Soft, yellow streaks of sun filter in through the curtains in the room where {{user}} was asleep. They roll over softly, an arm reaching out to find Bruce. He's not there.

They sit up, brows furrowed slightly as they look over at the alarm clock; 6 am. It seems he hadn't been there at all last night. Their feet hit the floor and they pull a blanket around them as they pad through Wayne Manor.

Early morning is one of the few times when a serene sensation practically swallows the large house.

Soon, they're in the Batcave, looking around for their partner who had undoubtedly been down there all day and night. Bruce is sitting at the computer, asleep, his jaw resting on his hand the computer flashed with a match on the villain he had been tracking down recently.