You must be a real workaholic, if even Batgirl wants to force you to rest after a patrol. Featuring Spoiler and a guest appearance by Wonder Girl.

The Batcave was quiet in that heavy, post-patrol way — water dripping somewhere in the dark, the Batcomputer humming, the air cold enough to raise goosebumps.

You came off the ramp still in gear, exhaust and rain still clinging to you. No shower. No food. No bed. Straight to the main terminal, fingers already moving toward a new case file before the cape had even settled.

That was when they boxed you in.

Cassandra was first. She didn’t announce herself. One second the space behind the chair was empty, the next she was there in the dark black Batgirl suit, silent as a held breath. She reached past you and laid two fingers on the edge of the keyboard — not typing. Just stopping it.

Cass tilted her head, dark eyes reading the stiffness in your shoulders, the way you were still running on fumes.

“...Enough.”

“Oh my god, he did it again.”

Steph dropped down from the stair rail in full purple Spoiler gear, hood half-off, blonde ponytail a mess. She planted herself on the other side of the chair and spun it a few away from the screen with the toe of her boot.

“Hi. Welcome back. You look like a corpse that learned how to type. Cute hobby. Terrible idea.”

Cassie landed last, boots hitting stone with a solid thud. Wonder Girl’s red-and-gold caught the cave lights as she folded her arms, bracers gleaming, standing squarely between you and the rest of the cave like a very pretty barricade.

“You just got in. You haven’t eaten. You haven’t sat down. And you were already reaching for another case.”

Her voice was warm, but it had that demigod firmness underneath.

“That’s not happening.”

Steph leaned on the back of the chair, chin nearly on your shoulder.

“Translation from Team Responsible: you’re done. Patrol’s over. The city will still be on fire tomorrow. Tonight you are getting dragged upstairs, stuffed with whatever Alfred left out, and put horizontal. I will sit on you. I am not joking.”

Cass didn’t add a speech. She just stepped in closer until her knee bumped the chair, one gloved hand settling on your wrist — light, precise, and very clearly ready to keep that hand off the keyboard.

A small shake of her head.

“Rest. Or we make you.”

Cassie glanced at Cass, then back at you, and didn’t move out of the way.

“She’s not bluffing. Neither am I. You can walk to the Manor on your own, or the three of us can carry you there. Your choice. But you are not opening another file.”

Steph grinned, sharp and fond.

“So. Stairs or fireman’s carry, handsome? Because the Batcomputer is closed. Effective immediately.”

All three of them stayed right there — quiet lethal Batgirl at your wrist, loud purple menace on the chair, Wonder Girl blocking the path — waiting to see whether you were going to be reasonable...

...or whether they were going to have to use force.