#TimBer week 2023

[chamiryokuroi]

When you haven’t had a civilian life in so long you now suck at keeping your secret identity a secret.

Timber week entry one day behind because I forgot 🫣

"WE'VE BEEN DATING FOR MONTHS?? WE ARE?" I SECRET IDENTITY REVEAL I GAY AWAKENING

[roseandgold137]

Day two of Timber Week 2023! Prompt was Conspiracy Theories, so naturally had to make this reference

Bonus:

[lorena12me]

a drawing for day 5 that I just finished for Timber week 😅😅

"Please don't leave me" | CHEF BERNARD | Touch Starved

Inspired by this post of @hoopoo09

Tim is privileged to have a loving Chef boyfriend who makes him homemade lunches to eat on patrol! Which makes him the target of his brothers and Steph, who will try anything to steal his food… Except Cass, because she was the only one who asked if Tim would give her something.

Bernard cooks varied meals (in this case it was the turn of a Japanese bento) always keeping in mind the caloric intake of a vigilante, and also making everything delicious and putting loving little notes that make Tim very happy!.

The note says: "I love you and if you break any bones I will kill you. Be safe babe 💓"

[boyblundering]

DAY 7 PROMPT: "I need you to let me protect you for once."

anyway last day of TimBer Week so I had to participate at least once.. just for them..... I love my silly guys

[domino-waki]

Timber Week 2023 | Day 6: "Why are there Vigilantes in the boathouse?" - Young Justice

Sorry Tim, that's the rules, that's their boyfriend now

[zorilleerrant]

Tim is fine with being protected. It comes from being the least trained in a family full of people with borderline supernatural skills, it comes from playing backup, from being the eye in the sky during so many missions when he has more support skills than those better equipped to be boots on the ground. It comes from being on so many teams with so many people with so many powers and it comes from being practically family to household names. It comes from being the one Robin that’s always there for Batman to play it safe with.

Tim is not fine with a civilian putting himself in danger. It’s not because it’s Bernard, he tells himself, over and over again. It’s any time it’s someone with less training, less armor, less experience in the field. Anyone with fewer weapons, anyone with fewer allies, anyone who can’t see the split second decisions the villains are making with someone else’s life on the line. Anyone who didn’t devote themselves to this, who didn’t look at the symbol of the Bat and agree to be part of the venture, paring off every extraneous branch on the journey until the pike is honed smooth, ready to throw.

It’s every civilian, but it’s one civilian, one with a lopsided smile and the most textbook perfect punch he puts his whole weight behind, a body at peak physical health but without the kind of reflexes scarred in day after day he needs to stand his ground. Smooth skin, few scars. Hands soft despite the callouses and gentle, carefully applying stitches, bandages, injections they’re not yet used to holding. One civilian with ridiculous, almost unintelligible good luck wishes, and no fashion sense, who talks too fast to keep himself safe when he’s in someone else’s sights.

But Bernard knows people, he knows places, he has a name with weight where Robin’s doesn’t matter much and Tim Drake’s even less, and he’s willing to throw it around Tim like the shield it is. He puts his body in between Tim and harm, and still that easy smile, still those eyes shining with some kind of hidden plan, some words unspoken because you know that once they are, they’re going to be good. He doesn’t tell Tim the way out. Tim isn’t supposed to have the kind of skills he needs to navigate a situation like this, so why let him in on the secret?

From everyone else’s perspective, Tim is soft and small and spoiled, Tim is the kind of kid who doesn’t even know himself enough to be sure he wants to hold hands. A rich kid who’s never gotten his hands dirty, a pretty little trophy on the arm of someone whose gaze holds the weight of the world when he carefully measures his words. Someone there to giggle when Bernard asks if they’re absolutely sure they really want to do that.

Bernard knows who he is. Bernard knows what Tim would throw himself bodily between, knows how much he would give, how much he has given, for his friends, and his family, and Gotham. How much he would give for Bernard. He knows that Tim would fight tooth and nail, and how well he knows where each tooth and each nail fits for maximum damage, to keep himself alive those few seconds long enough to wait for help. Bernard knows what Robin can do, would do, will do again once they’re out and safe and free.

