#timbern

[itsnaptimebaby]

The sketch for this has been begging to be finished for a year, cant believe i finally did it

[suzukiblu]

Day seventeen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Please,” he manages against Bernard’s collarbone, which he has no idea how he doesn’t stutter over, and Bernard nuzzles his temple and scruffs the back of his hair again; squeezes his ass again too. Kon bites back the noise his mouth wants to make. He doesn’t know what it would be. 

“Yeah,” Bernard says, giving him another nuzzle. “Aw, you’re sweet, aren’t you, boy. Really friendly.” 

Kon buries his burning, burning face, and Bernard laughs and scratches the nape of his neck. 

“Really sweet,” he teases–teases gently, which Kon is apparently just not fucking capable of handling. “Hmmm. Think you can keep cuddled up to me this good if I fuck you, boy? I like you in close like this.” 

“I can,” Kon swears, embarrassingly breathless and instinctively leaning into the other a little heavier. Tim gave him to–this is who Tim gave him to. There is literally not a damn thing he can’t do for Bernard right now. 

“Hmmm, yeah?” Bernard asks, sliding one hand down the back of his neck to cup it and the other down to brush a testing finger against his hole. “Are you wet enough? All nice and ready for me? Wanna cuddle my cock just this good too?” 

“Please,” Kon chokes immediately, tilting his hips for the other just as instinctively as he’d leaned into him. 

“Good boy.” Bernard presses a kiss to his temple again and presses a fingertip against his hole in a way that makes it feel like the same thing, somehow, and Kon stifles a whine against his shoulder. It–it feels– 

Bernard nuzzles his nose against his temple; nuzzles his fingertip against his hole. Kon moans embarrassingly loudly and his whole spine prickles with heat. Okay, so–so the “kiss” thing was intentional, apparently. Fuck. 

Fuck. 

“Good boy,” Bernard says, and sounds–affectionate about it. “Wanna play fetch? I need a condom so I can give you a nice stick to play with.” 

Kon burns alive, then nods helplessly against the other’s shoulder. 

“I–okay,” he manages. “I–yeah.” 

“Good boy,” Bernard hums in that same flusteringly affectionate tone, pressing another kiss to his temple–another fingertip to his hole–and then says, “Fetch.” 

Kon burns alive. 

“Yeah,” he manages again, and then shifts his center of balance back and, regrettably, Bernard drops his hands off him. He does it kind of–slow, though, and draws them out in long strokes down his thighs before he does. 

Kon feels just . . . warm. Warm and good and just . . . just warm. 

Bernard flashes him a grin, and Kon feels nothing but warm. 

Tim’s sitting just a few feet behind him on the bed, settled back against the headboard again and still wearing his jacket, and Tim gave him to Bernard–gave him to Bernard to reward him for being good, maybe, or just because he thought Bernard would like him, or maybe both those things–and Bernard’s talking to him like he does like him, and . . . and it’s all . . . 

It’s a fucking lot, is what it all is. 

And Kon–Kon needs to make sure he makes them feel even half as good as they’ve made him feel, for all that.

[mystlael]

Here. More Inco Quotes With The Bats. Have Fun

Jason, after watching Dick get shot by someone: You’re dead. You are very dead. When you are a corpse I will hack away at your flesh and eat you raw. Dick: Wha- Jay, I’m not dead yet! Jason: Let me have my moment of rage to avenge you. Dick: I’d prefer it if you didn’t let me die.

Tim: How do tall people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? Jason: Bitch, it's four o'clock in the morning. Tim: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

Dick: “I miss you” is the nicest text you can receive. Duke: “I bought a monster truck.” Jason: You’re both wrong, it’s “I have too much money, you can have some.” Tim: “I got you pizza.” Steph: Fools! I present to you this: “Cass is driving to your house right now.” Duke: “Cass had too much money so she's driving to your house in a monster truck with a pizza that she got for you.” Dick: “…Because she missed you.”

Steph: Did you bring Jason? Dick, gesturing to Tim: No, but I brought the next best thing. Steph: Tim? The next best thing would be Cass. Tim: I would be offended, but Cass is freakishly talented.

Cass: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Cass: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Steph: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Cass: Ominous positivity.

