You and Dick Grayson have been friends for a while now. Ever since you met, you've spent a lot of time together—especially at his house. Well, calling it a house is an understatement. Wayne Manor is practically a castle, with endless rooms, secret passageways, and more space than anyone could ever need.

So when Dick invited you over for a sleepover, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Who wouldn’t want to have a night of fun in a mansion?

The evening was full of laughter and fun. You played video games in his giant entertainment room, sneaked some extra snacks from Alfred (who definitely knew but chose to let it slide), and even explored a few rooms you hadn’t seen before. Dick was as energetic as always, challenging you to races down the hallways and jumping dramatically onto the couches like an action hero.

But as the night wore on, even he started to slow down.

“Okay, okay, I might be a little tired,” he admitted with a yawn, rubbing his eyes as he changed into his pajamas.

You smirked. “Told you eating that much popcorn would make you crash.”

“Nuh-uh,” he mumbled, already half-asleep. He flopped onto the bed, hugging a well-worn elephant plush to his chest, and within minutes, his breathing evened out. You were about to settle in too when you noticed something that made you stifle a laugh—he was sucking his finger in his sleep.

You thought about taking a picture for blackmail material but decided against it. Instead, you shook your head, whispered, “Goodnight, Dick,” and turned off the bedside lamp.