Snap (Tim, Bernard, G, Robin)
Title: Snap
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Tim, Bernard
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Quick follow up of Mysteries, at the urging of Pixie.
Feedback: Please!
Word Count: 400
Bernard is smiling at him again.
“Hurry up, Timmy.”
“Tim.”
He can’t count the number of times they’ve had that exchange in the past hour alone. “I think it’s safe to say this is illegal.”
“Why else would I be asking you to hurry?”
“You were asking?”
Bernard rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. Tim climbs over the last ladder off of the fire escape.
Currently, they are looking out over Gotham from the roof of one of WE’s newly rebuilt housing developments. Bernard has his backpack, actually worn over both shoulders, and Tim has his latest camera around his neck.
He has no idea why he agreed to this.
He also has no idea if this is one of the buildings that Oracle has bugged, though keeping his luck in mind, it is.
“So, is the lighting alright from here, or should we try the next one?” Bernard turns to stare at him, the wind is cutting through his hair, and for once his sunglasses aren’t keeping it in place.
Tim lifts an eyebrow. “It’s fine.”
“Good,” Bernard peers out and down, into the ally they climbed up from, “This is the type of activity I’d much rather watch other people doing.”
He bites his tongue to stop from answering reflexively. The wind and the feel of the concrete is making the lines between Tim Drake and Robin blur far more than they should.
“Doesn’t that count for everything?” he replies, after a second of adjusting his viewfinder and faking nonchalance.
Bernard smirks, he can just make it out. “I’m not the hunter in this duo, Timothy, I’m the gatherer.”
He bites his tongue again. “You’re a gossip.” He snaps several pictures, rapidly. “Not an ancient race.”
Bernard laughs like it was Tim’s intention to funny.
“Gossips are the oldest race there is.”
Tim snaps another picture.
After all, he doubted Bernard would protest his own immortalization, even if it has nothing to do with localized history.
Yet.
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Tim, Bernard
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Quick follow up of Mysteries, at the urging of Pixie.
Feedback: Please!
Word Count: 400
Bernard is smiling at him again.
“Hurry up, Timmy.”
“Tim.”
He can’t count the number of times they’ve had that exchange in the past hour alone. “I think it’s safe to say this is illegal.”
“Why else would I be asking you to hurry?”
“You were asking?”
Bernard rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. Tim climbs over the last ladder off of the fire escape.
Currently, they are looking out over Gotham from the roof of one of WE’s newly rebuilt housing developments. Bernard has his backpack, actually worn over both shoulders, and Tim has his latest camera around his neck.
He has no idea why he agreed to this.
He also has no idea if this is one of the buildings that Oracle has bugged, though keeping his luck in mind, it is.
“So, is the lighting alright from here, or should we try the next one?” Bernard turns to stare at him, the wind is cutting through his hair, and for once his sunglasses aren’t keeping it in place.
Tim lifts an eyebrow. “It’s fine.”
“Good,” Bernard peers out and down, into the ally they climbed up from, “This is the type of activity I’d much rather watch other people doing.”
He bites his tongue to stop from answering reflexively. The wind and the feel of the concrete is making the lines between Tim Drake and Robin blur far more than they should.
“Doesn’t that count for everything?” he replies, after a second of adjusting his viewfinder and faking nonchalance.
Bernard smirks, he can just make it out. “I’m not the hunter in this duo, Timothy, I’m the gatherer.”
He bites his tongue again. “You’re a gossip.” He snaps several pictures, rapidly. “Not an ancient race.”
Bernard laughs like it was Tim’s intention to funny.
“Gossips are the oldest race there is.”
Tim snaps another picture.
After all, he doubted Bernard would protest his own immortalization, even if it has nothing to do with localized history.
Yet.