Screaming, cackling, joyous!
There's just something enthralling about these two. Especially Tim serving his malicious compliance response to the "Where were you?". It's peak. He loves his family, he doesn't like when they pry into his business, they have all had many conversations about hiding injuries. Now Tim selectively over shares and it's a power trip.
And just. Yes. Tim's laughing hysterically over his boyfriend accidentally shooting him during their kinky sexy times. That is the most true and appropriate response. I kept imagining them on that "Sex Sent Me to the ER" show, retelling this story and breaking down into giggles again.
...Tim is trans masc by default in my head so when Bernard said he'd get him pregnant... I'm just saying, Tim's dealt with a lot of time travel bs. His birth control could fail. He and Steph could have a very funny role reversal, going to the same Lamaze class she took, deciding that the Dead Robins Club is so last year - the Oops Baby Club is now the fun place to be.
I beg you for more Tim and Bernard being chaotic freaks
*Falls down twenty flights of stairs before pushing myself up* This could mean several things, and I will do each one! >:D
Suggestive content below, minors DNI or whatever.
—
Tim, sick, lying in bed: I'm gonna die.
Bernard, sitting next to him, checking his temperature: No, you're not.
Tim: Bet.
Bernard: Please, don't prove me wrong on this one.
Tim: Uuuuuugh...
Bernard: At least you look sexy when you're sick.
Tim: Do I not always look sexy?
Bernard: Oh, you definitely do, always, look sexy. But, I mean like this, your cheeks and thighs all flushed, and all sweaty and helpless and weak in bed...
Tim: Don't get any ideas.
Bernard: To late, I already have several.
Tim: . . . Are you supposed to have sex, when sick?
Bernard: Is that gonna stop us.
Tim: Hmm.. Nope.
—
(inspired by a short story @donkoogrr made for me :3 )
Jason, picking his phone up at two in the morning: Who the fuck is this?
Bernard: Uh, me, so, like, y'know how I asked to borrow a gun for things you did not wanna know about?
Jason: . . . What did you do?
Tim, laughing hysterically in the background:
Bernard: I shot Tim.
Jason: you diD WHAT!?
Bernard: I DIDN'T KNOW THE SAFETY WAS OFF!
Jason: YOU SHOT MY LITTLE BROTHER!? ACCIDENTALLY!?
Tim: IT WAS HOT!
Bernard: He's a bit hysterical?
Jason: Oh my GOD, WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME!?
Bernard: I SHOULDN'T LEGALLY HAVE A GUN AND ALSO THIS WOULD BE SO HARD TO EXPLAIN TO A 911 OPERATOR!
Tim, laughing harder in the background:
Bernard: I have a compression bandage on him..?
Jason: . . . I am on my way, but I swear if he dies from this I'm gonna throw him in a Lazarus pit only to give him an honorable death.
Jason: Oh, also, I'm telling Dick face about this.
Bernard: . . . F#&$.
Tim: Think we can finish up before he gets here and I bleed out?
Bernard, throwing a pillow at him: TIM!
Tim: I've been shot way worse!
—
Ransom girl, flirting with Tim at a gala despite being told several times he has a boyfriend:
Bernard, walking right up to Tim: It's done.
Tim, playing along: It's done?
Bernard: Yup. She's dead.
Tim: Good, good.
Random girl, watching with great confusion and slight fear as Bernard and Tim share a sweet kiss and walk away together:
*The rumors that the Wayne's are some sort of crime family don't get better after this...*
—
Bruce, after calling for an emergency meeting after a massive rogue breakout: I know this is last minute, but— where's Red Robin?
Tim, riding in on his bike:
Jason: Where the f#&$ were you?
Tim, looking around: Are there children present?
Dick: ??? No, Dami is still changing—
Tim: Good, I want you all to know I'm only half coherent, my brain is still fuzzy, and I'm still recovering from being choked out, carved up, humiliated, and defiled in the best ways possible, and I swear one of you better die to make up for what I'm missing out on tonight.
Dick:
Jason:
Bruce:
Tim: None of you wanna see what I look like under this costume right now.
