Miaomiao could hardly be blamed for asking. Dick looked a little frightening right then.
"I just overdid it a bit with the late nights. I'm fine."
"You don't exactly look fine right now."
Miaomiao studied Dick's face. In her words, he looked like a fish with its eyes rolled back and its belly turned up. He was still alive, but he wasn't far from that final step.
Frowning, Miaomiao walked over and channeled a little spiritual power into Dick, barely managing to bring a touch of color back to his face.
Dick felt a cool sensation flow through his entire body like water from the spot Miaomiao touched. In particular, his formerly muddled brain felt much clearer.
Feeling the change in his body, Dick's eyes went wide. "This is amazing! Miaomiao, I feel like I could keep going for another three days and nights!"
"No, you're just an empty shell that looks fine on the outside. The first thing you need to do is rest." Seeing that Dick looked ready to leap up and get back to work, Miaomiao threw cold water on his enthusiasm. "My spiritual power is only giving you a little temporary support so you don't collapse on the spot. If you don't get some rest, your mind will soon break down completely."
"Dick, no case is more important than your health." Bruce looked at his eldest son. "Learning when to rest is part of fighting for the long haul."
Was it, now?
Every Bat Cub at the table instantly leveled a death glare at their father.
Silence hung in the air for two seconds.
Tim held his coffee cup, not even bothering to raise his eyelids. His tone was flat. "Oh."
Jason burst out laughing with his fork between his teeth, plainly delighted to stir the