The Soup Begins To Thicken

Tim: by the way, B. I’ve been wanting to say. I got a boyfriend.

Bruce: That’s great, son. I’m glad you worked things out with Kon.

Tim:

Tim: Kon?

Bruce: *Pauses*

Bruce: Is he not your new boyfriend?

Tim: No! It’s a guy called Bernard.

Bruce: ..Oh. Well, congratulations, Tim.

Tim: Thanks…

———

Tim: I’m going out with my boyfriend, see you guys later.

Dick: I thought Kon was in outer space?

Tim: …My boyfriend. Not Kon.

Dick: Your boyfriend.. Not Kon?

Tim: No.

Dick: …

Dick: Have fun, Timmy!

Tim: …oooohkay.

———

Jason: Your boyfriend is here, replacement.

Tim: Bernard?

Jason: Wait, what?

Tim: My boyfriend, Bernard?

Jason: *points to the window*

Jason: I meant Kon.

Tim: He is not my boyfriend.

Kon: Are you going to let me in?

Jason + Tim: *looks at Kon.*

Jason + Tim: *goes back to their conversation*

———

Tim: Hey Alfred, I wanted to let you know my boyfriend is coming over for dinner.

Alfred: Of course, I’ll make sure we have enough for master Conner.

Tim:

Tim: You mean Bernard?

Alfred: Yes, Master Bernard.

———

Bart: Whoareyoutextingisityourpartner?

Tim: *Hides his phone*

Tim: Yes. My boyfriend. Now leave me alone.

Cassie: Wait, you got a boyfriend?

Bart: *Looks around and notices a certain super isn’t here*

Bart: Well, I have a hint on who it is.

Tim: There’s no way you know him.

Cassie: Isn’t he literally our teammate?

Bernard, looking around the room then up at the ceiling: Wait, I don't see Conner here.

Tim:

Bernard:

Tim: *Takes out his phone and starts scrolling through his pictures*

Bernard: Whatcha doing, babe?

Tim: Just reminding myself how hot you are with your shirt off, to stave off an impeding irritation induced migraine.

Jason, peeking over Tim's shoulder: The fuck, Timmy? How did you land such a hottie?

It harms your lungs and it’s especially bad for children (and pets!) or anyone with health problems. There are all kinds of chemicals in that smoke. It’s not only trees that are burning. The heat already makes it harder to breath. This makes it worse.

If any of you are experiencing it, feel free to tell about it in the comments. 💚

Batspreading

1) Yes, easily

2) Yes, but I hate it

3) No, it's too gross or uncomfortable

4) I have never tried but don't like thinking about it

5) I have never tried but think it would be fine

sure, clark could do all that with his pinky finger if he wanted to, but after seeing bruce do it, he doesn't want to.

on one of their first missions together, they're sneaking in to one of luthor's compounds, and batman brings them to a vent. it's solid metal, secured well just like the rest of luthor's building. clark leans forward to peek over batman's shoulder at it.

"i can get that, if you—"

batman cuts him off by digging his fingers behind the grate and pulling. the metal bends under his strength, creaking as it's pulled from the wall, half-inch thick bolts and all. batman glances back at clark, the barest of smirks on his lips. clark's jaw snaps shut so fast he bites his tongue.

and the more he watches, the more he goes insane. batman carries clark over his shoulder once when he's injured, and all clark can think about for a while is the flex of batman's arm around his waist. clark rushes to hold up a collapsing ceiling and protect civilians, but batman is already there, braced against a pillar, and now clark can hardly focus. batman rescues a dozen civilians from a sinkhole, sometimes pulling them out two at a time—clark wishes he could feel batman's iron grip around his wrists, or have his large thighs pressing down on him.

he comes to the cave once when bruce is working out, all slick and flushed and powerful. clark barely stops himself from drooling.

it's the raw physicality of it. the way his muscles tense and bulge with exertion, the little grunt bruce releases after doing something that requires a decent amount of strength, the sharp exhale when he lets go of the weight. it all drives clark wild.