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museofspeedTitle: You Can Find a Lot in a Closet 3/3
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shananagin
Claim: Supporting cast
Characters/Pairing: Tim/Bernard, Alfred
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1,500
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dcu_freeforall: 51. Writer's Choice.
Previously: Part 1, Part 2.
Summary: Bernard's going to Wayne Manor for lunch, and he's ready to spill all his secrets.
Disclaimer: If I owned, Bernard would still be in the Robin books.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Aaaand, that's a wrap! I've never finished a WIP so fast! I'd like to thank the academy, and everyone in New Zealand...
To: flyingpasta@gmail.com
From: sarcastic1@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Back in town?
Hey Bernard,
Yes, I'm back in Gotham! Sorry I didn't call. I've been pretty busy. And yes, it would be fun to get together. Sunday's fine. Come by Wayne Manor for lunch at 1? And before you ask, no, Bruce won't be there. I wouldn't want my new father to judge me by the friends I keep, after all. Could get the wrong impression.
-Tim
P.S. Didn't I ask you not to call me Timmy?
P.P.S. For future notice, I've got a new email address. Tdrake@waynecorps.com.
Previous Message: Hey Timmy! Saw that magazine article. You're back in town and living in a freaking mansion? Why, exactly, was I not informed of this? I haven't seen you since the gang wars! Clearly, this must be immediately rectified. You free Sunday? -Bernard.
Bernard stared at the email, a stupid grin on his face. He'd see Tim again! He typed out a quick reply and sent it. Sunday was in two days. He had to figure out what to wear!
He'd made it through half of his closet before remembering that Tim probably wouldn't even notice.
Bernard arrived at Wayne Manor wearing a jacket that could pass as nice and good jeans. He had no idea what the dress code was in mansions inhabited by billionaire playboys, but he figured he ought to cover his bases. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and pushed the buzzer.
An old man answered the door.
"Ah, you'd be Master Bernard, then?" he asked.
"Uh, yes," Bernard said. "I'm here to see Drake?"
"Indeed," the man said. "I'll tell him you're here. Would you like to come in?"
"That'd be great," Bernard said.
"Bernard!" Tim said, walking down the stairs.
Bernard was shocked at how different Tim looked. Tim was eighteen, same as Bernard, but he looked a lot older, more tired. As if he'd been through a lot.
"Drake," Bernard said, grinning slowly. "Good to see you."
Tim smiled slightly, as though he were unused to it. "You too, Bernard. It's been a while."
"That it has," Bernard said. "You've got a Butler?"
"Valet, technically," Tim said. "Come on, you hungry?"
"Of course I'm hungry," Bernard said.
"Alfred said he'd bring it up to my room," Tim said. "Come on."
At least some things hadn't changed. Tim's room was still creepily neat. Bernard smirked.
Tim whacked his shoulder. "What're you smirking about?" he asked.
"You're a little freak, you know that, right?" Bernard said. He made a fist and spoke into it like a microphone. "Tell me, Mr. Drake, are the rumors that you alphabetize your socks true, or simply libel placed on you by your myriad enemies?" He offered the fist to Tim.
"And he calls me the freak," Tim muttered. "No comment," he said into Bernard's pretend microphone.
"You know the tabloids are going to jump all over that," Bernard said.
"Hmm," Tim said.
There was a polite knock.
"Come in!" Tim shouted.
Alfred walked in holding a tray with two plates of sandwiches, drinks, and cookies.
"Here you go, sirs," he said.
"Thanks, Alfred," Tim said. He took the tray from Alfred and set it on the bed.
"Yeah, thanks," Bernard said.
"Do try not to make too much of a mess," Alfred said before leaving the room.
There were a few moments of awkward silence. Bernard cleared his throat.
"So," he said brightly. "How's life?"
Tim raised an eyebrow. Bernard had always been jealous of that particular talent of Tim's. "Life's fine, Bernard," he said dryly.
