Tim had just finished putting away all of the files he had been going over earlier. He swore the next time he saw Jason, he was going to kick him in those broken ribs. It had taken him nearly an hour to get all of the files back into the right folders, and then he still had to actually do the work involved with said files. Sleep was something Tim missed dearly, and it looked like tonight was going to be another all-nighter. He was currently in the middle of going over the reports he had done earlier, when he heard footsteps behind him--but he didn't turn around. It looked like he was going to be able to kick Jason sooner than he thought. "So, did you bring me some DNA or something that I can work with?"

Dick stopped walking for a moment, and tried to remember if he had forgotten to do something. "DNA? For what?"

Tim turned in his chair to face the person behind him, who was decidedly not Jason. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were…someone else."

Dick raised an eyebrow at him. "Someone else? How many people do you have bringing you DNA, Timmy?"

Tim shrugged as he began to rub his eyes tiredly. "Um…well, you know, there are a lot of us."

Dick stared at him. The kid looked far more exhausted than normal, but that didn't explain the way he was acting. "Tim, what's going on?"

Tim tensed the moment Dick's question made it to his ears. "Nothing," he took a deep breath, and forced himself to relax...at least a little. "Hey, did you get my email?"

"Yeah, it was cute." Dick folded his arms over his chest as he stared down at Tim. "Now, what am I missing?"

Tim glanced up at him like he had just thought of something, and then began to speak a lot like a speedster. "You're missing something? Really? What? I can help you try to find it. Well, unless it's a missing brain--you know--squishy--it's not my deal."

Dick walked over and stood next to him. "Funny, Tim, real funny." He smacked Tim on the back of the head as he spoke. "Now, there's something going on that you don't want to tell me, but we both know I'm just going to keep bugging you until you do, so what's going on?"

Tim sighed. He wasn't sure if he should be saying this, but Dick could get really annoying really fast when he wanted to. "I think Jason went crazy."

Dick rolled his eyes. "What? Again? Man, this is getting to be like a weekly occurrence around here. What did he do now?"

Tim shook his head as he reluctantly started to tell Dick everything Jason had told him about the night he was attacked. If things kept up the way they were going, Tim was certain he was never going to get any sleep ever again. Between dealing with Jason and filling Dick in it seemed all of his time was taken up with talking, or arguing, or being hit in the head by his 'brothers', which was definitely no better than the work he wasn't doing at the moment. He finished relaying all the information which Jason had given to him to Dick, and quietly waited for Dick's response.

Dick stared at Tim for a moment, trying to process everything he had been told. He decided to deal with the whole Damian bit much later, like maybe once his brain could function past the thought of, 'what the hell was going on as of late?'. "So…uh…did you ask Jason since when does he take that kind of crap? I mean, seriously, from the way it sounds, he could have easily kicked that guy's butt. He just decided not to."

Tim shrugged. Figuring out why and how his 'older brother' worked really wasn't on his agenda for today; at least he was pretty sure it hadn't been when his day had started. "He's Jason. Who knows why he does what he does? Come on, half the time, I don't even think he knows why he does what he does. I mean it's not like the guy ever has a plan, or anything."

Dick moved some of the papers that Tim had laying on the desk, and sat down on the desk much the same way that Jason had earlier, except this time there was no mess for Tim to clean up...thankfully. "Tsk, tsk. Now, now, that's not fair, Timmy. He's always has a plan. It just normally involves pissing off as many people as possible in the shortest amount of time, fighting with someone for no other reason than the fact that he can--and some kind of alcohol is thrown in there somewhere. Although, with all of the shit that he pulls, I don't know where he finds the down time for that."

Tim stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "Bitter much?"

Dick shrugged. "Oh, you know, only a little."

"My ass, only a little."

Dick and Tim both turned to see Jason sauntering toward the computer, but didn't say anything. "Here, you were right about the breaking his nose thing." Jason threw an evidence bag at Tim as he turned his attention to Dick. "So, I was told you were busy with something, Dick." Jason spat the name out with venom. "Want to share with us what that was?"

Dick jumped down from the desk. "I don't really think it's any of your business, Jason."

"Maybe I'm just curious like that." They were standing toe to toe, glaring at each other, and snarling.

Dick smirked. "If you were actually any good at detective work, you wouldn't be curious, now would you? No, instead you would have answers."

Tim stood up, and got between the two of them. "That's enough. If you two start anything else, I'm going to kick both of you out of the cave, and go back to the work I was doing before I was interrupted by the two of you. Do you hear me?"

They both nodded simultaneously. "Yes, Alfred…whatever you say, Alfred."

Tim glared at them, and then returned to the computer. "Jason, I'll let you know if I find anything."

Jason nodded once again, and then turned and glared at Dick. "See you later, brother." The last word was spoken as an insult, as Jason spun around and walked out.

Dick walked over and placed a hand on Tim's shoulder as he was typing. "Do yourself a favor and get some sleep."

Tim shrugged off the hand. "Sleep? Who needs sleep? Nah, I'm good."

Dick shook his head. "Tim, I'm serious. Get some sleep. It won't affect Jason's impatience any, and it might help your mood some."

Tim stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "My mood? You know what would help my mood? If you would stop arguing with Jason every time you see him."

Dick held his hands up in the air defensively. "Hey, he started it."

Tim glared at him. "Really mature, Dick, really mature."

Dick shrugged. "What can I say? I try."

Tim just stared at him blankly. "Uh huh."

Dick placed a hand on Tim's shoulder again, and gave him a tight squeeze. "I mean it. Get some sleep. It won't kill you, you know?"

Tim nodded once. "Yeah, in a minute, or so. I want to at least get the DNA Jason gave me into the system."

Dick released Tim's shoulder and turned to walk away. "Night."

Tim continued typing. "Night."

The End (for now)