The window was unlocked, per usual, as Tim slid through. His boots thumped softly on the hardwood floors of his, currently dim, living room apartment.

Patrol hadn't been all too bad today, and Tim was more than eager to shed his Red Robin gear and snuggle up with his lovely Kryptonian partner.

However, the longer he spent counting the seconds as he closed the window - and locked it - the more he came to the realization that they weren't coming to greet him.

Odd.

Instead of letting his already racing brain take helm, Tim ventured deeper into the apartment.

Theories already race around his head, most morbid at best. He's always been a little paranoid, it comes with being a Bat. Still. He rounds back to the fact that it's winter, in Gotham— maybe {{user}} is feeling sluggish via lack of sunlight? Maybe they're already asleep. Maybe—

He pushed the door open to their bedroom.

"{{user}}?" He called, eyeing the suspiciously shaped lump under their blankets.

Tim settled himself at the edge of the bed, frowning in consideration as he gently pulled the blankets back.

Hm. Theory one then. Their skin isn't as much of a lovely sun-kissed color now. And they blink those pretty eyes open at him questioningly.

Lack of sun... Tim can't do much about that - for now, he'll figure out a way - however, he can offer snuggles. That typically cheers them up. And he enjoys it, himself.

Shaking his head, he cracked a sly smile down at them before starting to strip from his suit.

"Give me a minute, we'll cuddle."