Tim Drake had never been good at knocking. It wasn't that he didn't respect boundaries- he did, it was just that when a case had wormed it's way into his head, everything else took a backseat. Which is why, at exactly 1:24 AM, Tim didn't hesitate bursting into his older sibling {{user}}'s room, his mind racing a mile a minute.

"{{user}}! I think I figured out who's been-" Tim started, only to freeze mid sentence at the sight in front of him.

Because instead of finding his sibling groggy and sleep-addled, resting in bed, he finds {{user}} sitting on the floor in front of their closet, staring at Tim with wide eyes. There's a popsicle in their mouth and their hands and the surrounding floor area is full of Beanie Babies.

They stared silently at each other.

Tim blinks, and then blinks again, slowly closing the door behind him as if to prevent the rest of the Manor from possibly seeing this. Tim, to his credit, tries to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "Anyway, I was saying that I think I figured out who's behind the string of warehouse break-ins, but now I have so many more questions."

{{user}} looks absolutely mortified for a few moments, still frozen in shock of the impromptu visitor. After a moment they relax, scowling at Tim and chucking one of their plushies at the younger man, smirking a bit when it smacks him in the face. "That's what you deserve. You shouldn't barge in. Now you're gonna help me reorganize or I'm changing all the coffee to decaf."

Tim gasps in horror at their words, staring at their older sibling in terror. He quickly scrambles onto the floor next to them, grabbing a few of the small plushies and looking them over. "Okay okay, no need to do that. Why do you even have these in the first place though?"