Dick was just coming in for a lunch break after running a few errands in the city, excited for some Alfred food while Bruce was busy with WE and everyone was out of the manor.

"Is today April or May?" Tim mutters, tapping away at his tablet for a few seconds before stopping, surprised, "oh, it's Monday."

Or supposed to be out of the manor, he thought as he stopped and watched in silence as Tim shook his head and scoffed, "time is a social construct."

"Timmy," Dick starts, concerned, "when was the last time you slept?"

"He passed out a few hours ago for about an hour." Jason piped up from where he was recording on the reading chair in the corner.

"How long have you been watching him?"

Jason shrugged at Dick's scandalized look, "since I got off patrol. Been about eight hours?"

"And you didn't do anything?"

"I brought him coffee when he was starting to lag."

"WHAT? You shouldn't do that! Why would you do that? He needs sleep! Not more coffee!" Dick was near livid as he whisper screamed at Jason, who just smirked.

"I never said I did the right thing. He's been keeping me entertained with his crazy."

"I'm putting him to sleep," Dick sighed in disappointment.

"You can try," Jason smirked again, readying his phone again to capture what was about to happen.

"Timmy," Dick called softly, waving his hand in front of the screen, waiting for a reaction he never got. "Tim," he tried again, louder, setting his hand on Tim's shoulder, still getting no reaction. "Hey, Tim," he said as he clicked the lock button on the tablet, turning the screen dark, Tim just continued to tap away at it, muttering under his breath.

With a large sigh, Dick tried to take the dark tablet from his hands only to end up on the ground with an aching jaw before he could blink. "What?" He muttered, trying to comprehend what happened as Jason laughed till he wheezed.

Just then, Alfred came in from his grocery shopping, took one look at them and shook his head as he left. He came back a few minutes later with a cup of what smelt like coffee and presented it to the sleep deprived boy. "Master Timothy, your coffee."

Tim downed the coffee in seconds and Alfred retreated with the empty cup, "don't forget to catch him before he falls, Master Richard."

Before Dick could question him, Tim started swaying, the tablet slipping from his hands and his eyes fighting to stay open. Dick swiftly caught him just before he face planted into the coffee table and swung him up into his arms comfortably as Tim lost the battle and dropped into unconsciousness.

Jason sighed, "well, there goes my fun. You know, he actually pointed something out that was a rather weird coincidence."

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Dick said, moving to the door as Jason followed him.

"He pointed out that your last name sounds similar to my first name and that my last name starts with the same letter as Tim's first name and that Tim's last name starts with the same letter as Demon's first name."

Jason almost ran into Dick when he slowed to a stop, "that's...woah. Three times is more than a coincidence at that point. That's...amazing that no one noticed till now."

"I'm sure he'd love to know he broke your brain, but you should probably get him to bed before patrol tonight." Jason smirked as he walked off to who knows where to do whatever he does outside of Hood.

Dick rolled his eyes, but continued up the stairs and put Tim to bed before finally getting that lunch he had come for.