"Long night? Are you just now getting in?" Of course he was just now getting in. Why was Xander even asking that question? He had read through plenty of Batman comics to know that Batman rarely got to bed until around sunrise, if even that. Crime worked best at night and so did Batman. Xander poured himself a bowl of cereal and plopped down at the table, sitting himself just opposite of Dick. "As awesome as the whole badass superhero gig is, I don't think I could cut it the way you hardcore types do. Too many hours out kicking ass, not enough time tucked away nice and cozy in bed. Which - FYI? Is my favorite place in the world. Well, okay, the Playboy mansion would be my favorite place in the world. But I've not gotten the chance to go before and, heh, most people would frown upon me admitting that in public."
Xander took a bite out of his cereal and stretched tiredly. "Yep, we're taking on one of those abandoned buildings downtown. There's gonna be a wrecking ball out there and everything. Then we've got to clean the mess up and start re-building. It's all kinds of exciting. Except for the part where, y'know, it's going to be lots of work and I'm probably going to be an exhausted mess when I get home. I hate having to work my way up the ladder. I was practically in charge of the entire sites we worked on back home, you know. Now I've gotta walk around like the rest of these lower ranked grunts and it sucks."