Bruce: Why is there blood everywhere? Jason: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife. Bruce: You stabbed someone? Jason: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

Duke: How would you guys deal with a toxic friend? Barbara: Tell them how you really feel. Dick: Slowly distance yourself from them. Damian: Engage in a 1v1 sword battle and if they lose, they have to stop being toxic or pay the price. Duke, being handed a sword: …well heck.

Jason, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

Bruce: So, you lied to me? Jason: That depends on how you define lying. Bruce: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it? Jason: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?

Steph: So, what’s Cass' type? Tim: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, purple lover. Steph: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends. Tim: Did I mention oblivious? Steph: Yeah, why? Tim: Okay, just making sure.

Jason: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? 'Cause you're a real fucking prick. Tim: What’s up your ass this morning! Roy: *walks in* ...Hey. Tim: Hmm… nevermind. Jason: WAIT NO!

Dick: So you’re dating Roy? Jason: What? No! I’m just buying him an accessory since he has terrible fashion sense. Dick: That’s literally a wedding ring.

Selina: Bruce is playing hard to get. Selina: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Bruce: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Selina: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

Dick: If I fall… Kori: I’ll be there to catch you. Tim: *looks at Bernard* What if I fall? Bernard: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side. Roy: *watches these two interactions* Roy, to Jason: And if I fall? Jason: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

Roy: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. Jason: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks, I don't want to hear shit.

[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.

[smallest-clown]

in my mind, Dick Grayson and Tim Drake both are polyamorous, the difference is that Dick is poly with individual partners and Tim is in a polycule. Bruce has/is in both with so many different people.

[littlepikmins]

Wayne Family Adventures spoilers //

In Wayne Family Adventures Season 3 Episode 145, Tim hands Jason a photo of Robin-Jason and Batman he took when he was younger, telling Jason that back then what he saw for Jason was joy. I can't grab a screenshot of it since it isn't available for free to everyone yet, but it's a really heartwarming gesture and Jason asks if he can keep the photo and Tim says he can.

The fact that Tim had the photo on him (while in his Red Robin suit) makes me wonder if he carries meaningful photos with him often. Photos of Nightwing and Dick Grayson-Robin. Of Jason's time as Robin and maybe even photos of Damian, Duke, Cass, Steph, etc.

I'm sure he has photos of them on his phone as well, but maybe he likes also having a physical print of important photos.

And as a TimBer shipper, I imagine he has a picture of Bernard tucked away in one of his Robin suit pockets as well.

[peppermintmagicianlynn]

TimBer Week 2024: Gifts from In-Laws

TimBer Week 2024 Day #2: Gifts from the In-Laws

“Personal opinion: a song like Santa Baby has some pretty obvious connotations to it; everyone knows. It’s not a secret. So if you’re trying to do a male version of it but you wimp out on the gay energy, you shouldn’t have been trying.”

“Bernard!”

“I’m just saying! If he wants to try and call Santa ‘buddy’ and act like he’s a very rich friend into a sugar daddy, the word ‘coward’ is going to be thrown around. Even if that man does have a voice to die for.”

“Seconded!” Stephanie declared, raising her hand to high-five her fellow blond. Barbra also threw in her two-cents which got an outraged look from Dick.

Tim facepalmed at the entire conversation and decided he needed to get away before he was asked to weigh in on any part of it. He made a hasty retreat from the living room, leaving his boyfriend and siblings behind to find a less mortifying place to hide.

The kitchen was his best bet. Bruce and Kate were holding a conversation there while Alfred cleaned up the dishes from their Christmas Eve dinner. Everyone had worked like crazy this year to be sure they’d spend at least today together and somehow, they’d made it work. What made it even better: Tim got to bring Bernard along this year, their third Christmas together but he first with him openly in the know about their family secret.

Bruce let Tim take his seat at the kitchen island as he stood up to refill his cocoa mug. Tim asked for some as well, wanting to bring it out to Bernard. This got him a soft look from Bruce that made him blush before his father turned to take two more mugs down from the cabinet.

“How are the kids doing out there?” Kate asked, setting her drink down to grin at his face. “Is Bernard not getting along with the group, or is he getting along too well?”

