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thebirdsandthebats · 20 days
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he had a long night on patrol but came home to like 57 messages from his boyfriend
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thebirdsandthebats · 1 month
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i'm surprised on how quickly i warmed up to damian's 2021 redesign, but i wish they kept his combat boots! i feel like they're just as iconic as his hood-cape when it comes to his signature look 💔
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thebirdsandthebats · 1 month
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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i really like it when batman & robin are doing their freakyweird hiding in the shadows thing so theyre just drawn like ◺ ◿ o o
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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Early timkon having this kind of vibe
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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Rossmo art slander under my posts… are you new here. Read the SIGN ⬇️
it’s completely fair to not like something, but to DEVALUE art on the basis of it not being conventionally “pretty” is to miss the entire point of the art, ESPECIALLY with art as dynamic and sophisticated as Rossmo’s style. He has a way with panel composition and shapes and distinct design that many artists unfortunately feel they have to sacrifice in the name of people liking their art. Don’t let stylistic art go over your head because you don’t think Tim looks “pretty” enough.
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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It's a weird thing, being jealous of yourself Best not to think to hard about it
Continuation of that timkon identity shenanigans thing of mine Pt1 , Pt2
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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GOD HOW COULD I FORGET ABOUT THE NOT KITCHEN . I just know Bernard is waking up in a cold sweat every time Tim puts crime scene evidence into his microwave
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@angrylittleenby I am so THRILLED to be the one to tell you that he not only has a boat, he is currently living out of the jankiest boat he rented in the Gotham Marina (though his landlord did turn out to be evil though so. maybe he owns it. most normal way to become a homeowner in 2024)
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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@angrylittleenby I am so THRILLED to be the one to tell you that he not only has a boat, he is currently living out of the jankiest boat he rented in the Gotham Marina (though his landlord did turn out to be evil though so. maybe he owns it. most normal way to become a homeowner in 2024)
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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step 1: read comics step 2: develop opinions that make you generally incomprehensible to everyone else
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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IMPORTANT
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Tiny Tims
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thebirdsandthebats · 2 months
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Sir you are pushing 30, you don't get to meow
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thebirdsandthebats · 3 months
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Y’know That one image of goth Ariel + Eric?
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thebirdsandthebats · 3 months
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my favorite terrible girl who has done everything wrong and who I love with my whole heart
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thebirdsandthebats · 4 months
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I’m sick and miserable so it’s time to read all the baby batkids with their batdad I can get my hands on
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thebirdsandthebats · 4 months
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TIMBER FICLET
Bernard washes Tim’s hair for him.
(A little angst/fluff and hurt/comfort, mostly just these two being in love and domestic)
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“Ow.”
The complaint is quiet. There’s no real fire behind Tim’s voice, more a sound made for the sake of breaking the silence than anything else. He doesn’t even wince as gentle fingers poke at the cut on his temple. He’s sitting in a dining chair, moved in front of the kitchen sink so Bernard can stand in front of him and clean up his cuts. Out of the two of them, it’s Bernard who hisses at the touch, looking a little queasy.
He still has it in him to steel Tim with an unimpressed look. “That didn’t hurt, so don’t pretend it did.”
Tim huffs out a laugh as the hand tilting his chin up moves to squeeze his cheeks. “Why do you look like you’re gonna be sick, then?” He asks, words muffled by his squished lips, and Bernard shakes his head. He releases Tim’s face in favor of picking up the damp rag and dabbing again at the cut. It stings, but not bad. Bernard has already gotten all the grit out, and his dabbing seems to just be a distracted motion at this point.
He chews his bottom lip. “Because it looks worse than it is. I don’t like seeing you hurt at all, but I really don’t like knowing they got close enough to do this,” he sighs. Tim slumps in his seat. He reaches out and takes Bernard’s free hand in a silent apology. Their fingers fit together easily, a familiar comfort to both of them. Bernard drops the rag on the counter and pauses to look Tim over again. Distractedly, he reaches up to play with a strand of Tim’s bangs.
