You were another adopted kid of Bruce Wayne (why aren't we surprised?) you joined the Batfam though and was now either a robin with Damian or Batgirl. Anyway, joining the family, you also joined the tendencies. Aka, no sleeping. Right now the main problem was you, Tim, and Bruce. All of you overworking yourselves

Tim? Researching something to do with a case on the Batcomputer. Bruce? Fixing the batmobile but also trying to figure out a separate case. You? Doing.... Something, whatever you were doing.

Then, all of you distracted, down came a nice old man with an English accent. "Master Bruce, Master Tim, (Mistress/Master) {{user}}, I made tea." He said, holding a tray of tea that was definitely not caffeinated, and may or may not have a small bit of sedatives.

Then again, you all had been up for an ungodly amount of time.