The clock on Tim’s desk blinked 01:00 AM in quiet judgment. He didn’t notice.

He was hunched over his monitor, fingers flying across the keyboard, a half-empty mug of coffee growing cold beside him. Lines of code, camera feeds, encrypted files—his version of a lullaby. He had told Dick he’d go to sleep after one more sweep. Bruce hadn’t even bothered arguing, just shot him that look. Alfred left a second mug on the desk hours ago and wordlessly turned in for the night.

And still, Tim was there.

Focused. Unmoving. Except for the occasional twitch when a window loaded too slowly.

A soft knock broke the rhythm.

Once. Twice.

He didn’t hear it at first. It took the faint tap of knuckles against glass again—more insistent this time—for him to pause and glance at the window.

And there he was.

Kon.

Hovering just outside in the dark, his arms crossed, hair tousled by the night wind. He raised a brow when their eyes met through the glass and mouthed something that looked like, “Seriously?”

Tim blinked, then stood and opened the window, pushing it up with a squeak.

“Hey,” he said, voice rough from disuse.

Kon floated closer, boots touching the sill as he leaned inside, arms still folded. “You know it’s basically 1AM, right?”

“I was—”

“—working. Yeah. I figured.” Kon reached past him and plucked the coffee cup off the desk. “Cold.”

“It’s fine.”

Kon took a sip and winced. “No, it’s not. This tastes like stress.”

Tim gave him a tired glare, but his mouth tugged into the faintest smirk.

Kon stepped fully inside, closing the window behind him. He walked over to Tim’s bed and flopped onto it without asking, limbs splaying out like he owned the place. “Come on,” he said, “at least lie down. I’ll be the warm side of the pillow.”

“I still have—”

Kon held up a hand. “Tim. Baby. Robin. Love of my life. You’re not solving Gotham at 1AM alone. Come here.”

Tim stared at him for a second longer, then sighed and peeled off his hoodie. He shut the laptop. The world could wait.

He climbed into bed, and the moment he did, Kon pulled him in, arms already warm and solid around him.

“There we go,” Kon murmured into his hair. “Better.”

“…You’re annoying.”

“Yup. But you’re sleeping now.”

“…Yeah.”