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Bernard unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside.
The living room lights were on. Tim was sitting on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knees, the glow of the screen reflecting faintly off his glasses. From the doorway Bernard could see a mission report open on the screen, the cursor blinking halfway through a paragraph that had clearly been rewritten more than once.
Tim’s fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, paused, then deleted the entire line.
He stared at the empty space for a moment before starting again.
Bernard closed the door quietly behind him and slipped off his shoes by the wall. The sound finally made Tim glance up, but only briefly. Their eyes met for a second before Tim’s attention snapped back to the laptop.
“How’d it go?” he asked.
The question came out carefully neutral, like he had been rehearsing it.
Bernard set his bag down by the armchair and crossed the room, dropping onto the other end of the couch. The cushions dipped slightly under his weight. Up close he could see the tension sitting in Tim’s shoulders, the way his foot was bouncing restlessly against the floor.
“It went well,” Bernard said.
Tim finally looked up from the laptop.
“…Really?”
Bernard nodded.
He reached over, gently closing the laptop before Tim could start typing again and slid it off his lap onto the coffee table.
Tim watched the movement like it had personally betrayed him.
“How well?” he asked after a moment.
Bernard leaned back slightly against the couch. “It was nice. Fun. I love hanging out with Kon — he’s one of my best friends.”
Tim winced.
“Friend,” he repeated quietly.
Bernard sighed, but nodded.
Tim leaned back against the couch cushions, covering his face with both hands as he tried to steady his breathing. For a second he didn’t say anything.
Bernard rested a hand gently on Tim’s knee.
Tim let out a shaky breath.
“God,” he said softly, voice a little watery now. “I’m so sorry, Bear.”
Bernard frowned. “Tim--”
“You don’t have to pretend it’s okay,” Tim rushed on, dragging his hands down his face. “I know this whole thing was weird and I shouldn’t have even suggested—”
“Hey.”
Bernard squeezed his knee.
Tim fell quiet.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Bernard said.
Tim shook his head anyway, staring down at the floor.
“I’m a terrible husband,” he muttered.
Bernard huffed out a quiet laugh at that.
“You are a lot of things,” he said, nudging Tim’s leg slightly. “Terrible husband is not one of them.”
Tim didn’t look convinced.
He kept staring down at the floor like there might be something written there he hadn’t noticed before.
Bernard watched him quietly for a moment, then squeezed his knee again.
“Tim.”
Tim rubbed at his face again, dragging his hands down slowly before letting them drop into his lap.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to do that,” he said after a moment. “It was unfair. I knew it was unfair when I brought it up and I still—” He stopped himself with a frustrated exhale.
“I offered,” Bernard corrected gently. “You didn't force either of us to do anything.”
“It feels like I did,” Tim muttered.
Bernard tilted his head slightly, studying him. Tim’s shoulders were still tight, his posture hunched in that familiar way he got when he started spiraling into his own head.
“You’re doing that thing again,” Bernard said.
Tim frowned faintly. “What thing?”
“The one where you decide you’ve ruined everything before anyone else has actually said that.”
“I’m in love with a man who isn’t my husband,” he said, the words coming out tighter than he meant them to. “Of course I’ve ruined everything.”
Bernard moved without hesitation, reaching over to take one of Tim’s hands. His grip was gentle but firm as he tugged slightly, encouraging Tim to turn more toward him instead of curling in on himself.
Tim resisted for about half a second before giving in.
Bernard held his gaze.
“And you told me about it,” he said calmly.
Tim’s mouth twitched like he wanted to argue anyway.
“You told me about it,” Bernard repeated, squeezing his hand lightly. “And you had the worst panic attack I’ve ever seen you have over it, Tim.”
Tim winced a little at that.
The memory certainly hadn’t gotten any less embarrassing with time.
Bernard continued, voice still soft but unwavering.
“This isn’t something you chose to do,” he said. “You didn’t wake up one morning and decide you were going to sabotage your marriage.”
Tim’s eyes dropped to the floor.
“And it isn’t something any of us can force either,” Bernard added.
Tim nodded slowly, his eyes squeezing shut like he was trying to hold himself together just long enough to finish the conversation.
For a moment he just breathed.
