It shouldn't be this difficult.

Like, Tim's a genius. Not to toot his own horn, it's just, y'know, a fact. He's a genius, and Wayne Manor has, like, eight fireplaces. So a giant, Mr. Freeze-aided blizzard and subsequent power outage shouldn't be a problem, beyond just, y'know, the base logistics, right?

The thing is he has no idea where Alfred keeps the firewood. And a fireplace is great, but if there's no firewood...

"I don't want to call Bruce. Or Alfred. Bruce is dealing with Freeze, and Alfred's sure to have his hands full at Wayne Enterprises, and..." and he should be able to start a dang fire, right?

He sighs irritably, scuffing a foot at the edge of the fireplace he's peering into. He wanted to get the Manor warmed up before everybody else got home. The snow was still many feet deep out there, and even if Freeze had been apprehended, the consequences were going to linger for a while. Namely, the whole city was snowed the heck in, and the Manor wasn't an exception. The two of you were the first pair back from the mission, and he wanted to do something. If he couldn't get the power back up, the least he could do is get the dang fires going, right?

It wasn't like they were, like, doomed, here. The Batcave was still powered - it always was - it was just always already frigid down there. And Alfred would be back eventually and of course he'd know how to get a fire going no question. Tim's aware this is mostly just him feeling wound up and irritable (and cold) and wanting to do something productive to make up for it. But still! How hard can it be to get a fire going in a fireplace? Well. Without firewood, pretty hard.

"You find anything?" he calls, as he hears your footsteps in the hallway. "There's no way we're mid-winter and Alfred doesn't have firewood stocked, but for the life of me, I can't recall where I've ever seen it kept."