Damian, walking in: Have I missed something? Oh, Timothy, you are here, finally. What took so long?
Tim: Sorry, was hanging out with Bear, y'know how clingy he is.
Damian: Tt, don't forget about your promise to take me to the zoo this weekend.
Tim: Wouldn't dare.
Dick: My baby brother...
—
Stephanie: . . . So, you and Tim are into some freaky stuff?
Bernard: We did not use olive oil, wooden spoon, or the kitchen for their intended purposes last night.
Stephanie: To scared to ask, but also me and Cass have been thinking of experimenting. Any tips?
Bernard: Several.
—
Bernard: You're mad at Bruce again?
Tim: Yeah, but it isn't that big a d—
Bernard, pulling his phone out: Say less.
Bernard, posting anonymously that he'd be getting Red Robin pregnant, one way or another:
Tim: Now what's that gonna do?
Bernard: Give Bruce a heart attack.
Tim: . . . What?
*Cue that night, Bruce begging Babs to tell him what rogue and or magic user is threatening to get his son pregnant and w h y ? ! *
Babs: Harley Quinn says she'd help plan the baby shower, Poison Ivy asked if they're doing a a gender reveal because she has ideas that were safe for the environment, Cat woman commented that she wanted to be the godmother and is currently fighting Spoiler through text for rights..? Nightwing has stated he's castrating anon, and Red Hood told them to watch out for Batman, he's always looking for new Robin's.
Bruce: I am so confused...
—
Tim, gesturing wildly to an entire wall full of case files and "evidence" while being sleep deprived: I'm connecting the pieces.
Bernard: Love dove, the pieces are not connecting.
Tim: They're connecting...
Bernard: What are you trying to solve exactly?
Tim, blinking slowly: I forgot after my eighteenth cup of coffee, but I'm close!
Bernard: Uh huh... Ready for bed?
Tim, whispering as he sticks a sticky note with a poor drawing of a chicken to the wall: Death before dishonor...
—
Tim: . . . Hey, bear?
Bernard, half awake: Mm?
Tim: I want grilled steak.
Bernard: . . . It's three in the morning, Timboo.
Tim: I know...
Bernard:
Tim:
Bernard, groaning as he gets up:
Tim: I love you.
Bernard: I love you more and this is proof.
—
Bernard: Uh... Tim?
Tim, setting down the twelfth cake: You said to pick up a cake.
Bernard: Yes. A cake. You bought twenty cakes!
Tim: I didn't know what flavor you wanted tonight!
Bernard: So you buy all of them?!
Tim: Except carrot cake! Because you don't like carrot cake.
Bernard: We have... So much cake.
Tim: I also bought brownies—
Bernard: Timothy!?
Tim: They're red velvet..?
—
Bernard: I am staring respectfully.
Tim, changing into his Red Robin uniform: You are not.
Bernard, looking him up and down slowly: So respectfully.
—
High school Bernard: I wear sunglasses so nobody knows where I'm looking.
Darla: . . . Bernard—
Tim, not paying attention as Bernard stares at his biceps:
Bernard: Shh...
Darla: This is not heterosexual behavior.
Bernard: No clue what you're talking about. Hey, Tim?
Tim: Yes, Stephanie is a real person.
Bernard: No, no, not about that.
Tim: No, I don't wanna hear the entire lore of Undertale again. And no, I don't care about your d#&$ size, no, you can't know mine either.
Bernard: . . . I'm gonna kick your a#$.
Tim: I welcome you to try, b#&$%.
Bernard, leaning in: I would have you pinned in seconds.
Tim, dropping his phone onto his desk now: Only if I let you.
Bernard: Would you?
Tim: Would I?
Darla: JUST F#&$ ALREADY!
—
With all my Batman et al. posts, I'd like to make a statement about real life vigilante justice.
Gonna cut it for heavy topics. I'm rambling again, but this is something I still have trouble finding the right words to explain.
I greatly admire Batman's no-killing rule because it speaks to what he knows about himself and also that he recognizes the power of a symbol.
