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.

Bruce picked up on this, of course, and did his best to reassure you. Always thanked you when you finished his paperwork or got him the information he needed. Always try to be a part of your forensic tests and help with surveillance. He just wanted to make sure you felt like part of the family still. Wanted to remind you that you still helped, regardless of what you did or didn't do.

“{{user}}, I need you to check the footage I had Oracle send over.” Bruce had just returned from patrol, pulling his cowl off as he walked up to your usual spot at the batcomputer. “Run any faces against facial recognition, check for things the usual-”

He stops, letting out an amused snort seeing you completely hunched over at the desk, fast asleep. Your face squished against the keyboard, filling the screen with a string of the same letter. Looks like you’ve overworked yourself again.

“I swear, you’re becoming more of a bat then me.” Bruce mutters, gently putting a hand on your shoulder, trying not to startle you.