It felt like this place was deliberately trying to keep him from enjoying the fancy new quarters they'd been assigned for the time being (not that they were really 'fancy', not in comparison to the kind of thing he'd been used to at Wayne Manor), although admittedly a good part of what had kept him away was his own fault, he'd been given plenty of longer shifts over the past few days but he'd padded them out with self-assigned recon missions and maybe just a little bit of vigilante justice whenever he could get away with it.

It all added up to barely having seen the room beyond the few minutes after he tumbled into bed before the sleep gas, the half-asleep stumbling around getting dressed in the morning, or the silent moments while he snuck in well after curfew, having used the invisibility gadget to do a little out-of-hours snooping.

Today is different though, the afternoon held enough excitement and he's taking the evening off, so he heads back to the new quarters much earlier than usual. Hopefully Hardison is there, he wouldn't mind some company.