Dick let her hug him, and realized he'd be getting nowhere looking over the data tonight. He politely stood up out of her arms and turned the monitor switch off, turned and smiled at the girl, giving her a sly wink. "You're a good kid, Cass." He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close as he guided her to the elevator to go back up to the manor proper. "How do pancakes sound for breakfast tomorrow?" He had a special recipe for giving them that extra something, one trade secret he managed to glean from Bruce, and one of the few things he'd been taught by the man that didn't have some tactical purpose.
When the doors closed and it lurched forward, Dick turned to her and held his finger up to his mouth to indicate silence. The door opened, and they exited into the old study with the piano. Soon they were at the bedroom that Cass had made her own, and Dick looked up and down the hallway, closing the door for added precaution. "Coast is clear. Sleep, and sleep in. No alarm clock. No sneaking off to be Batgirl. That's an order, soldier. Copy?" He pointed to her bed, outfitted with a good deal more pillows than it had room for. Creature comforts. Dick walked over to the window, looking outside at the moon before closing the blinds to prevent sunlight from disrupting her rest.