But Tim knows just how fragile the human form is. How many bones there are to break and how many pints of blood there are to lose, how deep scarring has to go before it’s impossible to move. He knows the spots that hurt and the spots that harm, and he knows that the bravado is just a façade. That if anyone sees through Bernard’s act, sees through his ploys and appeals to an authority that scares him as much as his audience, that Bernard has just as many points of vulnerability as anyone else who’s lain broken and cold before him.

Tim will be the princess in the castle, and Bernard his knight, but for all the things he knows a dragon can do. Tim can count the dragons around them. Bernard can, too. Bernard’s been a dragon on his own, or else the child of one, and he knows firsthand the burns they leave, and still he sweeps across the ash like it isn’t even there. It’s Robin who can do something, Robin the wizard with ancient tomes and sage advice, but Tim is the only one here, and no one ever wants the princess to rescue herself. He has to let Bernard be his knight.

But Bernard speaks the magic words, and Tim does trust him, places his life so carefully in his lover’s hands and closes his eyes against the chill, and Bernard takes that gift for what it means, carries it with all the weight it has and tucks it up so gently against his own heart. Tim isn’t always the one with the way out, and he isn’t always the one who can do the protecting, and he’s used to that. But he slips his fingers through the one hand he thought he’d always be able to hold without being led by it, and lets that perfect image shatter. There’s no keeping Bernard away. He’s already involved. More involved than Tim ever was, in some ways, and less in the ways that Tim can still keep him out of it. Not safe, none of them were ever safe, but not as fragile as the snowglobe he was trying to frame the picture with, and there are more angles than he was prepared to watch. Still, Tim has contingencies. And the contingency, now, is to let Bernard protect him for once, just like he promised he would.

[thestickpeople]

It's timber week but I didn't have anything prepared so have this "Go for it Robin!" Cover 😚💕

[official-mermaid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake Characters: Bernard Dowd, Tim Drake Additional Tags: Timber Week 2023, Hurt/Comfort, Bernard Dowd Knows Tim Drake is Robin, Established Relationship, Identity Reveal Summary:

Bernard watched as Robin grabbed a towel from the closet, then the first aid kit from a cupboard. Both automatically, without even pretending to look around first. This was getting ridiculous. - TimBer Week, Day 3: "My boyfriend has an identical scar here” | Fanfic Writer Bernard | Hurt / Comfort

[timberweek]

TimBer Week prompt Masterpost!

With TimBer week just over a month away, we bring you our prompt sheets, now combined in one easy to access place!

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[mbirnsings-71]

The fun thing about having AuDHD for Bernard is that when his brain remembers a meme, he's going to say it before he can think twice about it. Tim's used to this, seeing as he's also autistic and the whole rest of the Wayne family is somewhere on the neurodivergent scale apparently, and often times he replies back to Bernard's vocal stims with one of the following: Repeating another meme back at Bernard, a bird chirp/call (which he blames Dick for because that's the eldest sibling's main vocal stim), or the first couple digits of pi.

With that being said, he's not prepared for the response Tim gives to his little statement of "Be gay, do crime." to be "Technically I'm already doing both."

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TimBer week day 4: "Be gay do crime." | Dowd Crime Family | Making out in the batmobile

[6kate1bishop6]

“Tim?” Bernard asked, and watched his boyfriend flinch in response.

Oh.

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after the events of td:r #10 bernard confronts tim

 timber week day 7: "i need you to let me protect you for once!" | meta!bernard | meeting the team / friends / family

[cadkitten]

A Hundred Tomorrows

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[roseandgold137]

frankly neither of them thought it would turn out this badly

kinda low effort doodle for day 5 of timber week bc it’s late rn but I’ll do the proper one tomorrow 👍 yippee (prompt was chef!bernard!)

