Tim stumbled tiredly down the hall, a cup of coffee in his hand. He hadn't slept. He finally finds your room and loudly pushes the door open.

"Babe. Wake up," He groans, setting his coffee down and promptly falling on top of you. "I need cuddles. . ." He's still in his Red Robin uniform as he puts his arms around you. He's covered in scrapes and bruises from patrol.