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Bernard paused walking into the room where his boyfriend was apparently preparing for a night out and did a double take at the unfamiliar outfit he was donning.
"...New Robin costume?" he questioned.
Tim turned to him. "Yeah," he answered simply. Then when that didn't seem to be enough, he continued, "Do you-" and stopped himself short of saying "like it" when the sound emanating from Bernard was a somewhat loud disappointed whine. "Is there a problem?"
Bernard gestured to his arms and then came over to grip them firmly. "You put the guns away," he complained.
"Yeah, well," Tim huffed out a laugh and then swatted him, "maybe 'the guns' need some protection in case actual guns shoot at them."
Bernard looked down at his chest. "Also something about the other costume accentuated your tiddies better."
Tim took a full moment's pause at that one. "You mean my pecs?" he corrected.
"Yeah, your tiddies," Bernard confirmed as if that were not a correction. "Look, I'm looking respectfully. I'm forced to look respectfully now."
"Clearly the end of the world," Tim deadpanned.
"Mmmm."
Tim rolled his eyes.
Then he sighed.
"If I say we can keep the other one for the bedroom-"
"Yes!" Bernard kissed him on the cheek. "Please!" And then again on the chin. "Thank you!" The neck. "Love you!" And then squeezed his ass with a final, "Your butt is good regardless!"