#fluffcember2025

Tim always had cold hands.

Always.

It didn’t matter if it was the middle of a heat wave in summer, if he had been working out, if he had just taken something out of the oven— his hands felt like ice.

Sometimes it was actually nice, like when Damian had a fever not too long after the two had started trying to make amends. It was pretty much the only reason Tim was allowed anywhere near him, and it was the first time Damian had allowed Tim to have any sort of physical contact with him. Tim’s icy cold hands provided some much needed relief (and the fever had weakened the younger boy enough that there was less chance of Tim getting stabbed).

Other times though, like for the entirety of his polycule’s formation, it was downright torturous.

Bernard flipped pancakes onto the floor one morning after Tim’s hands sent shivers up his torso while he was standing at the stove.

Bart let out a blood-curdling scream while they were cuddling one night, Tim’s hands snaking their way up his shirt.

Kon accidentally burnt a hole in their wall after Tim snuck up behind him and place his palms over Kon’s cheeks. Tim straight up laughed after that one, the slightly creepy giggle that reminded them all why Robin was actually feared among the criminals of Gotham.

One day, Kon decided that he and everyone else had had enough. “That’s it,” he declared. “I love him, but I’m pulling out the big guns.”

“The big guns” being calling Ma Kent and asking her how to knit.

For the next several weeks, each member took turns sneaking off to the Kent farm for knitting lessons while the others distracted their almost cold-blooded counterpart. Eventually, everyone had their own set of (admittedly shabby) mittens.

The next time Tim went to place his hands on Kon, Bart zipped over. Tim stared at his hands which were now covered in bright yellow mittens. He then stared at his partner.

Bart grinned. “No more ice cubes, bird boy.”

Tim wriggled his fingers inside the mittens, still looking painfully perplexed. “When did you learn how to knit, Imp?”

“The future.”

“Sure…”

Bart zipped off again before he could question him more.

“Are my hands really that cold?” Tim asked.

Kon huffed. “Just keep them on.”

The next day, as Tim was leaning in for a kiss, Bernard placed his own hands on Tim’s chest and whispered, “Wait.”

Tim pulled back. “Okay. Sorry, was that too much at once or?”

Bernard’s reassuring smile gave Tim butterflies. “No, no, you’re all good, sweetheart. I just wanted to do this…”

Bernard pulled out a pair of bright red mittens and plunked them over Tim’s hands. Tim stared in disbelief.

“Honey bear, I love you. Doesn’t this kind of take you out of the moment?”

“You know what takes me out of the moment? Being toasty warm until your Elsa hands try to hold my neck, and instead of enjoying you I’m left trying not to squeal.”

Tim’s face turned the same shade of red as the mittens. “Jeez, is it that bad?”

“All fixed now. Want to continue?”

They did, though Tim still felt awkward making out with his boyfriend while wearing mittens. Bernard only felt relief.

The next time Tim went to hold hands with Bart, the speedster ran off. Tim was miffed until the boy came back with Kon, but went back to it as Kon shoved a pair of bright blue mittens on his hands.

“Bart wants to hold hands with you when they aren’t ice cubes. This has been a Kon-el airlines announcement.”

Kon saluted and then flew back to wherever he’d been. Bart took Tim’s now-mittened hand.

“Much better.”

Tim groaned. “So how long have you guys been working on this so-called solution to me having cold hands?”

“Well, remember when Bernard needed a ride out to Kansas?”

Tim’s eyes narrowed. “Martha.”

“That’s Ma Kent to you. We are gonna train the warmth back into those hands of yours if we have to.”

“Oh my god.”

It continued like that, the boys each pulling out their mittens any time Tim reached for them. Well, almost any time. It was already awkward enough that they demanded it while making out and cuddling, but they negotiated the mittens for… other things.

Besides that, though, Tim found himself getting rather attached. The blue ones were like Kon’s eyes. The red reminded him of Bernard, since that was also his favorite color. The yellow made him see Bart’s speed trail that always came after Bart came running for him.

"Can we get a cone of ice cream please?" a red hair teenage girl said to the ice cream store owner and he said to the girl, "Sure." and he get the ice cream for the red hair girl and a dark blue hair teenage girl whose seem to be around the red hair girl age through she look upset over something. As the ice cream man hand the girls their ice cream, he noticed something familiar about their faces and he ask them, "Said, are you cousins or something? You look the same and you look just like a red hair girl whose visit my store at times years ago." and the red hair girl become nervous as she chuckle, "Wow.... that must be a fun thing to point out...." The blue hair girl said, "I think he was remind of your mom, Cousin Dong." which the ice cream man said, "Wait, you are the daughter of the girl Ranma!?! Your mom usually made her friends pay for her ice cream! You better not do the same thing on me!" and the nervous Cousin Dong run off with her ice cream as she said, "I have just remember homework that I got to do. Bye!" and Dong's cousin Ibuki pay the ice cream man while he said, "I cannot believe it that it has happened to me again. This is like mother, like daughter for me." and Ibuki run after her cousin.