"And how exactly did you manage to become the Prince of Gotham's new son?" Bernard frowned. "While we're on the topic, what does that make you? If he were the King of Gotham, you could be Prince, but if he's Prince, then you'd be...what? Duke of Gotham?"
"Do you actually think before you talk?" Tim asked.
Bernard flashed a smile. "Rarely," he said.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Bruce was my neighbor a while back. When my mom died and my dad was in a coma, he took care of me for a while. When my dad died – well, it was really nice of him."
"You're telling me," Bernard said. "I think this room's about the size of my family's apartment!"
"Sure it is, Bernard." Tim picked up a sandwich. "Help yourself, by the way."
"Thanks," Bernard said, grabbing one.
"Mmhmm," Tim said. "So what have you been up to? Besides sending evil undead ex-classmates to me, by the way."
Bernard smiled. "Ah, the lovely Darla. Our love, doomed by her Dark Magicks and my lack of necrophilia," he said.
Wait, Darla. Right.
"Speaking of Darla," Bernard said. "I...have something I want to admit to you."
Tim looked up at him and nodded slightly.
Bernard put down his sandwich and started playing with the fork Alfred had provided. "Who uses forks to eat a sandwich anyway?" he wondered allowed.
"Bernard," Tim said.
Bernard looked up at him. "Right," he said. "I – look, Tim, I've never told anyone this before. No one. So it's – I don't exactly know how to do this."
Tim put down his sandwich and reached over the tray to hit Bernard's leg gently. "Hey, you can tell me. No matter what it is, I'm sure I'll know worse ones."
"It's...it's not a bad thing, exactly," Bernard said. "It's just not something I really want everyone to know. Ruin my reputation and all that."
"Bernard," Tim said again.
Bernard sighed and glanced at Tim again. "I'm...gay," he said.
Tim snorted. "Is that it? From the way you were going on, I thought you were secretly a spy or something."
"You're...you're not surprised?"
"Bernard, you used to watch me change at gym class."
Bernard flushed a little. "You saw that?"
"I notice a lot of things," Tim said.
"My god I'm sorry," Bernard said. "I didn't really mean to – "
"Hey, it's fine," Tim said. "I didn't really mind."
"You didn't?" Bernard asked.
"No. Seriously, it's fine."
"Oh, good," Bernard said, collapsing backwards onto Tim's bed. "God it feels good to tell someone."
"I'm sure it does," Tim said, looking distant.
Bernard looked over at him. "How about you, Drake? What's going on with you on the romance front?"
Tim shook his head. "Well, since Steph died in the gang wars, I've had a short relationship with a close friend that isn't really healthy for either of us, a few dates with a newer friend who eventually decided we should stay with being friends, and this girl I know showed up in the middle of the night naked because she thought I needed to get laid."
Bernard laughed. "Did you do her?"
"Of course not! I hardly knew her!"
"Was she hot?"
"Well, yes."
"Drake, you fool," Bernard said.
"What do you know? You're gay!" Tim said crossly.
"But you're not," Bernard said, closing his eyes and smiling. He cracked one open and looked at Tim. "Are you?"
"Gay?" Tim shook his head. "I've only ever dated girls. But," he looked down. "I have...occasionally...liked boys."
"Romantically?" Bernard asked.
Tim gave him another one of those looks.
"Right," Bernard said. "Just checking." He sat up and toyed a little with his sandwich. "Tim?" he said.
"Yeah?" Tim said.
"Have you ever...you know...thought about...maybe...I mean, was one of the boys you liked...you know...possibly..."
Tim held up a finger and Bernard trailed off. Tim picked up the tray of food and set it on his dresser.
"Continue," he said.
"What?" Bernard said.
"Finish your thought," Tim said.
"Oh. Have you ever thought about maybe us – mmph."
Tim had very successfully shut Bernard up. With his mouth.
After a moment of shock, Bernard let his eyes slide shut and fell backwards onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around Tim and enjoyed the kiss.
