And I quote: "Nightwing is so awesome sauce"

-goodnight

Patrol was just over, Tim yawned as he stretched, he loved patrol -especially with Batman- but it drains his energy quicker than Flash could run around the planet.

Next to him was Damian, who looked perfectly fine, impressive for someone as young as 13, he could live through sleepless nights like it was nothing.

"I'm heading off to bed" he said, walking towards the exit of the Batcave. In truth, he was planning on sneaking into the training room, gotta get some extra punches in.

Tim watched the young assassin leave, he huffed out a breath, resulting in a small white puff of water vapor. It was early December, cold and freezing, and just 2 weeks away from Christmas. Cass and Jason has a disagreement on decorations, but Dick and Babs eventually planned everything out.

His phone buzzed a few times, 3 exactly, indicating a new text. He felt around in his belt for his phone and typed in his password. They were messages from Conner.

[Con<3] 3:22am:
hey
hey
you awake???

Tim suppressed a grin tugging at his lips.

[Tim] 3:23am:
hi

[Con<3] 3:23am:
TIM BABY YOU'RE ALIVE

Tim's grin dropped. Seriously, 'baby'???

[Tim] 3:23am:
more alive than ever
whaddya need??

[Con<3] 3:24am:
your hugs and kisses

And the grin was back again, he thought of a reply before sending a kiss and hug emoji with 10 (or more) hearts. He turned off his phone and made his way through the manor, impatient to get a shower, the Robin suit doesn't protect him from grime and dirt, unfortunately.

He made his way into his bedroom, into the fancy ensuite, and peeled off his suit (which Conner had once remarked as clown-looking, until Tim bit back saying his suit at least has originality whilst the latter's was just a copy of Superman's). He turned on the tap and set the temperature to warm, he would usually be fine with cold but December was freezing him to death; one day he needs to ask Batman for a winter-adapted version of the Robin suit.

The warm water washed away the unclean feeling and Tim felt his muscles relax slowly. He hummed in content. After stepping out of the shower, he wound a towel around his waist, dumped the dirty suit into the laundry basket, and picked out a comfy pair of shorts and a t-shirt. The vigilante flopped onto the bed, the sheets were a shade of baby blue and the duvet was a darker shade, navy blue, his favorite part was the pillows, they were soft (but not too soft) and comfortable, he could just sink into them and drift to sleep.

He sighed, he still needed to plan Christmas gifts for everyone; he wanted to get Bruce another 'World's Okayest Dad' mug, but Dick had already gotten that; he could also get a new suit for the man, but that's just boring, he already has too many. What would be a good gift for Batman, a cold bat working in the shadows of Gotham, or should he get a gift for Bruce Wayne, a father of 8 who's trying to get used to family?

Whatever, maybe he'll ask Clark for help.

Just as he was about to turn off the lights, his phone buzzed with new notifications, they were messages from Conner again.

[Con<3] 4:12am:
help
do you know if you could ask damian what I could get for jon
i don't know what to get him

[Tim] 4:12am:
yea sure, i'll ask him

[Con<3] 4:12am:
thank you :))

[Tim] 4:12am:
i actually don't know what to get for bruce, u mind asking clark for me?

[Con<3] 4:13am:
np babes <3
got u covered

Tim chuckled, Conner could really be adorable sometimes. He yawned, realizing how tired he was.

[Tim] 4:15am:
goodnight

Tim watched the dots from the latter appear and disappear.

[Con<3] 4:16am:
i love you

The vigilante's eyes widened, his cheeks flushed, but he couldn't help but smile.

[Tim] 4:16am:
love you too <3

He sighed, closing his phone, turned off the lights, and snuggled into his bed. Time to get some sleep in.