batcesting

[ladymangoberry-deactivated20171]

ALL COPYRIGHT GOES TO KACIART, EVEN THE COLOURING.

People would never recognize my colouring if I keep changing the style, right? Right? /shot

[krizariel]

Old jaytim commission made by the amazing Rowein (twitter/insta)

jay but is a sirenito uwu

[kaciart]

“Let’s check your love lines - oh whattaya know! There’s only one, and it says it’s me”

“Does it now? You’re kinda losing credibility here”

“You mean I had some to begin with”

“You tell me, Mr Taught-by-the-best-Haly’s-Circus-had-to-offer”

[batcesting]

Consider this:

It's an unbearably hot Jersey summer afternoon, temperatures pushing 100, humidity hovering at around a sweltering 80%.

Even the Batcave, usually a bastion of cool and dark, is unpleasantly muggy, so it's not entirely surprising when Tim descends into its depths to find Dick in nothing but a pair of form-fitting bicycyle shorts, running through a series of acrobatic drills on the balance beam.

Jason, similarly stripped down and in the midst of butterfly pressing a truly impressive amount of weight, at least has the decency to wear shorts that don't fit him like a second skin. The looseness, however, comes with the unfortunate side effect that when he switches equipment, lying out flat to start his bench press reps, the fabric rides up without him noticing, unveiling an awful lot of bare thigh. Tim keeps his poker face all the way to the Batcomputer, sparing them nothing more than a lingering glance and an off-handed greeting. He sits down and pulls up his case files. He tells himself he's not at all distracted.

He's lying, of course.

[arturosavinni-deactivated202109]

Happy Belated Birthday Art <3

ahhhh I’m sorry it’s so blegh ;~;

I hope you had a wonderful birthday though <33

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Vivian!!! This is amazing. ToT Cuddles on a couch!! Just hrrrg. Dick is totally loving up a Tim. Hmmm. I love their clothes, and hair. Well I just really love your style Viv. ;3;

Dick hand on Tim’s leg, guh love that sooo much.

Thank-you so much Vivian!!! ;o; <33333

[mgnemesi]

Jason = Neme Tim = You all. ♥

Missed you, everyone. It’s good to be back. :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[ladymangoberry-deactivated20171]

I think I ate too much oranges today.

For avanalae <3

p.s: This was inspired by some pictures of male ballerinas (?_?) mgnemesi reblogged a long time ago.

[batcesting]

Consider this:

It starts as a joke. As a bet. As a challenge.

Can Jason find something Tim hasn't trained in? He's a perfectionist and a control freak; when he isn't patroling, he's working on his cases, and when he isn't doing that, he's practicing drills.

So that's all it is, really. A stupid bet. The stakes aren't even that high: loser has to buy dinner.

But Jason grins like someone just promised him the world, and he asks whether Tim's ever trained in the Ivy Protocol.

Tim, who has memorized every contingency in the Batcomputer and made up forty-seven new ones besides, has never heard of the Ivy Protocol.

The Ivy Protocol, Jason tells him, is for when you get dosed with pollen and can't retreat. Can you keep fighting? Can you keep your cool, in the face of whatever distraction comes your way?

Tim stares. Jason stares back.

Tim is almost certain that Jason is making this up on the spot, but he's also certain he likes the slant of Jason's smile and the hungry light in his eyes. His mouth is suddenly dry, and he's suddenly sure that he'll be very distracted indeed, but he admits that he has not, in fact, trained for the Ivy Protocol.

Jason's smirk grows a little more pleased when he offers to help.

So that's why Tim has been dosed with a sample of Ivy's newest strain.

That's why Tim is sitting in his safehouse, staring at the computer as his brain slowly bluescreens, hyper aware of Jason leaning up behind him, making idle suggestive commentary in his ear.

That's why Tim is running maintenance on his grapple lines and inventorying his equipment while Jason trails teasing fingers up and down his thigh.