Then he spoke again.
“…I can stop hanging out with him.”
Bernard blinked.
Tim kept going before he could interrupt.
“It won't even be that hard ,” he said, his voice picking up that familiar rushed rhythm he slipped into when he was trying to solve a problem faster than it could actually be solved. “Kon lives in a different city anyway and if I ever need a Super for Bat stuff I can just ask Jon or—”
“Tim.”
“I can just—” Tim swallowed, forcing the words out anyway. “I can just stop.”
Bernard’s hand tightened slightly around his.
Tim finally looked at him again.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Tim’s brow furrowed immediately.
“Yes I do.”
“You don’t.”
“I do,” Tim insisted, the stubbornness in his voice starting to creep in now. “It’s the best solution.”
Bernard stared at him for a moment, something fond and exasperated flickering across his expression.
“Tim, listen, please.”
Tim didn’t look up. His gaze stayed fixed on their hands where Bernard was still loosely holding one of his, thumb brushing absent circles over Tim’s knuckles.
Bernard’s mouth twitched faintly.
“I talked to Kon about it.”
Tim’s shoulders stiffened.
Bernard leaned back slightly into the couch cushions, still keeping hold of Tim’s hand so he couldn’t completely retreat into himself again.
“We talked about what this would look like,” he continued. “If actually we tried it.”
Tim finally lifted his head a little, though his expression was still wary.
“But, you said–”
Bernard went on before Tim could spiral again.
“I know, but that doesn’t actually stop the rest of it from working.”
Tim blinked.
“…What?”
Bernard shifted slightly on the couch, turning more toward him now.
“The relationship doesn’t have to be the same between all three of us,” he explained. “You’re married to me. That’s not changing.”
Tim swallowed.
“And the feelings between you and Kon are… different,” Bernard continued. “That’s not something either of us can pretend isn’t there.”
Tim looked down again, guilt flashing across his face.
Bernard gently tipped his chin back up with two fingers.
“And that’s okay.”
Tim frowned faintly.
“But–”
“But nothing,” Bernard let out a quiet breath, searching for the simplest way to explain it. “You would be dating him,” he said. “And you’d still be married to me.”
Tim stared at him.
“And Kon and I…” Bernard shrugged slightly. “Would just be less romance focused.”
“So just what you already are?” Tim asked uncertainly.
Bernard smiled a little.
“I mean… I’m not unattracted to Conner.”
Tim processed that for a second.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly.
“So… friends with benefits?”
Bernard laughed under his breath.
“Yeah, I guess. Friends who care about each other and their mutual favorite person… with benefits."
Tim opened his mouth again.
Bernard cut him off gently.
“We also talked about the fact that none of this works unless everyone is actually comfortable with it,” he said.
Tim looked at him carefully, searching his face for any sign of hesitation.
“You’re sure?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.”
Tim still didn’t look entirely convinced.
“And Kon said he was okay with that?” he asked.
Bernard nodded.
“He actually seemed pretty relieved,” he admitted.
Tim frowned.
“Relieved?”
Bernard smiled faintly.
“He said it was perfect for him.”
Tim blinked again.
Bernard continued, amused now at the memory.
“He works nights half the time, lives in a different state and likes having his own space. The idea of suddenly trying to build a traditional relationship with both of us at the same time was apparently a lot more pressure than he wanted.”
Tim huffed quietly.
Bernard squeezed his hand again.
“But being with you?” he said. “That part he was very clear about.”
Tim’s ears turned faintly pink.
Bernard watched him soften slightly, the rigid tension slowly leaving his shoulders as he processed what he’d just heard.
“…So you’re both actually okay with this,” Tim said slowly.
“Yes.”
“And you’re not just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“Tim.”
Tim winced slightly.
“Right. Sorry.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, still clearly trying to reconcile everything in his head.
“…You’re sure you don’t hate me?”
Bernard laughed outright at that.
“Timothy Drake-Wayne,” Bernard said gently, “I love you.”
Tim nodded quickly, the words landing somewhere deep enough that his shoulders loosened a fraction.
“I love you too,” he said quietly.
For a moment he just sat there, breathing slowly, trying to let his thoughts settle into something that resembled order instead of the frantic knot they’d been a few minutes ago.
