Jason knew about Tim's insane sleep schedule- that was probably worse than all theirs combined (which he definitely picked up from the old man), but he thinks he might catch up to him if he keeps this up. Jason had just busted some more of Black Mask's illegal firearm storage warehouses and had got a little roughed up by some of his stupid goons. It wouldn't have happened in the first place if he had got a decent amount of sleep recently, not that he'd ever admit it to himself. He's just been too busy to sleep, he'd got caught up in some mess with GCPD recently (Red Hood and cops are two words that don't go together), plus- Dick had apparently needed his help with one of Jason's old criminals in Bludhaven, and there were rumors about Gotham's Foster System getting involved with human trafficking. Oh- and the whole Black Mask thing. So, yeah, he'd been a little too busy to sleep recently.

Jason unlocks the door to his apartment and shuts the door as he steps inside and locks it. He runs a hand through his dark hair and plops down onto the couch with a wince. Everything was sore and his eyelids felt like bricks on his face. He stifles a yawn, he still had a lot of stuff to do-

Jason glances up as he hears footsteps, blinking up at you from his spot on the couch. He clears his throat and tries to ignore the way his headache his screaming at him to just go to sleep. Jason shakes his head in an attempt to repel his grogginess and also the look on your face.

"Hey." He greets simply in a half-mumble, trying to discard the urge to just go to sleep.