The cupboard is empty, barren, desolate, void.

Tim knows he had coffee beans in here earlier during his multi-day, all-nighter, but now, seventy-three hours in, the beans have gone missing and Tim thinks he’s going to cry.

Dick finds him laying on the floor, muttering about unsolvable mysteries and thinks it’s a good thing Alfred decided to cut him off the coffee, at least until Tim takes a rest.