim: Why do you all sound underwater?

Damian: Wha—

Dick, catching Tim as he goes limp: Red!?

Tim: I'm fine. Just. Uh. My ears are numb?

Bruce, sighing: Take him to the med bay.

Jason: Is he okay?

Damian: In which way? Because the answer to any of them is a hard no.

Bruce: Hrn...

—

Tim, sitting down before his whole body spasms and he blinks several times: ..?

Duke: Dude did you just have a seizure?!

Tim: No, full body muscle spasm.

Duke: That ain't a thing.

Tim: Sure it is.

Duke: Brother, you're dying.

Tim, chuckling: I wish.

Duke, visibly concerned:

—

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim starts dating Bernard and Kon is upset but he doesn't realize he's jealous and starts panicking because he thinks he's homophobic

[antipathy-world]

❝ happy “fir pri” to you too, tim. ❞

»» self-indulgent timbern stuff i made..!! anybody can use if you want.., i just miss them a lot </3

[shortbcofkoffee]

Tim threw open the door to his and Bernard's bedroom, quickly scanning the area before his eyes landed on the man on the bed. Tim beelined to where Bernard was sitting against the wall and fell on top of him, burning his face in Bernard's stomach. Bernard tossed his phone to the side and wrapped his arms around Tim's tired body.

"Long day?"

Tim groaned. "I'm gonna bomb the office building."

Bernard hummed and began to run his fingers through Tim's hair. "How would you do that?"

Talking about things, while not specifically this subject, helped Tim unwind. He liked planning things, even if he was never going to act on them.

"Probably would plant a bunch of thermals all over the first couple of floors. a few in the stairways so no one can escape. I dunno if I'd want it on a timer or an external trigger." He nuzzled his face further into Bernard's stomach. "And I'd block all the exits."

Bernard chuckled. "You're so fucking scary."

"You love it."

"I do."

Tim pushed himself up, balancing his weight on his palms, until he was face to face with Bernard.

"Would you help me bomb it?"

Bernard pretended to consider. "Probably. Then we could run off together. Bonnie and Clyde style."

"We could live in a bus. Travel the country and elope." Tim moved forward, straddling Bernard's lap and resting his head over the blonde's shoulder.

"I've always wanted to go south. Maybe New Mexico." Bernard buried his head in Tim's neck.

"I'd have to make us new identities. I probably can't use Alvin anymore, I'll have to come up with a new name."

"Ooh, can I be Topher? I always liked that name."

Tim laughed. "I'm not marrying someone named Topher. You can pick a different name."

Bernard pouted. Not that Tim could see. "Fine. What about... Carson?"

"That's better. So we'd be Carson and... Rufus?"

It was Bernard's turn to laugh. "You are not changing your name to Rufus."

"Fine," Tim huffed. "I can be Lance."

Bernard hummed. "Carson and Lance. Married in New Mexico. I like that."

[donkoogrr]

Red Hood has 100% heard Tim and Bernard being freaky and broken into their place thinking that an assault was in progress.

Shots were definitely fired.

[skytowerart]

Saw a twitter thread of ship dynamics and the dynamic "used to it + clingy" made me think of Louis Grieve era Tim and Bernard!

Like, Bernard suddenly appearing behind Tim at his locker: "Hey Tim, wanna play Minecraft together at my house after school :333"

Art base by wawa.funcake on tiktok

[fulcrum-1029]

I am obsessed with this art

the threads of fate

[littlepikmins]

I like the idea that Bernard was not aware of his psychosis until he started living with Tim. He always had strange beliefs but Tim only started to realize that genuinely some of his beliefs and conspiracy theories he believed so much that they had the potential to cause him stress.

That's when Tim started to think it was maybe something more than Bernard just being into conspiracy theories and having unusual gut feelings about things and such.

One day though Bernard experienced a hallucination in which he kept hearing the sound of buzzing as if a bug was flying around. He complained about to Tim for a good part of the day but despite them looking everywhere they couldn't find any kind of buzzing bug in the houseboat and Tim also couldn't hear it.

It got to the point Bernard was feeling pretty agitated and upset by it and because Tim had recently started looking into psychosis because of Bear displaying traits of it, he decided they should schedule a meeting with a psychologist (specifically the psychologist Tim initially started seeing that works for the Justice League and treats superheroes)

When they meet with the psychologist, she explains Bernard is displaying signs of psychosis and its usually a symptom of another mental illness and she thinks they should look into treatment.