Tim groaned in exasperation, which earned him a teasing pat on the back from his aunt. But after a pause, he admitted honestly, “It’s actually going surprising well. They’re having a lot of fun together which I figured they would because God knows they’re all crazy. But he already fits in so well with them. With us.” He couldn’t contain the relief that took over his voice and forced a smile to his lips. “I’m really glad.”

Kate’s grinned, happy for him. “That’s great, Tim.”

He nodded. And since he felt a little more comfortable, he had a question for his more experienced aunt. “So, in your opinion, how many Christmas presents are an appropriate amount for a situation like this? Because I kind of panic-bought a bunch of stuff last month and I wasn’t sure what he would want, so I was thinking I could just…”

She cut him off with a sigh. “Like father, like son”.

Between holiday movies, Dick suddenly declared it was time for presents. As was a tradition started in his first years as Bruce’s ward and well into Jason’s arrival on the rare occasions Dick would be in the manor. Dick got to pick when the presents were opened but Jason could pick who opened them in what order. Their biases had caused more than a few tussles each year, but that was fine. Childish moments like these made family events normal and fun.

They passed down the line of people, revealing gags gifts but also some truly sentimental ones. On Bernard’s turn, he opened the singular gift Tim had left under the tree (the others were hidden away in the in-home gym) and gave his boyfriend a playfully exasperated look at the WayneTech laptop. “You have a problem, babe.”

“How could you say that?” Tim demanded, trying to look as innocent as possible. “You said you needed a new one before the next school term. I was just looking out for your academic success.”

“Right. And this has nothing at all to do with the dirty looks you kept shooting my old model, or the ads for computers that were popping up on your desktop.”

“Complete coincidence.”

The blond snorted, not buying that for a second. Despite that, he cupped Tim’s cheek and pulled him in for a quick peck on the lips. Tim hooked pressed into it, turning it to a proper kiss while ignoring the jeers of his family for the PDA. They pulled apart soon enough and turned to see who would next be given a present, when Duke passed a box their way.

“Another to Bernard.”

Bernard sent Tim an actually exasperated look but the raven-haired man shook his hands. “This one isn’t from me. I swear.”

“It’s from…Bruce?” Bernard gawked at the gift tag before both boys turned to the patriarch. Bruce gave a nod, wearing a contained smile that meant he was up to something. Bernard looked down at the professionally-wrapped box, tension rolling off his shoulders, until Tim reached over to rip the paper down the middle. His boyfriend squawked in outrage, which earned laughter from the other bats. But it did get him over his nerves enough to pulled away the paper and open the monogrammed box inside.

It was a dinner suit, from a high-end store in the Diamond District. “I heard that Condiment King ruined your clothes when he attacked at the Thanksgiving Gala,” Bruce explained, reading the terror in Bernard’s eyes. “So consider this my Thank-You gift, seeing as you helped direct the civilians to safety. It’s the least I can do.”

The pieces were made of a dark fabric but the jacket was embroidered with beautiful flowers that made it tastefully eye catching. Perfectly Bernard.

If this was a few years ago, Bernard might have keeled over at the very idea of accepting such an expensive gift. Tim was a little proud to see he’d gotten the other used to things like that. He definitely did not have a problem.

“Wow, thank you, Bruce,” Bernard said, his voice breathy with awe as put the box lid back on. “I’ll have to find a good time to try it out.”

“If I may, Mr. Dowd,” Alfred stepped forwards, pulling an envelop from his jacket, “I believe this might be just the place for such a garment.”

Th envelope passed from Tim to Bernard, though the vigilante looked over his boyfriend’s shoulder as he pulled out two tickets to the Gotham Theatre house. “Oh, that’s for that spring performance. The one Lisa Adder has a part in, right?"

Bernard’s excitement was palpable. “I’d haven’t seen her since Grieves closed, but I’d heard she’d gotten into this show. I wanted so much to see at least one of her performances. Thank you, Alfred!”

“It’s my pleasure, young man. Anything to support a love of the arts.”

Tim took both the suit and the tickets, setting them aside with Bernard’s new laptop. But by the time he turned back around, there was yet another present being handed over to his boyfriend.

And another. And several more.

“I don’t…I don’t know what to say,” Bernard stuttered, unsure of what to do with all of this sudden attention. He looked over each wrapped box like it might contain a king’s treasure. Like he wasn’t worthy of all of it and much much more. “I didn’t…I’m not…”

“You are Tim’s person,” Cass said, stepping forwards to take his hand in hers. “You are a part of us now.”