If Batman can non-lethally take down criminals, even a corrupt police force will be expected to follow suit.
Vigilante justice inspires copycats. We're seeing it live now, with that guy who shot a Walgreens employee to "protest big pharmacy".
And that's the shit Batman's trying to prevent. The impotent copycats who want the attention without putting in tactical effort. The people who will take and twist a rule until it lets them do what they want to do.
Red Hood has rules. Red Hood kills pedophiles and people who hurt children. I can guarantee that someone in his territory is going to take that rule and use it as an excuse to shoot up a gay club. I can see his words being quoted by the person who murders an abortionist.
One man's idea of a child groomer is another man's trans child.
"We're protecting our women!" Is why Emmett Till was murdered so horrifically. The Antilynching Act that was named for him was only signed into law in 2022.
So. No killing. Because Batman knows he's not a mentally healthy person. He's come face-to-face with evil versions of himself who killed. He is allowed to safeword out of killing people. He's an intelligent person who can see what history has already taught us.
And because he doesn't kill, people are safer with him. If your loved one is having a mental health crisis, you want Batman to show up, not the cops. If you're a person of color doing pretty much anything, you would probably prefer pointy ears over "protect and serve".
Real life vigilante justice? It most often targets people who are already some sort of vulnerable minority. I just. I think it's important to acknowledge this.
Damn, I'm gonna hafta stop joking that Batman's a furry because after some thought, that's a disrespectful joke. Batman is clearly not a fursona and I should know better than to kink shame like that anyway.
Such a good take, I love how Bernard can be used to address the standard difficulties of life. He's a complimentary character to Tim, who will look at all his hero shit and be like "but that's the real trauma", and Bernard will be like, "Babe, no. That is additional trauma. That is the Trauma à la mode."
Adding my headcanons:
Bernard is absolutely the type of conspiracy theorist who does psych profiles for funzies. He's worked on himself enough to know that Tim needs his own set of self-help books. He's going to be supportive as heck, but he's also not going to let himself become Tim's sole point of mental stability.
Basically, Bernard is pulling a Tim, on Tim, and Tim recognizes it, and is even more touched because he knows how much you gotta love someone to go that far.
Tim: His parents loved him, but their actions (constantly leaving him alone) created emotional distance, making it sometimes feel as if they didn’t.
Bernard: His parents didn’t love him, but their actions (wanting him to come back home and pretend to be a family) made it seem like they did - until he learned to see right through them.
Tim: Learned to cope by being a "perfect, angelic son" so as not to let his parents worry about him. This allows them to go gallivanting without any guilt, while he learns to shove aside his trauma as if it means nothing.
Bernard: Learned to cope by NOT following his parents’ expectations of a perfect son. Instead, he became the sort of individual (his high school persona, bathroom jokes made loudly in a public place) who agitates them and forces them to acknowledge his presence, even if the attention is negative.
Where that leaves them both:
Tim: Struggles with the idea of "loving someone despite the distance." He sometimes falls into habits of loving someone to a choking degree (stalking them, trying to remove them from the vigilant world, withholding information of his emotions/superhero identity to maintain a tenuous balance) or puts up more distance when he feels the relationship can’t be fixed (quitting his Robin career, pushing Stephanie away harshly, running away from Young Justice/Gotham).
Bernard: Doesn’t believe love is something you should just expect from someone else, because obligations of love (like in a family) just leave everyone hurt. Instead, he freely loves other people without caring if it's returned (he still wants a relationship with his parents despite their regret for his birth, admits to "Robin" his romantic feelings towards Tim without ANY assurance that he would be accepted). However, at the same time, he doesn’t do so blindly or without recognizing that sometimes you have to keep a distance for the sake of your own wellbeing (never contacted his parents during that year apart despite that it hurt him, refusing to move back home no matter how much he really wants to unless some changes are made).
I feel like these are the sort of issues that they can really only talk about to one another, common bad childhood/messy homelife scenarios that have nothing to do with vigilantes or supervillains. Just the dichotomy of bad parenting and how a child copes as best they can, even though it leaves a lot of deep scars.
