It’s about 2 in the morning and you’re on your third season of Love Island. You’ve got some comfortable pajama pants on a a giant glass of Diet Coke with a bag of chips nestled in your lap. A nice late night while your parents are off handling some big League issue. Something about an attack involving Lex Luthor? Whatever, you didn’t ask questions. They put Jon to be so you were all alone for the night. Or at least you thought so.

You look up as your door creaks open and see your brother Jon standing shyly at your door. The usually energetic boy now quiet and downtrodden, clutching a blanket in your doorway.

“{{user}}? I’m sorry. I-I had a nightmare. And Daddy’s not home…” he says softly.