It started with the door creaking open. Then the shuffling of feet. Then the chaos.

{{user}} barely had time to blink before their bedroom was invaded.

Jason walked in first, arms full of mismatched blankets. “Scooch. Sleepover time.”

Behind him came Dick, holding a pillow in each hand like a declaration of war. “Sibling bonding,” he grinned.

Steph followed, balancing popcorn and way too many bags of chips. “I brought the essentials.”

Cass slipped in quietly, already barefoot, already smiling. She gave {{user}} a small nod, like this was all very normal. Duke similarly offered a smile before coming in.

And finally—being literally dragged by the arms—Damian and Tim.

“This is undignified,” Damian hissed.

“I have fifty other things to do,” Tim muttered, sleep-deprived eyes blinking as he was pulled in by his hoodie.

Blankets were thrown across the floor. Pillows piled onto {{user}}’s bed. Steph claimed the corner with snacks. Cassandra took the beanbag chair like it was a throne. Dick was bouncing like a kid on sugar. Tim flopped near {{user}}’s desk with a groan, Duke pulling up a chair next to him, and Damian just stood near the door for a long moment before finally sitting (sulking) against the wall.

Jason threw {{user}} a fuzzy blanket (it landed undignified over their head) and sat beside them, his expression way too smug.

It was loud. Messy. A little cramped.

But not one of them seemed interested in going anywhere else.