Do you ever look at your younger self pictures and think “Why did nobody stop me from dressing like that?” that’s what Bernard feels like when he finds pictures of his and Tim’s high school days. It’s ok Bernard, we all have our fashion disaster years.
((Omfg I forgot Timber week was this week 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️))
Anyway here’s my late entries part 1:
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Day 1: High School Days
This one takes place in a yj cartoon inspired au, hence Tim’s design. I headcannon that Bernard and Darla are Tim’s high school civilian friends in this universe, and I thought it would be funny if the two spent their high school days fighting over Tim’s affections while Tim remains oblivious. Also Darla is an E-girl cuz…idk she gives me that vibe
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Day 2: Second First Date
The image speaks for itself. And no, Bruce did not put the boys up to this, they all went on their own accord 😆
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Day 3: Time Travel
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Yea I know, the art style is inconsistent, but I wanted to experiment a little
Lol hopefully I get part 2 in time before Timber week ends
@timber-week Bernard wanted to come home two days early and surprise his boyfriend with a nice dinner after he took a tumble down the stairs at Wayne Tech the other day. Bernard is not expecting to open the door and see the entire Batclan hanging out
Running from December 7th-13th 2021, this is a week long event dedicated to creating content for the pairing of Tim Drake and Bernard Dowd leading up to their continued story in Batman:Urban Legends #10, releasing on December 14th! We’re hoping to make a lot of fun content for these two as a community, to get us excited as we count down to the issue drop!
Our tag for this event will be #timberweek2021 !
We’ve tried to curate a collection of fun prompts for the week that y’all can choose from; there’s two options for each day, feel free to pick one or do both!
And without further ado, here’s the complete prompt list for the event!
Day 1: High School Days | Childhood Friends au
Day 2: Second First Date | First Kiss
Day 3: Role Reversal | Time Travel
Day 4: Meet the Family | Gala Night
Day 5: Identity Reveal | Naps and Cuddles
Day 6: Soulmate AU | Star-Crossed
Day 7: Anniversaries | Future AU
So excited to see what everyone comes up with-happy creating!
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Rules for Timber Week 2021:
✨ Tag all entries with “timberweek2021” so that we can see your work and reblog it here. And feel free to tag the blog in your posts as well (@timber-week) to make sure we see you!
✨ All forms of content are welcome; fan fiction, fanart, edits, etc.
✨ Let’s keep it SFW, so that all ages can enjoy and participate in the event!
✨ Side ships are fine to include, as long as the main focus is on Tim and Bernard!
✨ For longer posts/entries, please use a “read more”
✨ Late entries are always welcome, just tag us in the post and we’ll share it; there’s no deadline!
✨ Be kind to each other! We want this event to be a positive and fun experience for everyone!
Timberweek 2021 is a go baybeeee! (Me? Already behind on my own event? It’s more likely than you think akshdj 😂) Delays aside, I’m happy to finally have this piece finished and ready to show ✨
Day 1 of Timberweek had 2 prompts to choose from-High School Days and Childhood Friends au-and I’m a sucker for childhood friends so I couldn’t resist going with that one! It’s fun to think about how Tim and Bernard may have bonded over their shared love of Batman and Robin if they’d met as children, and the wild theories and stories they may have come up with together! And so I present to you, a couple of bois doodling their favorite superheroes together~ (Bernard’s piece comes with a whole backstory about Batman being a sentient colony of bats that controls shadows and Robin is a shooting star that fell to earth and took human form that now teams up w/ Batman to bring light to Gotham-Tim listens with rapt attention!)
Some of you may actually recognize this concept/these sketches-I posted about them before a little bit ago, and theyre actually what inspired me to add “childhood friends au” as a prompt for the Timberweek list! Super happy this gave me a chance to finally flesh out the idea a bit more hehe We’ve truly come full circle 😌🙏 I hope you guys like it too! (You can check out the original post/sketches here!)
the sky behind him was a rupturing flame, oil-painted and alive, warmth and light splintering the depths of the city in a smouldering haze. and yet, the alley Bernard is rushing down is pitch black. strange, this city of his.
