#timkonbart

[franollie]

common young justice experience

[beeqisch]

stupid silly guys

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[lycansprites]

Do you think they can get tickets to the Barbie Movie in jail

[irl]

bart is the king of trying to show u smth on his phone and flailing too much for u to see

[suzukiblu]

Let me help. Catching. Timkon timbart or timkonbart

“Let me help,” Tim says like it’s simple, like he and Kon aren’t currently hanging upside-down over yet another weird Gotham vat of weird Gotham chemicals that could definitely fuck up even a demi-Kryptonian to concerning levels. Tim’s knees are hooked over the edge of the rickety old catwalk, a grappling line twisted around his left arm and the rail and anchoring him there, and his right arm holding onto Kon’s wrist–and nothing else. 

Kon’s not holding onto anything, because Kon’s unconscious. Unconscious with bloody shards of kryptonite stuck in his even bloodier chest. 

So like, even if the weird Gotham chemicals weren’t a problem, dropping him would not be a good idea right now. 

Bart doesn’t even know why they’ve got kryptonite in grifing Gotham. Why is that a thing?! What is wrong with this stupid city?! 

And Tim’s voice was neutral and matter-of-fact across the communicator, but even from here Bart can tell he’s sweating and see his muscles trembling, and he heard his breath catch before he spoke. 

Bart can’t even tell if Kon’s breathing at all, from the other side of this stupid sprocking security door on the far end of the catwalk. There’s a narrow little window full of wire mesh he can see through but couldn’t fit through even if he broke it, and he can’t get through, and–

Bart’s just trying not to freak the grife out, because he knows Kon is heavy and Tim is just human with just-human strength and stamina and zero leverage to pull that much dead weight up with and Bart can’t tell the difference between subjective and objective time and how long has Tim been holding onto Kon like that, how long has it been exactly– 

“Breathe, Impulse,” Tim orders across the line, certain and simple. “Objective time. Count it down. How long does it typically take four milligrams of ketamine to burn through your system?” 

“We don’t even know it was ketamine, do you even know how much ketamine that’d be, that’s–I haven’t eaten in two hours,” Bart cuts himself off abruptly, trying not to jitter. Not to panic. Not having eaten makes it worse, obviously. Hits him harder; lasts longer. And two hours on a speedster metabolism might as well be two day, at a minimum. 

But the real problem is that whatever the fuck was in those sedatives, right now he’s slow, and so it’s literally impossible for him to vibrate through the stupid door he can’t get open. 

“Okay,” Tim says, and exhales slowly. It crackles over the line. He visibly tightens his grip on Kon’s limp wrist and maybe-not-breathing body. Maybe–no, Kon’s breathing, Bart tells himself. Tim’s practical. He’d drop him if he were dead. He’d–

Who is he even kidding right now? It’s Kon. 

And Tim wouldn’t even drop a stranger. 

“Okay,” Tim repeats, and lets out another slow exhalation. Doesn’t look towards Bart and the door; doesn’t look quite at Kon either. “Just–okay.” 

It’s really, really not, Bart knows, and tries to vibrate his hands against the door again. 

They don’t. 

But Tim isn’t going to drop Kon, and Bart isn’t going to stop trying to get through this stupid goddamn door.

[litta-jpg]

i didn't even have to change anything that's just how tim kon and bart are

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim: We'll have to disguise ourselves to be able to move around undetected.

Kon and Bart: Right.

[30 minutes later]

Tim: I mean as guards!

Kon and Bart, dressed like a pirate and a cowboy: Oh.

[lithiumseven]

Kon, complaining about being single

Bart, who thought the Core Four were a polycule, looking around very confused

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

With a party happening in Gotham, Wally is feeling a little left out.

And confused. So very confused.

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[oh-theatre]

Jason: This Bart and Kon guy, they live with you?

Tim: yeah, they just moved in last month

Dick: And that’s going well?

Tim: yep, they’re so great

Jason: so they knew you and were like... More?

[burning-quesadilla]

I just had to

Bonus Bart who has ascended:

[devine-fem]

bart is absolutely autistic, you literally can't convince me otherwise. theres no way he's not on the spectrum like he has adhd and autism. in this essay, i will-

[speeedsters]

thinking about timkonbart ☹️

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

When your bestie and your bestie kiss eachother at your other besties coming out party

click on the image for better quality and I do mean it this time

assuming this is what young justice ‘98 is, i haven’t read it yet. This took five hours and all of my sanity, if ur sitting there wondering “really this took five hours?” YES BC I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRAW TWINKS!! THATS WHY BARTS BACK LOOKS LIKE THAT!! TWINKS R HARD TO DRAW GUYS!! SO IS HAIR!! GO START LIKING BALD FAT GUYS!!

inspired by:

[rockcandiezz]

young just us (>ᴗ•)

[mamawasatesttube]

been thinking about that one tweet...