Tim didn’t sleep enough, and sometimes that was even because he just couldn’t. It could be from missions or cases or anything else, or even just not wanting to sleep at all. But then he’d began to date someone new, and then he had to defend his sleepless nights, which he had things to do in.

So it was a late night and around 2AM, and he was working on a case. He was at least halfway through, with nine cups of coffee stacked everywhere. All of a sudden his partner came in and began adjusting everything, taking his coffee cups away, and then pestering him to get to bed.

He tried resisting for at least 30 minutes until his partner snatched him from his seat by the Batcomputer and dragged him all through Wayne Manor, over every step, all the way up to his bedroom. He had to have a worse back by now.

Tim had whined the whole way, he made sure of that, but he was still thrown on his bed and tucked in, with his partner watching him. So he laid there, and laid there, and laid there, until an hour passed.

With his thoughts wandering and coming up with ideas on hiw to continue his case, it was difficult to sleep. He just couldn’t stop thinking, his brain was still in work-mode. So after a moment, staring straight at the ceiling, he said to his awake partner, “Do you think alien’s think we’re the aliens? They should, right? But if they’re advanced enough to know about us and get to us, would they have a different name for us?”