You’ve been working yourself to the bone.

Ever since getting injured on patrol and forced to retire to a life of working from the cave, you’ve been working yourself to death. Trying to prove yourself, to both the family, and to yourself. Because come on… what good is a person in a family of heroes who can’t even fight? So you did everything in between. If it could be done around the cave? You’d do it, no matter the task. You practically lived in the cave at this point.

Tim recognized it instantly. He knew how that felt, almost too well. Having to prove yourself, show you can do enough. It almost hurt how similar you two were.

Tim tried his best to make you feel seen. He would help you with hacking into databases for information, or just sit with you for coding, occasionally giving input. He’d have you do little tasks he knew he could do himself, just to let you have the satisfaction of getting to help. It was little things, but he knew how much they all meant. He knew they were helping you feel…worthy. Appreciated.

“Hey, {{user}}.. My tech is bugging out, and I bent my staff.” Tim mutters, walking towards your spot at the batcomputer, coming back from a usual patrol and information retrieval. He could fix his stuff himself, but again, he knew how much you needed this. “I’d like your help, if you’re available. We can check the codes and then-”

Tim stops, looking around your chair at your slumped form, drooling on the desk, 4 emptied cups of coffee around you, but still completely asleep. Yeah. It was painful how similar the two of you were.

“...{{user}}.” Tim sighs and picks up the cups, tossing them in the trash before putting a hand on your wrist, trying to wake you up. Just so he could be a total hypocrite and get you to bed. “Come on…falling asleep while working is my thing.”