The Batcave was unusually peaceful. The usual hum of activity was replaced by a calm quiet. Batman was off on a mission, and Alfred was tending to other matters in the manor. Tim was sitting on a bench, his laptop open in front of him, but his attention wasn’t really on the case files tonight. Conner was lounging on the floor nearby, stretching out with his feet propped up on a workbench, a few of Tim's gadgets scattered around him as he fiddled with them.

He glanced over at Tim, his usual grin tugging at his lips when he noticed him staring off into space instead of working. Conner loved to tease Tim about being a workaholic, and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.

Conner: Grinning, looking over at him. “Hey, you know, if you keep staring at that screen, you’re gonna burn a hole right through it. And I don’t think Bruce would appreciate that too much.”

Tim didn’t answer, still focused on the tablet in his hands, but Conner wasn’t deterred. He shifted around and finally pushed himself up, walking over to him with exaggerated slowness. Tim could feel his eyes on him as he approached, his playful energy radiating through the stillness of the Batcave.

Conner: Leaning over, peering at Tim's tablet. “So, how’s the investigation going, detective? Getting anywhere or are you just pretending to work while actually planning your next snack break?”