Bernard didn’t rush him. His thumb kept tracing slow circles over the back of Tim’s hand.
Eventually Tim straightened a little and took a deeper breath.
“…Conner?” he called, raising his voice just slightly. “Kon, can you come here please?”
They didn’t have to wait long.
A few seconds later there was a polite knock against the apartment window.
Bernard leaned forward a little and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Tim’s head as he stood up and crossed the room.
A rush of cool night air followed Kon inside as he swung himself easily over the sill. His hair was windswept from the flight, jacket half-unzipped, the faint smell of fresh non-Gotham air still clinging to him.
He straightened and glanced between them.
“…Everything okay?”
Bernard stepped aside so he could move further into the room.
Tim was watching him carefully from the couch.
Kon walked over and stopped beside him, resting one hand briefly on the back of the couch as he waited.
Bernard returned to his seat and Tim instinctively leaned back a little into him, the familiar contact grounding him.
Tim looked up at Conner, nervous energy creeping back into his expression.
“Are you really okay with…” Tim gestured vaguely between all three of them. "everything?"
Kon studied him for a moment, then huffed out a quiet breath that sounded suspiciously fond. He sat down beside him on the couch, close enough that their legs brushed. One of Kon’s hands came down to rest lightly on Tim’s knee.
The contact sent a quick stutter through Tim’s heartbeat.
Kon noticed, his thumb brushed once against Tim’s jeans before he spoke.
“Yes,” he said simply.
Tim searched his face, like he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Kon smiled a little, softer this time.
“I promise,” he added. “I’m okay with it.”
Tim hesitated, still watching him carefully. The tension had eased from his shoulders, but not completely. There was still that cautious look in his eyes, like he was bracing himself for the moment this all comes crashing down.
“Are you sure?” Tim asked quietly. “You won’t… feel like a third wheel or something?”
Kon let out a short breath that was almost a laugh.
“More than already I am now?” he said.
Tim’s brow furrowed immediately.
Kon’s expression shifted the second he saw it. “Shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand back through his windswept hair. “Bad joke. Wrong time.”
Tim’s mouth had already started to open, concern creeping back into his expression, but Kon leaned forward slightly, his hand still resting warm and steady on Tim’s knee.
“No, Tim,” he said more firmly, shaking his head. “I’m not going to feel like a third wheel.”
Tim watched him, searching his face again with that same careful scrutiny.
Kon softened a little under the look.
“I want this,” he said, the words slower now, deliberate. “I want to be with you. And yeah, Bear’s part of the deal too, but that’s not exactly a bad thing.”
Behind Tim, Bernard made a quiet, amused sound.
Kon glanced past Tim’s shoulder at him briefly before continuing, his voice settling into something more honest and steady.
“I’ve loved you for a long time, Tim. Way longer than I care to admit.” His thumb traced a slow, absent line across the denim at Tim’s knee as he spoke. “And Bear’s already one of my closest friends. Probably my second best friend after you, honestly.”
Bernard raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t interrupt.
“So no,” Kon went on, looking back at Tim, his expression open and completely certain now. “I’m not worried about being a third wheel. I’m not worried about this being weird. I’m not worried about any of that.”
Tim blinked at him.
“I…I love you too.”
The admission came slower, like he had to carefully pick the words out of the storm of thoughts spinning in his head before he could let them out.
Kon’s smile softened immediately.
Tim didn’t see it.
His gaze had dropped to the hand resting on his knee.
The contact felt grounding and distracting all at once, and he focused on it the way someone might focus on a fixed point during turbulence.
His breathing started to change before he noticed.
Not dramatically — just slightly quicker, slightly shallower — but his brain had already begun racing ahead of the conversation.
Two people.
Two people saying they loved him.
Two people who had sat down together and apparently decided this was fine.
That they were fine.
That this was something they wanted.
That Tim was something they wanted.
The thought felt too large to settle anywhere comfortably in his chest.
It didn’t make sense.
Tim had spent most of his life operating on the assumption that love — real, steady, uncomplicated love — came in very limited quantities. You earned it if you were useful. You kept it if you didn’t mess up too badly.
