The soft sound of the morning began to filter into the room, seeping through the half-open curtains. The golden sunlight touched the bed, revealing the tranquility that hung in the air. You slowly opened your eyes, feeling the warmth of a body close to yours. The familiar scent of Richard Grayson filled the room, and you realized that you were intertwined, your bodies comfortably nestled together under the blanket.

Dick was still asleep, his face calm, dark hair tousled, and breathing steady. It was rare to see him like this, so relaxed, without the mask of the nighttime vigilante. For a few moments, you just watched, enjoying the peaceful moment by his side. The way his arm was casually draped protectively over your waist made your heart beat a little faster.

Slowly, you began to move, trying to slip out of bed without waking him, but you felt his hand gently tighten around your waist. He mumbled something unintelligible, and with a smile on his face, he slowly opened his eyes. That familiar, caring gaze met yours.

“Good morning, princess. You thought you could escape from me...?” he said in his sleepy voice.