[lorena12me]

Timbern week 2023; day one: “We’ve been dating for months?? We are?” | Secret Identity Reveal | Gay Awakening

Resume:

He see Bernard's back as he hurries to walk into the living room and he think his kiss was a handful of blank sheets. It was the tail end of a kite or seeing someone he know turning around a street corner and deciding now if he want to run to catch up with them and take their hand and ask how they are, it was the possibility of something, a potential. He think, a little sadly as he follow Bernard and falsely laugh at a joke someone told that Tim didn't even hear right, that it's a chance he're not ready to take here, today.

Fanfic Here

[domino-waki]

Timber Week 2023 | Day 5: Chef Bernard - "Please don't leave me" - Touch Starved

sometimes you just gotta hold your chef bf for emotional support

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[zorilleerrant]

"Is it okay?" Tim asks, "if I'm Robin?" He won't look at Bernard. He won't look anywhere but the wall, blank off white with nothing on it, gaze steady like he's trying to find every flaw in the paint.

"What does that even mean?" Bernard asks, crossing his arms. Uncrossing them. He's not sure how to sit, anymore, and maybe it's better that Tim steadfastly refuses to meet his gaze. Doing this almost but not quite face to face is easier. He still wants to get up and rummage through his pans and start cooking something.

Tim glances back in surprise, just for a second, just enough that Bernard can watch him look guilty before hiding his face again. "I'm. You know I'm Robin, right? I'm not just friends with him, I'm him. I thought you knew that." And Bernard wants to scream at the top of his lungs, because he doesn't know how many times they can do this song and dance.

So he says it, outright this time, just to be clear there aren't any misunderstandings. "Yeah, Timmy. A few too many superheroes on your boat for me not to notice. For, uh, maybe more than just me, I don't know. I think everyone might know." People were making comments, after the rescue. They were both a little too stressed to pay attention, but probably there was stuff in there about Tim and Robin. A few knowing winks, at least.

"I hope everyone doesn't know. What a mess." There's a long pause, and then Tim takes a deep breath, and scooches over to Bernard, and wraps him in a hug, going boneless against him and breathing against his neck. Bernard's never sure whether Tim is trying to smell his aftershave or just sighing at the closeness, but his breathing changes. "You'll let me do it? Be Robin, I mean."

"Let you? It's not my business," Bernard says, and when Tim tenses against him, amends it to, "I mean, obviously I care, and I worry and stuff, but I'm not in charge of whether you're Robin. Batman is, right? Or maybe he isn't, considering what everyone else gets up to." He relaxes when Tim starts laughing.

"I wanted to tell you," Tim says, quietly. And Bernard thinks did you? but doesn't say it, because he's being a supportive boyfriend, and that's kind of a bitchy thing to say in the middle of what might be a heart to heart if they can actually get to that part of it without one of them chickening out. "I didn't want to tell you. I don't know. I don't want to put you in danger."

"Babe, I walk around with arms full of knives trying not to touch burning things all day," Bernard says, adding nothing about the streets of Gotham. Tim has enough to worry about without reminding him it's never possible to keep everyone safe, that there's always something unpredictable around the next corner. "Yesterday I got hot sauce on my dick."

"You what?" Tim says, tensing again, but this time it's clear from his stuttering breaths that he's trying to hold in laughter. Which is rich, because Bernard saw what Robin was doing last night. Some enterprising Riddler goon uploaded video proof that the suit only comes with a soft cup, and Riddler's cane works well as a bludgeoning weapon. So it's not like Bernard was the only reason they weren't having sex yesterday.

"Sometimes," Bernard says, with a long suffering sigh, "you chop hot peppers, and you simmer the sauce, and it smells amazing, and then you have to pee. And you forget to wash your hands until after." He winces, of course, but he was already wincing at remembering the video, which is also kind of hard not to laugh at. It's an awkward feeling. Kind of like talking through the Robin thing.

"I can get you a comm," Tim says, curling into his chest, speaking just a little too softly to hear completely, but what he means is coming through loud and clear. Bernard strokes Tim's hair and rests a cheek against his back. Tim words reverberate against him. "You can listen in whenever you want. Make sure I'm safe."