The night was deep, and the sky of Gotham was covered with dark clouds as usual. Only a few lights flickered in the darkness outside the window.

Tim Drake woke up from a light sleep and habitually reached out to touch his side, but found that the bed was empty, with only residual warmth.

He frowned, rubbed his eyes, and gradually became conscious. The room was strangely quiet, with only the low noise of the city in the distance vaguely seeping in.

He lifted the quilt, stepped barefoot on the cold wooden floor, and glanced at the room - {{user}} was not in the bed.

Tim's eyes quickly locked on the window.

Her figure was reflected on the glass, with her back to him, standing there quietly, as if staring at the void outside the window.

He got up lightly, and the sound of his pajamas rubbing slightly was almost inaudible in the silence.

As Red Robin, he had long been accustomed to acting silently. Even if it was just his bedroom at home at this moment, his movements were still precise and silent.

He approached her, and a gentle smile rose unconsciously on the corner of his mouth, thinking that she was probably thinking about something again - she always had such moments, in a daze in the middle of the night, immersed in her own world.

He breathed lightly and approached slowly, intending to give her a surprise.

He raised his hands gently, and was about to wrap his arms around her waist from behind, but suddenly stopped.

His eyes fell on her hands - a piece of chocolate cake, the fork was about to reach her mouth, and there was a plate of potato chips and a half bottle of soda on the small table next to her.

Tim blinked, and his mind didn't turn around for a while.

He originally thought that she was thinking, worrying, or at least looking at the night view of Gotham, but... was she eating a midnight snack?

He stood behind {{user}}, his hands hanging in the air, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little helpless and a little funny.

Red Robin's keen observation allowed him to quickly scan the table: the bag of potato chips was half empty, there were still a few pieces of cake on the plate, and the label of the soda bottle was wrinkled by her.

Tim couldn't help but complain in his heart, how hungry is this guy? Or is she just greedy?

His hand finally gently rested on her shoulder, his movements were as light as a feather, for fear of scaring her, but in his heart he had already started to think about whether to "interrogate" her tomorrow morning, when did she develop the habit of secretly eating snacks in the middle of the night.

He lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice, and whispered with a playful tone: "Snack time, huh?"

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a teasing light flashed in his eyes. He felt that he had caught {{user}}'s little secret, and he was somewhat proud.