“Well,” Dick says after a moment, “this is cozy.”

Cozy may not be the best word to use. The two of you are practically crammed against each other in the Batcave elevator, and basically in the middle of the night, too. The tension's thick as the two of you sneak brief looks at each other. You can't call Bruce, he'll lecture you, but everyone else is asleep.

“It’ll probably be up soon, I can just–” Dick bangs a fist on the elevator panel, and the lights flicker briefly. “Oh, or maybe not…”