At least, that’s my opinion on all this.
The only acceptable reason for this is if this character is actually a demon who seduces men and then eats them. [source]
(Art is by the amazing @dahtwitchi. This is a freeform collab with no real goal)
The two Madara with their original eyes might have briefly sharinganed that image. SugarTobi tries not to laugh at them too much. "Oh dear...did he really have such reservations? How quaint. How gentlemanly."
Older SugarMadara chuckles quietly, "Oh, I would...I did." and catches his lover's eyes. He smiles, enjoying the way the man blushes even after an entire year together. "Don't be so harsh, Big Brother; he really was quite an inexperienced young man back then. Very reserved and proper, even when he wanted to learn so very much~"
The youngest truly blushes at that and looks almost angry at the taunt. The older SugarTobirama hums quietly and looks at the eldest Madara with a mocking raised eyebrow, "Ah yes, and you are so very familiar with undefiled versions of us. Fifteen years his elder and yet I am sure you are tempted..." Privately, he wonders again about whether he has spent too much time around his lover, to pick up on this sort of talk. Still. It is quiet fun to watch the shortest, oldest Madara squawk at him.
YoungMadara smirks and crosses his arms, standing a little apart from his other selves, "Two years older than I am and all you've done is talk. Do you even know what to do with those pretty young men or do you still need Big Brother to hold your hand and tell you how your dick works?"
I might have entered a murder pact with a 14-year girl old last night to kill her 12-year old sister, but honestly, this is the third time she's used Fireball in an enclosed area with the entire party in range.
Strawberry milk is so good frfr is better than actual strawberries because it doesn't make your mouth spicy afterwards
Strowburry melk
This is extremely niche, but I love a fic that has social media aspects. (The Crime Alley Kid series, with the oc's addiction to Reddit comes to mind) I love the unique way that Twitter fics get to tell us a story in piecemeal stages, by conversation. I love the worlds where the Bats get to be tiktok cryptids, as a treat. I fucking adore when Jason comes back from the dead and updates his fanfics (raven_of_hydecastle has an amazing version of this).
It's a new form of storytelling and that's so rare. It's amazing and so cool and I love it.
Anyway, someone should consider writing one about Jason secretly writing OCxRed Hood mpreg fanfics and cheerfully getting into flame wars with people criticizing him for writing smut about real people.
Sure, it's weird. He doesn't care; he's got a kink and he's fulfilling it in a creative and healthy fashion. He might not even be embarrassed if anyone finds out. "You found my AO3 account, Oracle? And what were you doing at the Devil's Sacrament? So? What are you going to do about it? Tell anybody and the next story is going to be about you getting me pregnant; body hacking could be hot."
Okay, hear me out. I know it's not canon that Jason drugged the other Titans during the Titans Tower Incident; he electrocuted two of them and then drugged the third.
But we're playing in the au's like bitch whatever, DC retcons and rewrites at the slightest provocation and we are here for stories, right?
And a lot of Titan's Tower au's have Red Hood drugging more people than in canon. And every time it happens there's an absolutely terrible little voice in the back of my head going, "Jason is so lucky that no one he drugged was hiding a substance abuse issue like Roy did. Jason is so lucky that none of these teenagers-to-young-adults who are incredibly physically active and who have so many traumas took some physician-prescribed, completely legal pain medications or anxiety pills or muscle relaxants. He is so lucky that any daily upkeep medication didn't cause a catastrophic drug interaction with the unknown. Heck, Jason is so lucky that whatever drugs he used were perfectly tailored to each individual's body mass and species."
I'm not saying I want a fic where Jason accidentally makes a young hero OD, but I think it would be interesting and darkly funny if Tim made him think he might have.
"You drugged everyone? Wait, even (X)?! What did you use, did you check to see if they took their benzos before you drugged them? (Y) Is allergic to propofol, was that part of the stuff you used?"
"Look, you can have the fight you want, just let me make you none of my friends are choking on their own vomit first."
Asking for a friend.
Edit: And how many people would a person be allowed to say this to before being legally known as a 'FicHo'?
Still asking for a friend.
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