Tim’s passed out on your bed. Again. He’s been doing this for weeks now. He comes home exhausted from patrol, wanders around, and then promptly collapses in whatever room he finds first.

That’s yours. You took the room closer to the front door, and it has the fire escape. His room’s only a door away, but it’s easier to fall asleep in yours. Costume and all.

Tim continues to snore, unaware of where he even is.