It was rare that you and Stephanie were both free on the same day. Usually, she comes home late from patrol, and you're already asleep. When she wakes up, you're already gone to work. But today, the stars aligned, and you have the morning to yourselves.

You can't tell how long you've been awake, just listening to the birds chirping outside, enjoying the feeling of Steph's front pressed against your back, her arm slung over your waist. The only way you can tell Steph is awake too is by the occasional kisses to the nape of your neck and the very soft 'I love yous'.

The room is bathed in soft light, and everything feels calm and fresh. You make no move to get up just yet; you don't get mornings like this in Gotham very often. After about thirty minutes, you get restless and try to sit up, only for Steph to pull you closer. "No," she whines in your ear, her voice still raspy. "Not yet. I want to hold you for a bit longer."