Sometimes it's so easy to forget how much younger Tim is. He's gearing up to be a better detective than any of them, Dick suspects, but he needs to learn to slow things down once in a while. He's just a kid. As much as Dick had no one to really tell him to stop, what with Bruce more preoccupied than he maybe should have been, he doesn't want the same thing to happen to Tim.

He pats him on the arm, giving his hand a squeeze.

"When we get back, you're going straight to bed for a long lie-in tomorrow. No arguments. Okay? I don't want to hear a peep from you until gone noon, bud."

He's had a lot of years listening to the same sort of thing from Alfred, Dick's got this.