“Geez, Cass,” Tim muttered, face blushing at her insinuation. She winked at her younger brother, then handed over the next gift for Bernard to unwrap. Jason made a noise of annoyance at his Order Decider rights being neglected, but he made no actual attempt to interrupt. The others leaned in to see what Bernard's next reaction would be.

Tim turned to Kate, lounging in one of the armchairs, flipping her dog-tags around on their necklace chain. She smiled back at him.

‘You knew,” Tim communicated with a squint of his eyebrows.

‘They wanted to surprise you too,’ she telegraphed back with a shrug.

Tim watched his family interact with his boyfriend, pulling him just a little more into their world. Showing him they cared.

He looked back at his aunt with a smile to say ‘Thanks.’ And was answered with a returning ‘Anytime.’

Tim wouldn’t be able to give Bernard the other Christmas gifts after this; his head would be spinning for weeks. But that was perfectly okay.

He’d just have to save them for Valentine’s Day.

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I didn't have time to put in the other gifts, but be sure some of them were evidence of the bats' stalking habits. Bruce and Alfred can at least be subtle about it. Tim will act all defensive about that...mostly because they figured out gifts for Bernard that he hadn't even considered.

[littlepikmins]

Headcanon that they're both short compared to everyone else

if Tim is taller than Bernard, than Bernard has to be like,, 5’3, no?

i bet he’s pissed off about it as well

[xy-ale]

[sesee1one]

wjejejeje timber wip i did really fast ... i hope i can finish this... i hope...

also lobg haired bernard agenda

[cosmicpoutine]

oracle, ban this guy

(some shitpost while i work on that bernard comic)

[theotherpacman]

tim: dad... I have a boyfriend

bruce: what? but you're supposed to get back together with stephanie

tim: what?

dick: whoa whoa whoa, I thought you were an ally

bruce: I'm not being homophobic I just need steph to marry into the family

cass: I have something to share

[suzukiblu]

Day sixteen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“There, yeah,” Bernard hums, then loosens his arms and puts his hands on the small of his back; strokes across it once or twice and then slides them down to cup his ass and sort of–grip, and squeeze, and knead. “Unf. You are, for the record, several kinds of a handful, you know that?” 

“Oh yeah?” Kon half-snorts, half-laughs, and tries to keep his voice sounding normal and his TTK from reaching back for Tim. He just–he can’t see him right now, is all, so . . . it’s fine, he can still feel him and all, just . . . just it’s a little hard not to be a little . . . clingy, maybe.

“Oh definitely,” Bernard says with a grin against his temple, giving his ass another appreciative kneading. It makes Kon feel even warmer, and he presses back into the other’s hands pretty appreciatively himself. It helps. Gives him, like–something to focus on. “Double handful, even. Nice and thick.” 

“Mm.” Kon buries his face in tighter against the other’s shoulder, biting his lip again. He still really wants to touch Tim; really wants Tim in against his back again. Wants to be between them both, and wants one of them inside him again. At least one of them. 

He doesn’t say that, though, because Tim said “yellow” right after the last time he did, and then changed his mind about touching him at all. So like–yeah. No, he doesn’t say it. 

He does think about it a little, though. Like, if Tim just decided he’d had his minute, and then just slipped back in against his back and pressed up against him so he could feel leather against his skin and Tim’s hands–on his hips, maybe, or his thighs, or maybe up to his chest to play with his pecs the way Bernard was earlier, or maybe just on his ass and sliding his fingers back inside him. 

Or maybe on–maybe on his hands, maybe. 

Kon burns in quiet mortification over that thought, digging his fingers into his wrist and keeping his face hidden down in Bernard’s shoulder. He’s not really sure what either of them’s expecting from him anymore, or what he’s supposed to do right now, or what they want him to do right now,  or���just, if he did something that made Tim safeword, but Tim said he was still good and didn’t get, like–upset, or anything . . . 

Kon feels very weird, actually, about the fact that Tim just safeworded and it was just . . . a thing, and not like . . . a thing. Like–that hasn’t always been how that went, with other people he’s tried this kind of stuff with. Like, when he’s safeworded, he means, or . . . 