It was much better than any of the kisses he'd shared with the occasional guy he'd met at a gay club. And way better than anything he'd ever had with a girl.
"Man," Bernard said after they pulled apart.
Tim rested his head on Bernard's shoulder. "Yeah," he said.
"So," Bernard said. "Want to go out with me? Though if it's fancy, you'll have to pay for me, Mr. Billionaire's son."
Tim smiled against Bernard. "I think I can handle that."
"Mmm," Bernard said, running a hand down Tim's back. "I'm glad. Man, I don't know what I was expecting when I decided to tell you but this wasn't it. I know that."
They simply lay together for a bit.
"So how did you figure out you liked guys?" Tim asked after a while.
"It's a long story," Bernard said. "You see, there was this stripper, Alvin Draper, and – what?"
Tim had started laughing. Not a chuckle, not a chortle, but a full-bodied laugh that sent tremors through Bernard.
"What's so funny?" Bernard asked.
Tim shook his head, breathing deeply to calm down. "It's..it's...nothing."
"You liar," Bernard said. "I told you the biggest secret of my life and you laugh at me!"
Tim smirked. "Perhaps I'll tell you someday, honey."
Author:
shananaginClaim: Supporting cast
Characters/Pairing: Tim/Bernard, Alfred
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1,500
Prompt:
dcu_freeforall: 51. Writer's Choice.Previously: Part 1, Part 2.
Summary: Bernard's going to Wayne Manor for lunch, and he's ready to spill all his secrets.
Disclaimer: If I owned, Bernard would still be in the Robin books.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Aaaand, that's a wrap! I've never finished a WIP so fast! I'd like to thank the academy, and everyone in New Zealand...
To: flyingpasta@gmail.com
From: sarcastic1@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Back in town?
Hey Bernard,
Yes, I'm back in Gotham! Sorry I didn't call. I've been pretty busy. And yes, it would be fun to get together. Sunday's fine. Come by Wayne Manor for lunch at 1? And before you ask, no, Bruce won't be there. I wouldn't want my new father to judge me by the friends I keep, after all. Could get the wrong impression.
-Tim
P.S. Didn't I ask you not to call me Timmy?
P.P.S. For future notice, I've got a new email address. Tdrake@waynecorps.com.
Previous Message: Hey Timmy! Saw that magazine article. You're back in town and living in a freaking mansion? Why, exactly, was I not informed of this? I haven't seen you since the gang wars! Clearly, this must be immediately rectified. You free Sunday? -Bernard.
Bernard stared at the email, a stupid grin on his face. He'd see Tim again! He typed out a quick reply and sent it. Sunday was in two days. He had to figure out what to wear!
He'd made it through half of his closet before remembering that Tim probably wouldn't even notice.
Bernard arrived at Wayne Manor wearing a jacket that could pass as nice and good jeans. He had no idea what the dress code was in mansions inhabited by billionaire playboys, but he figured he ought to cover his bases. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and pushed the buzzer.
An old man answered the door.
"Ah, you'd be Master Bernard, then?" he asked.
"Uh, yes," Bernard said. "I'm here to see Drake?"
"Indeed," the man said. "I'll tell him you're here. Would you like to come in?"
"That'd be great," Bernard said.
"Bernard!" Tim said, walking down the stairs.
Bernard was shocked at how different Tim looked. Tim was eighteen, same as Bernard, but he looked a lot older, more tired. As if he'd been through a lot.
"Drake," Bernard said, grinning slowly. "Good to see you."
Tim smiled slightly, as though he were unused to it. "You too, Bernard. It's been a while."
"That it has," Bernard said. "You've got a Butler?"
"Valet, technically," Tim said. "Come on, you hungry?"
"Of course I'm hungry," Bernard said.
"Alfred said he'd bring it up to my room," Tim said. "Come on."
At least some things hadn't changed. Tim's room was still creepily neat. Bernard smirked.
