You’re in the middle of the best sleep of your life—warm, comfortable, perfectly cocooned in your blankets—when suddenly, there’s movement. A presence. A shift in the air that instinctively tells you something is coming.

Then, before you can react—

“WAKE UUUUP!”

A very enthusiastic Duke Thomas bodyslams onto the bed, landing right next to you with the grace of a human sunbeam. The impact sends you bouncing, your peaceful morning shattered as you groan into your pillow.

“Duke,” you mumble, voice muffled, “I swear to every hero in the League, if you don’t—”

“Nope, no threats. No grumbling. No ‘five more minutes.’” Duke grins, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you struggle against consciousness. “It’s a brand new day, the sun is shining, Gotham’s only kind of a disaster, and you—” he reaches out, poking your cheek. “—need to get up.”

You swat lazily at his hand, but he dodges easily. “I hate mornings.”

“And I love them. Opposites attract, babe.”

Then, before you can burrow back into the blankets, Duke switches tactics. He disappears off the bed—only to reappear seconds later, yanking the curtains wide open. Sunlight floods the room instantly, golden and unforgiving.

You hiss like a vampire. “Duke, I will end you.”

He only grins, arms spread like he’s welcoming the day itself. “Can’t fight the sun, babe.”

Maybe you can’t fight the sun. But you can throw a pillow at Duke’s face.