(he can't quite say it's his, no matter how long he's lived here, no matter how much of this city has seeped into his pores and bled his veins. the boy lying before him has a much bigger claim to it than he's ever had.)
the lower district of gotham burned tonight. firefly wouldn't be out of his full-body cast in months, but the damage had been done. screams cutting the air, feet pounding the cobblestone, drug dealers and nuns piling people into cars and getting the hell out of dodge. and in the middle of it—tim. he'd gone to visit stephanie, grinning shyly up at bernard through his lashes, saying he had something just a little important to tell her, babe, i swear. i'm all yours tonight, i promise. they wouldn't do much besides cuddles and a movie, but bernard was pink-flushed anyway.
then the emergency report glitched onto the news, oracle's robotic voice ordering everyone to evacuate the lower district as quickly as possible. bernard, doing the complete opposite, snagging tim's bike and flying into town, hoping against all hope he'd run into tim on the way there.
the bats appeared on the scene almost immediately, whether to stop more fires, apprehend firefly, rescue civilians, or work damage control, no one knew. probably some unholy combination of them all. bernard couldn't find it within himself to be excited at how close robin was, the closest since the cult. he just tugged his shitty, two-dollar gas mask tighter and revved the engine.
or, at least, he was going to. that was before saw a figure collapse into an alley from the roof of an apartment building, a marionette with cruelly snipped strings. and goddamnit, he needed to find tim but—
but. he couldn't leave someone to possibly die on the ground while he's right here to help them.
bernard's thanking every slight tug of his conscience, every gear in his oiled moral compass, that he listened. robin's lying in front of him, bruised, bloody, burned, not breathing.
he stares for a moment, hands trembling out of his skin, a bolt of shock freezing him to the ground. his hero is collapsed on the dirty ally floor in front of him, his hero, fucking robin what happened? the bats were three streets away working on damage control, all present, all accounted for, according to a livestream update. but here robin lies, a baroque tragedy in a skin suit, and this is twice in much too little time that bernard is realizing everyone knows, everyone he cares for, is one misstep from the top of the world to becoming worm food in persephone's garden.
it's that thought that kicks him into action. robin is not dying, not tonight.
(he fought back to back with robin less than a month ago. and now. and now and now and now he may never get the chance to do it again.)
bernard runs through a basic medical checklist in his head. call an ambulance, but this is a vigilante of gotham, so that option seems useless. there seems to be a device in robin's hand, though, some sort communicator, gloved finger hovering near a button near the side. bernard picks it up, notices the bat symbol on the back, and immediately presses the button. there. backup plan in place.
next, to check if he's responsive. a quick shake and a small slap to the face yielded nothing but a limp body. check if he's breathing. the armoured chestplate isn't moving, but it's heavy. bernard can see a latch on the side, just like the kind tim builds into his puffy winter jackets, and pulls it. the chestplate loosens and bernard tugs it off to find and utterly still chest.
(god. god. what happened? probably smoke inhalation, probably lightheadedness from not enough oxygen and a dizzy fall off a roof but—this wasn't supposed to happen to robin. robin is far more alive than anyone else, burning bright with a furious and brutal type of heat that put him a touch above all others.)
check for a pulse. bernard pulls off a glove, undoing another fucking latch, wasting another fucking second, and slips robin's lower thumb in between his second and third fingers. he waits, hardly daring to blink, hardly daring to breathe.
there's a pulse. robin still has a pulse, robin's still alive. bernard gasps wetly, then immediately sobers. even if he's got a beating heart, he doesn't have breathing lungs. he doesn't need to do chest compressions, but he'll need to do rescue breathing. he'll need to—
bernard stares resolutely at the other boy's mouth. robin's pulse might give out any second. he doesn't have any more ticks of a grandfather clock to wait, no more beads to count as they slip by his fingers. he needs to act now.
with a hop over to robin's other side, bernard lifts robin's head with one hand and pinches his nostrils with another. he takes a deep breath, leans over, and seals their lips together, tight and bloody and terrified. then, he breathes.
and breathes. and breaths. and breathes again until he's ripping their mouths apart.
"please," he whispers shakily. "please, please, come on. you're fine, you're fine."
he puts his mouth on robin's again, keeps breathing and breathing until he feels something jolt underneath him. he lurches backward in time to see robin cough once, twice. then he gasps, body arching up the slightest bit, taking in air like he's never tasted it before, like venus' first greedy breath above the waves.