He smiles. “You keep your hair so neat now. I remember when there was a bottle of gel in it every day.” He fingers a strand of black hair, soft and freshly trimmed. Nothing like when they met. Tim cringes at the memory. Yeah, he’d had a big thing for spiking his hair back then. Nowadays he prefers to keep it short and out of the way, even if Stephanie had lamented the loss of the longer hair he’d settled into for a while.
Tim leans into the touch. “And yet I still get all kinds of gross stuff in it every patrol,” he teases. Bernard’s fingers still. His eyes light up the way they always do when he comes to a realization that he likes.
He leans forward, further into Tim’s space, and beams at him brighter than the sun. “Can I wash it for you?”
“I—” Tim leans back and blinks rapidly. His nose scrunches as the question processes. “You want to wash my hair?” He asks. It’s an odd request. Nobody has washed Tim’s hair for him since he was a very small child. Even through his worst injuries where he needed help getting to the shower, Tim has managed to avoid it because hair just wasn’t a priority. He reaches up to feel his own hair, fingers brushing Bernard’s as he rakes them through his bangs. Hm. Not so overwhelmingly gross that Bernard would make washing it a personal mission.
Tim’s head falls to the side in a bewildered tilt. “Why?”
Bernard shrugs. “I like taking care of you.” He speaks simply. “I think it would make both of us feel better.”
It’s not something Tim would have imagined allowing someone to do. But when Bernard asks, he can’t find any reason to say no.
Tim doesn’t even leave the kitchen. They’d never both fit in his tiny shower. Within a couple minutes of Bernard grabbing their supplies, Tim finds himself leaning his head backwards over the sink’s edge, the back of his neck cushioned by the towel draped around him. He hears the water running for a bit to heat up, and he watches Bernard’s face as the blonde tests the temperature.
He chews the inside of his cheek when he concentrates. Always has. Cute, Tim thinks.
The detachable sink head is pulled down. “Ready?” Bernard asks gently, and when Tim lifts his eyes to Bernard’s own, he’s struck dumb by the sheer amount of adoration softening his expression.
Bernard…really cares about him. Enough to dote on him, to cook for him, to wash his hair for him, and what has Tim done to deserve that? He’s so troubled by this thought that he doesn’t answer immediately. It takes Bernard tapping his forehead with a finger to chase those thoughts away.
His expression is…difficult to put a name to. “Still with me, love?” He whispers. Tim nods. He clears his throat.
“I’m here. Sorry.” He shakes his head a little. “Ready when you are.”
Bernard smiles. “I’d give anything to spend a day in your mind.”
Tim would never want him to experience that.
Warm water showers him as Bernard moves the stream to his head, and Tim sighs at the feeling. The water thoroughly soaks his hair within a few moments when Bernard pushes his bangs away from his face and into the spray. It’s the perfect temperature, and the sink head’s pressure feels nice from so close.
It isn’t long before the spray is moved, and Tim hears the pop of a shampoo bottle’s lid. He glances over, and Bernard is letting a decent amount of Tim’s expensive shampoo pool in his palm. He sets the bottle aside and moves back in, and Tim hums as he feels his boyfriend’s fingers start to work the shampoo into his hair. He works first to build a lather but Tim’s hair is shorter these days, so it only takes a moment before he’s running his fingers from root to ends, coating every strand in soap. He blinks down at Tim when he notices him watching his face.
“Baby, relax. You don’t have to keep your eyes open,” Bernard insists. Tim hadn’t realized how intense he probably looked while staring. He laughs a little, and though he doesn’t always like the vulnerability of closing his eyes when he relaxes, it’s Bernard. He trusts him. His eyes fall closed as short nails scratch at his scalp lightly. The scent of his shampoo floats in the air like steam from the water’s heat. It’s a scent that he loves. He’s used the same shampoo for most of his life. It was the same brand and scent his mother used. It smells like home, the same way that Alfred’s laundry detergent and Stephanie’s body wash and Bernard’s hoodies do.
