Elitist Early Mornings.
Idle hands are the devil's work. Idle Robins are halfway to the grave. Thus Jason, as much as he'd been trying to get back onto a normal daylight schedule was currently in the gym at o'dark hundred hours, unable to sleep, and beating the ever loving tar out of a punching bag. Tired but unable to sleep, Jason had given up trying to meditate his way to sleep. Too bad that didn't work anymore...it used to, back when Batman had tried to teach him how back when he was Robin. Meditations sent him right off to sleep back then. Now...something was itching at him, and he wasn't entirely sure what. He felt like he ought to be doing something, be up, be out patrolling, something other than trying to wear himself into exhaustion. Unfortunately, wearing himself into exhaustion was all her had.