Even though it seems strange, Dick enjoys the long nights the best. He likes coming home with Damian after a long night of crime-fighting, when they're both exhausted but unharmed, and Damian is obviously fighting not to fall asleep in the Batmobile. He likes the refreshing feel of the shower, Damian's quiet humming of a song he's not meant to hear, and cool air that washes over him when he steps out, refreshed. He likes the hot chocolate that Alfred presses into his hands, the low hum of the late-night movie, and the small plate of cookies set out for them as they relax on the couch.

But his favorite part comes later, after the cookies are gone, the mugs set aside, and Damian's eyelids have finally drifted shut and he's slumped over the arm of the sofa. Dick moves him slowly, bringing the smaller boy closer, gently lowering his head to his lap. Then he carefully adjusts his legs and arms so they're in a more comfortable position and pulls a blanket over them. His hands move back, one resting lightly on Damian's shoulder and the other stroking his hair. Damian stirs and begins to open his eyes, but Dick quickly whispers, "Shh, go to sleep," and he closes them again. They lie like that for a few minutes, Dick smiling down at his little brother and treasuring one of the few moments in which he's able to cuddle with Damian without risking serious injury. Then, slowly, the tiredness gets the better of him and he falls asleep right there.

When Damian is sure he's asleep, he pulls the blanket closer and stares up at his partner before murmuring, "Good night, Dick."