He's not wrong, though. After a night of fighting crime she tends to sleep all day the next day, but tonight she's making up for a week of overtime. Tim had dislocated his shoulder and it left her and Dick to pick up the slack, but finally, with him recovered, she gets an entire day and night off. How did she celebrate?

Just like this, passed out in bed with the covers up to her chin, snuggled up and warm and content, until she hears that familiar voice and the room gets just a touch colder. She smiles, eyes still closed, and reaches a hand out to cover his mouth.

"Shh," she tells him. "Having good dreams. Beating you in snowball fight..."