Tim sighs again, but this time, the tension bleeds out of his shoulders. He smiles a little. The scratches against his scalp and the slight tug of his hair as it’s washed feels…really nice.
He isn’t sure how long Bernard shampoos his hair before he finally pulls the warm spray of water back overhead to rinse the suds away. It was definitely longer than his hair length warranted. There’s something so domestic about this moment, and when he drowsily blinks his eyes open to check in on his boyfriend, the blonde’s expression looks just as content as he feels.
“Conditioner next,” Bernard says quietly, like he’s hesitant to break the silence that had fallen over them. “Doing okay?”
Tim nods sleepily. “Mhm,” he confirms. It was probably for the better that he’d be finishing soon, because once Tim let himself melt into the feeling, he knew he could easily fall asleep under Bernard’s affectionate ministrations. The conditioner goes on with just as much care as the shampoo. Tim actually leans his head back into the feeling as one hand scratches at the nape of his neck, the other one running through his bangs almost leisurely. Caressing his hair, almost like he’s being pet. The mental comparison doesn’t make him bristle the way he usually might. Nothing about the gesture feels condescending or insincere.
Soft lips brush his forehead. Butterflies stir in Tim’s gut at the unexpected affection, and a smile tugs at his lips. “Love you,” he murmurs. Bernard’s hands still for just a moment. Then, the lips are back again, this time kissing his cheek. The tip of his nose. His chin, just below his lips. When he finally kisses Tim’s lips, they get lost in it for a moment as Tim stretches his neck upwards to meet him.
Tim’s gripping the sleeve of Bernard’s sweater by the time he pulls away. “I love you, too.” He says like he’s desperate for Tim to believe him.
Tim does.
They sink into comfortable quiet again as Bernard rinses his hair. He’s thorough, making sure all of the conditioner has been washed out before he finally turns off the tap. The room suddenly seems much quieter now that the constant shower of water has stopped. Bernard tugs the towel around Tim’s neck up to tousle his hair. He rubs firmly enough that it jostles his head around, and there’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he does it.
Tim sticks his tongue out, rising to the bait but not truly annoyed. In fact, he’s relieved to see Bernard teasing him again. The tense worry from earlier had faded into something far sweeter.
Bernard finishes with the towel and drops it unceremoniously on Tim’s head. “There. Do you feel any better?” He asks. The smile can be heard in his voice, even while Tim is busy tossing the towel aside.
“Yeah. I think I do feel a bit better.” It’s an understatement. Tim feels lighter than he has in ages. Bernard looks relieved to hear it.
“Me too,” he confesses. Tim stands and stretches, lifting his arms high until his back pops. What he really wants after all that is to crawl into bed, preferably with Bernard, and sleep until his body feels fully rested. It’s not a luxury he often gets.
Tonight he feels like indulging. “Thank you, Berns. Really.”
“Tim, it’s no problem. I wanted to—oh,” Bernard perks up as Tim starts towards his bedroom, rather than his laptop where he’d usually spend hours after patrol finishing reports. Tim’s heart stutters pleasantly when he hears the footsteps immediately begin following him. “You’re sleeping already? Did I break you?”
Tim shakes his head at the last question. “Big spoon or little spoon?” He glances backwards as he pulls back the comforter. Bernard looks thrilled.
“Big. I wanna hold you,” he says, painfully earnest. And Tim still isn’t great with earnest, but god, Bernard makes it look so easy. So he lets himself be held. He lets himself drift off, feeling secure with strong arms squeezing tightly around his middle. He lets himself sleep in far later than he usually does.
And every now and then, after a particularly close call on patrol, he lets Bernard wash his hair for him.
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thebirdsandthebats · 4 months
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batfam potluck! jason brought chili and cornbread :)
👉👈 if anyone wants to come to the potluck (aka draw more bats with food)…. please do 🥺
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