Tim whacked his shoulder. "What're you smirking about?" he asked.
"You're a little freak, you know that, right?" Bernard said. He made a fist and spoke into it like a microphone. "Tell me, Mr. Drake, are the rumors that you alphabetize your socks true, or simply libel placed on you by your myriad enemies?" He offered the fist to Tim.
"And he calls me the freak," Tim muttered. "No comment," he said into Bernard's pretend microphone.
"You know the tabloids are going to jump all over that," Bernard said.
"Hmm," Tim said.
There was a polite knock.
"Come in!" Tim shouted.
Alfred walked in holding a tray with two plates of sandwiches, drinks, and cookies.
"Here you go, sirs," he said.
"Thanks, Alfred," Tim said. He took the tray from Alfred and set it on the bed.
"Yeah, thanks," Bernard said.
"Do try not to make too much of a mess," Alfred said before leaving the room.
There were a few moments of awkward silence. Bernard cleared his throat.
"So," he said brightly. "How's life?"
Tim raised an eyebrow. Bernard had always been jealous of that particular talent of Tim's. "Life's fine, Bernard," he said dryly.
"And how exactly did you manage to become the Prince of Gotham's new son?" Bernard frowned. "While we're on the topic, what does that make you? If he were the King of Gotham, you could be Prince, but if he's Prince, then you'd be...what? Duke of Gotham?"
"Do you actually think before you talk?" Tim asked.
Bernard flashed a smile. "Rarely," he said.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Bruce was my neighbor a while back. When my mom died and my dad was in a coma, he took care of me for a while. When my dad died – well, it was really nice of him."
"You're telling me," Bernard said. "I think this room's about the size of my family's apartment!"
"Sure it is, Bernard." Tim picked up a sandwich. "Help yourself, by the way."
"Thanks," Bernard said, grabbing one.
"Mmhmm," Tim said. "So what have you been up to? Besides sending evil undead ex-classmates to me, by the way."
Bernard smiled. "Ah, the lovely Darla. Our love, doomed by her Dark Magicks and my lack of necrophilia," he said.
Wait, Darla. Right.
"Speaking of Darla," Bernard said. "I...have something I want to admit to you."
Tim looked up at him and nodded slightly.
Bernard put down his sandwich and started playing with the fork Alfred had provided. "Who uses forks to eat a sandwich anyway?" he wondered allowed.
"Bernard," Tim said.
Bernard looked up at him. "Right," he said. "I – look, Tim, I've never told anyone this before. No one. So it's – I don't exactly know how to do this."
Tim put down his sandwich and reached over the tray to hit Bernard's leg gently. "Hey, you can tell me. No matter what it is, I'm sure I'll know worse ones."
"It's...it's not a bad thing, exactly," Bernard said. "It's just not something I really want everyone to know. Ruin my reputation and all that."
"Bernard," Tim said again.
Bernard sighed and glanced at Tim again. "I'm...gay," he said.
Tim snorted. "Is that it? From the way you were going on, I thought you were secretly a spy or something."
"You're...you're not surprised?"
"Bernard, you used to watch me change at gym class."
Bernard flushed a little. "You saw that?"
"I notice a lot of things," Tim said.
"My god I'm sorry," Bernard said. "I didn't really mean to – "
"Hey, it's fine," Tim said. "I didn't really mind."
"You didn't?" Bernard asked.
"No. Seriously, it's fine."
"Oh, good," Bernard said, collapsing backwards onto Tim's bed. "God it feels good to tell someone."
"I'm sure it does," Tim said, looking distant.
Bernard looked over at him. "How about you, Drake? What's going on with you on the romance front?"
Tim shook his head. "Well, since Steph died in the gang wars, I've had a short relationship with a close friend that isn't really healthy for either of us, a few dates with a newer friend who eventually decided we should stay with being friends, and this girl I know showed up in the middle of the night naked because she thought I needed to get laid."
