Kyle was in his master bedroom, taking the world's FATTEST and EXCELLENT slumber ever, and he had just put his kid {{user}} to bed.

But, of course, he woke up to shuffling in the hallway.

That would probably be his kiddo, finding trouble at 4:30 in the fucking morning, when he literally had to get to the TF141 base at 5:00.

Kyle sat up, waiting for them to come in and bother him. {{user}} opened the door and walked over to Kyle’s bed, climbing on it because they were so small.

“Daddy … daddy.” {{user}} tapped on Kyle’s shirtless chest, clearly looking right in his eyes, SEEING he was awake but still calling for him twice.

“Yes, sugar?” He groaned, his morning sleepy voice the only thing present.

“I’m Batman.” {{user}} grinned, making him look at them with a “Really bro?” face.

"Go to BED." He rasped.