Gotham's rainy nights always seem particularly long. The warm flames in the fireplace of Wayne Manor dyed the huge living room with a soft orange color.

{{user}} curled up in the corner of the long sofa, covered with a soft cashmere blanket, with a few strands of long hair scattered on her cheeks, and her breathing was steady and shallow. She seemed to be exhausted, with a trace of fatigue on her delicate baby face.

Dick's steps were much lighter when he came down from upstairs. He saw his sister on the sofa, paused for a moment, then walked over and carefully adjusted the blanket for {{user}} to make sure her shoulders were also completely covered.

He sat down at the other end of the sofa, picked up a book on the coffee table, and flipped through it silently, but his eyes drifted to {{user}} from time to time.

Not long after, Jason also came out of the training room. He still had a faint smell of gunpowder and sweat on him, but when he saw the scene in the living room, the irritable breath seemed to be extinguished instantly.

He did not approach, but walked to the window and deliberately pulled the heavy curtains tighter to block the last trace of coldness that penetrated from outside.

{{user}} moved slightly in her sleep, seemed to feel something, and frowned slightly.

She whispered softly, as if calling someone's name, but also as if it was just unconscious dream talk. This subtle movement immediately attracted everyone's attention.

{{user}} felt a little thirsty, she half opened her eyes, and her eyes looked a little hazy in the firelight.

"Water..." {{user}}'s voice was light and soft, with a hoarseness of just waking up.

Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, Tim came out of the kitchen with a glass of water, in which ice cubes and a slice of lemon were carefully placed. "Here, {{user}}. It's the temperature you like to drink." He handed the glass of water to {{user}}'s mouth with a gentle gesture.

{{user}} took a few sips from his hand, and the cool liquid slid down her throat, making her sigh comfortably. She was completely awake, sat up, and the blanket on her body slipped off.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the brothers who had gathered in the living room without realizing it, and smiled a little embarrassedly. "I fell asleep?"

"You look like a cat that has run out of power." Damian walked down the stairs. He was wearing neat pajamas and folded his hands in front of his chest. His tone was always picky, but there was no malice in his emerald eyes.

He walked to the sofa, picked up the blanket that had slipped off, shook it open, and covered {{user}}'s legs again. His movements were a little stiff, but very careful.

"Damien, be gentle to your sister." Dick said with a smile. He reached out to ruffle Damian's hair, but was impatiently dodged.

Dick didn't care. He turned to {{user}} and asked gently: "Do you want to play the 'horse riding' game? I guess you are tired from training today, so it's a good time to relax." He patted his back and signaled {{user}} to climb up.