Tim had originally been the one who needed to convince Bruce that he had to get some sleep. Logically, this was something that Bruce knew, and he could feel himself slowing down as he exhausted himself. He just hadn't wanted to admit it. But when a duck had nearly taken off his finger, he'd been forced to admit this wasn't helping anyone.

They met up now, and took resting in pairs, as was the safest way to do it, when trapped in a game where death was the object. But Bruce, as always, was a relatively light sleeper, and when the first firework came screaming over to explode, Tim didn't have to wake him.