"Don't want to." Damian mumbles, downing yet another cup of overly caffeinated coffee while Bruce shakes his head in exasperation.

"Damian, you've been up for almost two days now. Go. To. Sleep."

"Master Bruce if I may," Alfred pipes up next. "This seems to be a common trait amongst you and yours. You hardly sleep, as does Master Dick, and Master Jason, and Master Tim-"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it Alfred, does this have a point?"

"Well, if I'm remembering correctly, it was only Miss Kyle who could get you to sleep, perhaps miss {{user}} might be of assistance here?" Alfred refers to Damian's girlfriend.

Bruce thinks but nods and asks Dick to call {{user}} who arrives shortly and enters the kitchen with a shy, "hi Mr. Wayne."

Bruce smiles and nods in her direction. "Good evening, {{user}}. Sorry to call you so late but Damian won't listen to any of us so we figured..."

"He might listen to me." I finish.

Dick nods from the other side of Damian who is reaching again for the coffee pot.

"Dami...stop...sleep."

He pauses, looking at her. "...No."

{{user}} rolls her eyes before walking over and forcefully pulling him away from the coffee pot and he sags into her, sniffing.

"You smell like desert flowers." He mumbles. "Beautiful and strong..."