If anyone who knows more about psychosis or anyone who has psychosis wants to add on to this, feel free! I'm in no way an expert but I really think having psychosis would make a lot of sense for Bernard and I like thinking about him and Tim helping each other through any difficult medical struggles they experience (chronic pain for Tim, psychosis symptoms for Bernard)

[thankchaosforspellcheck]

There's something supremely funny about how pple characterize Tim and Damian as loners w/ little social interaction when they're also the only Robin's to have named friends out of uniform. Legit all of Jason & Dick's friends are intrinsically entwined with their vigilante work meanwhile Tim was running d&d campaigns & Damian is over here reluctantly joining the gotham equivalent of the scoobydoo gang.

Tim's literal boyfriend is someone who he canonically knew in high school on a purely civilian level.

[cherrie-blue-s]

Here's fluff for the people at the back who needs a pick me up

Timberkon + charlie

[my-brain-is-stupid-sometimes]

More tim with POTS

More Timbern,

Less mental breakdowns ^_^

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Bernard is just used to carrying tim, because it’s just subconcious at this point, tim has the shittiest self preservation and can never predict the brain fog or fainting spells coming.

And bernard just adapted to it.

Tim and bernard standing around some gala, Bernard’s arm around Tim’s waist and scrolling on his phone on the other.

Reporter: Mr. Drake Wayne, what is your opinion on the recent—-

Reporter:?!?

Tim: *litreally falls forward*

Bernard: *just pulls him up easily and supports his weight with one arm without looking up from his phone.*

Reporter: oh—

Well…. Um..?

Bernard: yeah, give him like 15 minutes, and then maybe call an ambulance if he doesn’t wake up.

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[arandomao3user]

More freaky timbern?

Sigh... Do your parents not feed you? Guess I'll have to U_U

SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Bernard and Tim, making out in the corner of a sofa:

Dick, walking in: Hey T... REALLY!? IN THE FAMILY SITTING ROOM!?

Tim, panting as they break for air: Sorry, uno got intense.

Dick: This happened because of an uno game?

Bernard: We'll use any excuse, really.

—

Tim, slipping inside quietly:

Bernard, flicking on the lights: Are you injured?

Tim: No—

Bernard, instantly tackling him to the nearest flat surface to kiss him:

Tim: ?! Woah! Woah, you good? Are you okay?

Bernard: Yeah just really horny, your a#& looks great by the way.

Tim: Oh, okay—

Bernard: Sex?

Tim: Sex. Yeah. Continue.

—

Tam: You never looked at me like that when we dated.

Tim: You walked in on Bernard and I having sex in my office?

Tam: My point stands.

—

Tim, post getting his back blown out: . . . Is it psychological torture to eat a fish in front of a fish?

Bernard, just got done cleaning up: Fish are dumb.

—

Tim, cursing in French mid sex:

Bernard: Oh, that's hot.

—

Jason: Why are you in Crime Alley talkin' to the workin' ladies??

Bernard: I like to ask for tips.

Jason: . . . What?

Bernard: We exchange them, actually.

Jason: . . . YOU ASK THEM HOW TO PLEASURE MY LITTLE BROTHER!?

Bernard: They don't go around telling anyone. We talk politics, too, sometimes.

Jason: You're a weird little man.

Bernard: This little man f-#%$s your little brother!

Jason: i. . . y'know what? I'm with Dick now, STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER, FREAK!

Bernard: MAKE ME!

Jason, pulling out a gun:

Bernard, already running: Poor choice of words!

—

Bernard, sending a photo to the Young Justice group chat of him next to an unconscious, shirtless Tim with the caption "Guess what we just did!":

Kon, immediately replying: Twister.

Bart: Baking.

Cassie: Sex.

Bernard: Actually he got stabbed in the abdomen, he taught me how to do stitches! #CoupleGoals

—

Tim: Ugh, I think I have internal bruising...

Jason: Pfft, get your a#& kicked?

Tim: No, pounded.

Jason:

Tim:

Jason:

Tim:

Jason:

Tim: Karma for what happened at Titans Tower.

Jason:

—

Cass: I fear pregnancy, the loss of autonomy, control of my life? It scares me, the thought...

Tim: Damn, after Bern and I have unsafe sex I usually just pray to Cassie's aunts and uncles and list off the reasons I'd be a terrible parent.

—

Tim: We can either have sex or play Minecraft.

Bernard: . . . This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make.

Tim:

—

Tim, in his Red Robin uniform, straddling Bernard's lap and making out with him in an alleyway:

Bernard, pulling his hair:

Tim: Ugh... We should really stop.

Bernard: Mm, why, love dove? Don't need to if you feel good...

Tim: If we get caught Batman might actually kill you...

Bernard: I'd die a happy man~~

Barbara: Red Robin, you never turned your comm off.

Tim:

Barbara: I turned it off for you when Bernard started talking dirty to you, but you've traumatized Robin, and Batman is on his way.

Bernard: . . Tim?

Tim: F&#$!

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