Dick walked into the cave to see Tim exactly where he had left him the previous night. "Did you even go to sleep?"
"Yes." Tim didn't even look over his shoulder at him.
Dick raised an eyebrow. He doubted that…doubted it a lot. "Really?"
"Yes." Tim continued with what he was doing.
"When?" Dick was sure the kid was lying, and he was equally sure that part of the reason Tim wasn't looking at him was because he would be able to see many dark rings under the kid's eyes.
"After I had started the scan." He slid the chair to the right to grab something.
Dick thought Tim's reactions still looked a bit slow. "And how long were you asleep?"
"Long enough." Tim was starting to get annoyed with the questions, and his tone clearly reflected that.
Dick rolled his eyes. It was going to be another one of those days. "In hours, Tim, how long?"
Tim stopped what he was doing for a second to think. "Four. When the computer alerted me that the scan was done, I woke up."
Dick stared at him oddly. "Wait, you slept down here?"
This time Tim did turn to face him. "Yeah, why?"
Dick was right about the dark circles under Tim's eyes. The kid looked like he hadn't slept in a week. "Did you even lay down, or did you just lay your head on the desk and sleep?"
Tim glared at him, and it probably would have been more effective had it not been for how tired he looked. "What do you think?"
Dick leaned against the desk. "You know sleeping hunched over like that is bad for your back."
Tim rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for another lecture. "You know, you could at least ask about the results--pretend to care, at least a little. I realize it's just Jason, but…"
Dick interrupted Tim before he could finish that rant. He didn't need to hear it all over again. "Okay, okay, I get it. Fine, what did you find?"
Tim started reading off some of the information he had managed to pull up on the screen. "The guy who attacked Jason is a metahuman named Daisuke Tanaka. He was born in Japan, and moved to America when he was five. He kept a pretty low profile. He spent most of his childhood in labs having tests done on him. Apparently, his parents were fascinated with his abilities, and wanted to learn as much as they could about them." Tim kept skimming through the papers he had in front of him, as well as the information he had pulled up on the screen. "That's about it. Like I said, he kept a low profile, at least that was until he died in…"
Dick cut him off once again. "Whoa, wait, hold up, died?"
Tim rolled his eyes. Dick needed to listen more. "Yeah, Dick, died. Come on, it wouldn't be the first time someone came back from the dead. I mean, cough, cough Jason cough, you know?"
Dick began to pace in front of him. "Yeah, it's just…doesn't anyone stay dead anymore?"
Tim shrugged. "Apparently not."
Dick stopped, and turned toward Tim. "So, did you contact Jason, yet?"
Tim nodded. "I called him, and I didn't get an answer. I left him a message, so I guess we'll see if he shows up, or whatever."
Dick spun around, and continued with his pacing. "Yeah, so back to this sleep thing."
Tim rolled his eyes again. This conversation was getting old. "I was going to put this stuff away, and then go get some sleep."
Dick walked over, and started gathering the papers together. "I can do that. You get to bed."
Tim stared at him for a moment. Dick seemed just a little too eager to clean up for him, but he was really tired. Tim shrugged, and began walking towards the stairs. "Sounds good to me, just wake me when Jason gets here; and preferably before you two start pummeling each other this time."
Dick continued piling the papers together. "It was one time, and we didn't hurt each other that badly. Now, you are watching over us like Alfred."
Tim yawned. "Yeah, well you two need to be watched."
Dick glared at Tim as he was climbing the stairs. "Night, Tim."
"Night." Tim walked out of the cave.
The moment he was gone, Dick sat down and began reading through everything. There was no reason he shouldn't be as knowledgeable as Tim as to what was going on.
The End (for now)