That's why Tim is going five rounds with Jason on the mats, and when Jason pins him the final time, he can't help but grind up into the hold, pressing his clothed erection up against the meat of Jason's thigh.

When Jason presses his hips back down to hold him still, Tim tries in vain to chase after the pressure.

Jason only laughs, voice low and teasing, and tells him he plainly needs more practice. He's getting more distracted by the minute.

[naturalvirtue]

Follow-up to the previous one hehe.

I’m going to work on a couple more requests now and then maybe sketch something else later.

[naturalvirtue]

I herp the derp out of me when I try drawing comics orz This was just an experiment, not much of a story here. Tim goes to visit his older bro. Jason is drunk.

Beware of: messy pencil lines, horrifying handwriting.

[naturalvirtue]

My part of trade with the lovely Boa (who drew me sexy porn gklhgfh). Dick and Tim sitting on a couch being bros.

I’m still pchatting right now, if you want to join!

[hongbiubiu-deactivated20230613]

just a fine, sunny july

[batcesting]

Consider this:

The villain of the week has trapped Dick and Tim in their fondest dreams, the versions of their lives where everything is perfect. Dick clocks his early on and fights his way free alone, then goes searching through the dream world for Tim. They haven't reconciled yet after Dick gave Robin away to Damian, and there's been a distance between them that never used to be there. Suffice it to say that Dick is shocked to find that Tim's perfect world looks a lot like one where Bruce never disappeared, where they never fought, where Tim shares an apartment with Dick in Bludhaven. They have long, lazy weekend mornings lounging in bed and late nights on the couch watching stupid sci-fi movies. The touches between them are warm and frequent and perhaps not all strictly brotherly. He has to convince Tim to give it all up and come back to the real world, but the longer they're back, the more he keeps thinking about the life Tim considered perfect.

[batcesting]

Consider this:

An infiltration mission in an office building after hours, but just as Jason and Tim are in the midst of snooping through the promising files in the board room, there's noise in the corridor. They can't be caught now; if they're spotted, it will ruin the entire sting, which isn't due to go down until next week. Instead, they slip into the supply cabinet in the corner of the room, which is barely large enough for both of them. As soon as the door is closed after them, they're encased in darkness, pressed up against each other front to front, Jason's knee slotted in between Tim's thighs. There's nowhere to go, not an inch of space that can be gained. What follows is a grueling after-hours covert board meeting, Jason and Tim struggling to stay silent so they can eavesdrop without being noticed by the other people in the room. Every time Jason shifts or Tim carefully adjusts his stance, the tent at the front of Tim's suit grows a little more pronounced, his erection pressed more firmly against the muscle of Jason's thigh. He's never been more mortified in his life. He can only hope that Jason hasn't noticed, though of course he has to have, given how little space there is between them. After about fifteen minutes, the tiny shifts suspiciously regular, Tim starts to suspect that Jason is doing it on purpose.

[taziiiii]

weary

[batcesting]

Consider this: It's been a long patrol. Dick and Tim are both littered with new bruises, scraped skin that leaves vivid red marks behind. In the bathroom of Dick's apartment, they lounge on the counter and the edge of the bathtub, stripped to their boxers, tending to their own wounds and each other's. Dick goes to his knees on the bathmat to wind gauze around Tim's calf, and when he's finished, he presses a kiss to the inside of his knee. Tim's breath catches; a second kiss follows, and a third, each progressively higher until the muscles of Tim's thighs are tense and trembling with anticipation.

The rest of their first aid ends up waiting for quite some time.

[evanarg16]

This drawing was based on another artist's work; it's not mine. I just redrew it in my own style! Credit to the original artist: @traf-graf

(I had put a description of the drawing, I thought, because I did base it on another artist's work and I gave her full credit, but I think I forgot to put it here. I swear I gave her credit everywhere I posted my drawing, sorry if I forgot to put it here.)