[ Wow, Bruce. He's not you?? Though he'd probably be up starving — he will be up starving first thing in the morning the second he's able to wake himself up, so. Prepare yourself for that and the appetite that comes with a speedster on a practically empty stomach. Sorry about that, Alfred.

Which, speaking of.

Leaning in with a squint, the face he makes when reading the screen is one which is very much oh shit with how his lips are pulled and he flicks his gaze up to Bruce for a moment before he just... huffs a laugh and groans then, hand running down his face before he just waves it around. It is what it is after all. The mention of a shower, however, gets him to hum with a little smile on his lips, squirming a bit there on the couch before he goes to pull himself up. ]

I... would love that, yes. Getting to see what sort of luxurious soaps and things Bruce Wayne has in his shower.

[ Leaning into the man, he bumps his shoulder against Bruce's with a playful smile on his lips before he chuckles some. ]

Kidding. But it's probably nicer than anything I have. I don't even know what I have actually. Probably Axe or something.

[ Things he could find out in a couple seconds but that would require having to zip in and out of here and, quite frankly, he just wants to stay. At least for as long as he's able to. So, with a puff of his cheeks and... tucking himself in there a bit, he pushes himself up and stretches his arms out, hen in front of him, fingers laced tight as he cracks them. ]

Are you — I mean. Will you be joining me?