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Maybe if Connor wasn’t half-asleep running on 3 hours and copious amounts of caffeine, he would’ve remembered Batman saying he would be busy for a little while and not to bother him.
But he was, so he didn’t remember until he’d dragged himself up three flights of stairs (the mansion and cave were cool, and he was the last person to deny that, but did there have to be so many STAIRS), over the long rug that ran down the hall, and to Batman’s bedroom door.
Connor rubbed one of his eyes with his knuckles, vision blurred with sleep-deprivation as it drifted idly to the carpeted floor. He cracked the door open as he stepped inside. “Hey, B, could you please check on something for me, I don’t know if –“
Connor’s gaze lifted to the queen’s bed in the middle of the room and he froze. Curled up together on the bed was Batman, Catwoman’s face half-nuzzled into his neck and Batman’s hand resting on her shoulder.
For a long moment everyone just froze, staring at each other.
“…Connor.” Batman said slowly. “You weren’t supposed to come in here.”
Connor blinked. Warm embarrassment overheated his neck. “…I wasn’t?”
“No.” Batman said. “I told you. Two hours ago.”
“…You did?”
“Yes.”
Connor blinked. Exhaustion fogged his memory of anything from the last few days. “…Oh.”
“…Is it an emergency?”
“…No.”
Another long, awkward moment. Connor’s spine squirmed like even his vertebrae wanted nothing more than to hide in the abysmal darkness of the Batcave’s pit forever.
Okay, but. Was he that sleep-deprived?
“Is that Catwoman?”
Catwoman smirked, an eyebrow raising in what looked like a mix of amusement and sympathy. “You didn’t know?”
Connor grunted softly and rubbed his eyes again, trying to blink the blurs and shadows flickering at the corner of his vision away. “Do I…want to?”
Batman cleared his throat, and if Connor didn’t know any better he’d say the way he rubbed the back of his neck and face turned a little pink was almost embarrassed. “Why don’t you get some sleep, kid? We can talk about this tomorrow.”
Connor rubbed his face again. He almost brought up the fact he was there for something. It was probably safer if he took the out. “Um. Okay. I guess.” He stepped back. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Batman called as Connor closed the door.
“Maybe I do need sleep,” Connor mumbled as he trailed his way back down the hall. “Think ‘m hallucinating Catwoman.”