"Uuuuuuugh," Felix groaned in response, putting the second pillow he'd brought from his own room and tugging it over his head. He didn't even know how long he'd been down there, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. He'd raided his own uninfested bedroom and bathroom before journeying down, bringing whatever would be useful down and shoving it into his storage space, preparing to be down there for a few days if need be.
After marinating for a few seconds he flopped back to life, pulling himself into and upright position and draping his blanket from upstairs over his bedhead like a shawl. Clem was tucked under one arm, and he paddled barefoot into the kitchen area of the batcave for a cup of coffee and the unopened bag of traditional chex mix he'd brought down on one of his food restocking trips a couple days earlier.
"Morning, dear," he muttered as he flopped down beside her and got himself comfortable. He cracked open the bag and offered it to her first. "I call dibs on the rye chips."