You didn’t get extra.
You definitely didn’t get two people sitting here calmly telling you they loved you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
His brain tried to catalog the problems automatically.
He was selfish.
That had to be the explanation.
Selfish enough to want both of them.
Selfish enough to even consider letting it happen.
Tim’s other leg started bouncing before he consciously registered it.
Kon’s head tilted slightly, listening to Tim’s vitals.
“…Hey,” he said gently. “Your heartbeat’s doing something weird.”
Tim hummed quietly in response, eyes still fixed on Kon’s hand against his knee.
His breathing hitched again.
Behind him, Bernard felt the tension shift in Tim’s body.
“Tim?” he asked softly.
Tim hummed again, a little louder this time.
The sound was distracted, automatic.
His head tilted to meet his shoulder without him meaning to, the motion small and tight as his muscles tried to release the pressure building in his body.
Kon’s expression shifted immediately.
“Oh,” he murmured. “Okay.”
He stood up without hesitation and reached over to flick off the overhead lights.
The room dimmed instantly, the bright white glare disappearing and leaving only the softer light from the lamps in the corners of the room.
Tim’s shoulders dropped a fraction.
Bernard slid his arm more securely around him, gently pulling him back so Tim could lean against his chest instead of trying to hold himself upright.
“It’s okay,” Bernard murmured near his ear.
Tim made another small humming sound.
Kon returned a second later with a blanket draped over his arm. He sat down again beside Tim, careful not to move too quickly as he settled it over Tim’s lap and shoulders.
“Sorry,” Kon said softly. “I guess this all might be a little overwhelming.”
Tim nodded faintly, his eyes still unfocused as his breathing slowly started to even out again.
Kon hesitated for a second before reaching out again, taking Tim’s hands gently in his own.
Tim let him.
For a while none of them said anything.
Bernard’s arm remained steady around Tim’s middle, his hand resting lightly against Tim’s side, while Kon sat close enough that their knees still touched through the blanket.
Tim focused on the feeling of their hands, the warmth of the blanket, the steady rise and fall of Bernard’s breathing behind him.
The fuzziness in his head slowly began to settle.
He exhaled slowly through his nose.
“…Sorry,” he muttered after a moment, voice rough with embarrassment.
Kon immediately shook his head.
“Nope,” he said.
Bernard squeezed him gently.
“You don’t apologize for that.”
Tim stayed quiet for a little while longer, letting the last of the buzzing in his head settle. The room was dim now, the soft light from the lamps pooling across the floor and couch, and the quiet steadiness of the space seemed to press gently around him instead of closing in.
Tim focused on the small things again — the warmth of the blanket across his lap, the slow rhythm of Bernard’s breathing against his back, the quiet weight of Kon’s hands wrapped around his.
Eventually the tightness in his chest loosened enough that he could take a deeper breath without it catching halfway through.
He shifted slightly against Bernard’s chest, blinking a few times as his thoughts finally began to line up in something resembling order again.
Another quiet moment passed before Tim glanced down at their joined hands again, then back up at Kon. His expression was calmer now, though there was still a faint nervousness around the edges of it.
He hesitated.
Then he turned his head slightly toward Bernard.
“Bear?” he asked quietly.
Bernard hummed in response, his chin brushing lightly against the top of Tim’s hair.
Tim’s voice dropped a little further.
“…Is it okay if I kiss him?”
The question hung in the air for half a second before Bernard let out a soft, amused breath.
He leaned forward just enough that Tim could see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Tim,” he said gently. “You don’t have to ask my permission to kiss your boyfriend.”
Tim’s ears went pink almost immediately.
Kon snorted quietly.
Tim shot him a brief look that was somewhere between embarrassed and fond before his attention shifted back again.
The moment stretched just long enough that Tim’s nerves threatened to creep back in — then Kon leaned a little closer, the movement slow enough that Tim could pull away if he wanted to.
He didn’t.
Their first kiss was careful.
Gentle.
More like a question than anything else, the brush of Kon’s mouth against his warm and hesitant at the same time.
Tim exhaled softly through his nose as he leaned into it.
Behind him, Bernard’s arms slid more securely around his waist, drawing him back just enough that Tim was held comfortably between them.