Bernard laughed. "Did you do her?"
"Of course not! I hardly knew her!"
"Was she hot?"
"Well, yes."
"Drake, you fool," Bernard said.
"What do you know? You're gay!" Tim said crossly.
"But you're not," Bernard said, closing his eyes and smiling. He cracked one open and looked at Tim. "Are you?"
"Gay?" Tim shook his head. "I've only ever dated girls. But," he looked down. "I have...occasionally...liked boys."
"Romantically?" Bernard asked.
Tim gave him another one of those looks.
"Right," Bernard said. "Just checking." He sat up and toyed a little with his sandwich. "Tim?" he said.
"Yeah?" Tim said.
"Have you ever...you know...thought about...maybe...I mean, was one of the boys you liked...you know...possibly..."
Tim held up a finger and Bernard trailed off. Tim picked up the tray of food and set it on his dresser.
"Continue," he said.
"What?" Bernard said.
"Finish your thought," Tim said.
"Oh. Have you ever thought about maybe us – mmph."
Tim had very successfully shut Bernard up. With his mouth.
After a moment of shock, Bernard let his eyes slide shut and fell backwards onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around Tim and enjoyed the kiss.
It was much better than any of the kisses he'd shared with the occasional guy he'd met at a gay club. And way better than anything he'd ever had with a girl.
"Man," Bernard said after they pulled apart.
Tim rested his head on Bernard's shoulder. "Yeah," he said.
"So," Bernard said. "Want to go out with me? Though if it's fancy, you'll have to pay for me, Mr. Billionaire's son."
Tim smiled against Bernard. "I think I can handle that."
"Mmm," Bernard said, running a hand down Tim's back. "I'm glad. Man, I don't know what I was expecting when I decided to tell you but this wasn't it. I know that."
They simply lay together for a bit.
"So how did you figure out you liked guys?" Tim asked after a while.
"It's a long story," Bernard said. "You see, there was this stripper, Alvin Draper, and – what?"
Tim had started laughing. Not a chuckle, not a chortle, but a full-bodied laugh that sent tremors through Bernard.
"What's so funny?" Bernard asked.
Tim shook his head, breathing deeply to calm down. "It's..it's...nothing."
"You liar," Bernard said. "I told you the biggest secret of my life and you laugh at me!"
Tim smirked. "Perhaps I'll tell you someday, honey."
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Date: 2008-03-15 02:12 am (UTC)TELL me he dresses up some time?
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Date: 2008-03-15 02:18 am (UTC)The question is, which one's telling the truth and which one is too embarrassed to admit it?
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Date: 2008-03-15 11:24 am (UTC)Really can't blame him.
They brought back Ives, perhaps Bernard will follow?
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Date: 2008-03-15 03:44 pm (UTC)I mean, how many Ives fanfictions can you find? Clearly Bernard's more popular.
Hell, who am I kidding? I love Ives. He and Tim play D&D together! Bernard is awesome, but he wouldn't play D&D.
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Date: 2008-03-15 03:33 pm (UTC)Bravo!!
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Date: 2008-03-16 03:32 am (UTC)I have developed an aversion to Tim/Kon too! Well, I'll still read it because I love both of them, but my inner Bart always feels left out because he and Cassie? No way. But I can certainly handle Tim/Bart/Kon.
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Date: 2008-03-19 05:37 am (UTC)But I like other tim/others pairings as well.
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Date: 2008-03-16 03:30 pm (UTC)What? If that idiot Olsen could do it, Bernard should be able to too!
Thank you! XD.
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Date: 2008-03-27 02:03 am (UTC)Oh, like Bernard's not going to jump all over that. :P Betch he has Tim's secret out of him in two weeks, tops.
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Date: 2008-09-10 09:14 pm (UTC)This is great, I'm thinking smoochies on the bed for a piccy?
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Date: 2008-09-10 09:34 pm (UTC)Thank you! And I'm glad you enjoyed!