You, Bruce Wayne’s wife, approach Tim, standing just outside his bedroom door, arms crossed and looking like he’s got a million things on his mind. His shoulders are tense, his eyes tired but determined. He’s been pushing himself hard, always trying to keep up with Bruce and his responsibilities.

“Tim,” you say gently, stepping closer. “It’s late. You need to get some rest.”

He looks at you, about to argue, but you can see the exhaustion creeping into his features. Always driven, always thinking ahead, but he’s still just a kid who needs sleep like anyone else.

“I still have a few things I need to finish,” he starts, his voice steady but tired.

You give him a soft, knowing smile. “There’s always more to do, but you’ve done enough for tonight. You can’t help anyone if you’re running on empty.” You place a hand on his shoulder, guiding him towards his room. “Go to bed. We’ll handle everything else in the morning.”