The contact steadied him.
Kon’s hand came up to rest lightly against Tim’s jaw, his thumb brushing once across his cheek as the kiss deepened slightly — still soft, still unhurried, but more certain now.
Behind him, Bernard pressed a quiet kiss just below Tim’s ear.
Then another against the side of his neck.
The warmth of it made Tim’s shoulders loosen further, the last of the tension finally melting out of him as he let himself settle fully into the space between them.
Kon’s hand rested warm against Tim’s jaw as the kiss lingered, the soft brush of his mouth no longer hesitant now that the question had been answered. Tim leaned into it without thinking, his body relaxing into the steady presence on either side of him.
The warmth of Bernard’s chest at his back and Kon’s closeness in front of him forming a quiet pocket of safety that Tim hadn’t realized he needed.
Kon’s hand slid from Tim’s jaw to the side of his neck, his fingers settling there as he leaned in closer. The movement drew their bodies nearer together, their knees pressing more firmly through the blanket as Tim instinctively followed the pull of it.
Behind him, Bernard’s mouth brushed again against the side of his neck.
The kiss was warmer this time, lingering just a little longer against his skin.
Tim’s breath caught softly.
Bernard didn’t rush, but he didn’t stop either. His lips moved slowly along the curve of Tim’s neck, trailing lower in small, unhurried kisses that left warmth in their wake.
Kon’s hands had moved to Tim’s waist now, steady and firm, his thumbs brushing lightly against the fabric of Tim’s shirt as he pulled him closer. The contact brought their bodies together fully, Tim caught comfortably between the two of them.
His hands moved almost without thinking, sliding up to Kon’s shoulders as the kiss deepened. His fingers found their way into the curls at the back of Kon’s head, tangling there as he pulled him just a little closer.
Kon made a quiet sound against his mouth.
Behind him, Bernard’s lips had moved along the line where Tim’s neck met his shoulder, sucking and nibbling at the soft, warm skin.
Tim’s head tilted instinctively, giving him the space. The sensation sending a quiet shiver down his spine.
For a moment the world narrowed to the warmth surrounding him — Kon’s hands steady at his waist, Bernard’s mouth against his shoulder, the slow pull of breath between kisses.
It was broken when Tim and Bernard’s phones started ringing.
The shrill sound cut through the moment like a dropped glass.
All three of them froze.
Bernard pulled back first, though the reluctant little sound Kon made against Tim’s mouth made it clear none of them were thrilled about it. He leaned sideways just enough to grab both phones from the coffee table, glancing down at the screens.
“It’s Damian,” he said, brows knitting slightly. “Video call in the group chat.”
Tim let his forehead fall briefly against Kon’s shoulder with a quiet groan.
“Ignore it,” he muttered. “We can catch up later.”
Bernard hesitated for half a second before setting the phones back down.
Kon was already leaning back in again, his hands sliding back around Tim’s waist as Tim turned toward him once more, clearly intent on resuming exactly where they’d left off.
They managed approximately three seconds.
Kon’s phone started ringing.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He pulled one hand free to fish his phone out of his pocket, glancing down at the screen before groaning.
“Jon,” he said, sounding personally betrayed.
The three of them exchanged a look.
Bernard sighed first.
“It's probably something important.”
Kon scrubbed a hand down his face.
“Yeah.”
Tim slumped backward against the couch with another dramatic groan.
“Why did Bruce have to keep having kids?” he whined, dragging both hands down his face, “I’m busy.”
Kon snorted.
Bernard laughed quietly as he stood up long enough to straighten his shirt.
Kon leaned back as well, running a hand through his hair in a quick attempt to fix the windswept curls Tim had thoroughly disorganized. Tim tugged his own shirt back into place and adjusted the blanket still draped over his lap.
Bernard returned to the couch, settling back behind him as Tim grabbed his phone again.
Tim tapped the screen and propped the phone up against a stack of books on the coffee table so the camera angled back toward the couch.
Bernard stayed seated behind him, one arm still loosely around Tim’s waist. Kon leaned in on the other side, resting an elbow against the couch so all three of them were visible in frame.
Tim accepted the call.
The screen flickered as the video connected, squares beginning to populate.