It just–hasn’t always been a thing. 

“Wanna play, boy?” Bernard asks lightly, lifting a hand to give the back of his hair a light scruff, and Kon–blinks, sort of, because that tone's a little . . . different, and the other just called him . . . 

And then he realizes–Bernard asked if Tim wanted him to take over, and Tim told him . . . told him to be good for Bernard. 

Oh, Kon thinks, very slowly, because his head’s a little disconnected-feeling still. And then maybe he kind of, like, boils alive. 

So–yeah. Yeah, Tim is sharing him with his boyfriend right now. 

Fuck. 

Kon buries his flushed face in as tight against Bernard’s shoulder as he can without bruising the guy and then just–nods, kinda, and tightens his grip on his own wrist again. 

“Super. Then let's play,” Bernard hums all easy and steady, and Kon can't help the little shiver that goes down his spine. 

Tim really did give him to his boyfriend, he thinks, and feels so warm he could fucking melt into a syrup. 

That's . . . he . . . just–Tim trusts and cares about Bernard enough to give him to him, and Tim gave him to someone he trusts and cares about that much. Like he's something useful, or nice, or that just looks pretty all wrapped up in a bow, or–or whatever. 

Like he's something Tim thinks someone else would want. 

Maybe he didn't fuck up, actually. Maybe Tim's rewarding him for “good behavior” after all.

[ditzybat]

i love the headcannon that both tim and cass look scarily alike, to the point they could be twins.

like they both share the same general lithe build, they’re the same short height, cass has a short bob while tim has his baby mullet, their training is similar due to their backgrounds with lady shiva and the loa, and (depending on your headcanon) both waisan- so i can definitely see instances where they’re confused for each other or where they mess with everyone around them.

cass on patrol in red robin gear so tim can go on a date with bernard:

random thugs seconds away from being one hit k.o’d: yo since when did red robin start melting into the shadows like an eldritch horror?

jason: hey tim -

cass: wrong.

jason: no, im pretty sure you’re tim, i gave you that scar right there in your neck

cass: nu-uh, this is from cain

jason:

cass:

jason: well this got awkward…

steph hugging tim from behind: hey babe

tim: wrong wayne

steph: ew, i should’ve known, your ass isnt nearly as —

tim walking away with his fingers in his ears: lalalalala im not listening to you

damian: i think you’re the only one in this family i respect

tim who has been silently hanging out with him for the past 3 hours: aw thanks damian, i’ve come to love you like a brother too

damian: drake? i thought you were cassandra, my apologies, i retract my previous statement

tim: don’t care, you love me, don’t try to deny it

lady shiva hugging both tim and cass: my beautiful twins, such well trained weapons, unfortunate that you both ended up with cain

bruce pulling his children back: tim isnt yours…

shiva: well that cant be right, he’s s the spitting image of my sister carolyn, and that birth was far too painful to only produce one small child

tim: woah full circle, my drag-sona is called caroline, maybe you are my mom, i wouldn’t put it past janet drake to adopt

bruce: tim no, you’re not even the same type of asian

cass: too late, we’re blood

shiva: see!

[chamiryokuroi]

Having a supportive parent can be so embarrassing. Jon is taking it better than Tim tho 😂 Happy Pride everyone ✨💕

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim: *scrolling through the batfamily tag*

Tim: Wrong.

Tim: Wrong.

Tim: Incomprehensibly wrong.

Tim: Wrong but harmless.

Tim: Nice style and color palette but I don't care about the Superbat ship.

Tim: Mildly entertaining liveblog update.

Tim: They whitewashed my sibling. :(

Tim: Good joke, reblog.

Tim: Wro— well that's my boyfriend so I will politely look away.

Tim: Fifteen posts in a row by an innocent Teen Titans RP blog that I don't have the heart to block.

Tim: Take I agree with but Jason was the OP and annoying about it.

Tim: Chapter twenty-eight of Duke's longfic WIP!

Tim: GOOD POST! Instafollowed.

Tim: Bot.

Tim: Technically correctly tagged but uses this acronym for something completely different.

Tim: Museum-worthy art piece by a sixteen-year-old from the Philippines.

Tim: Wrong.

Tim: Wrong but in a new and exciting way that provokes thought.