Sunlight shines through the curtains as you shift awake. You lay on the silk sheets in one of the grand rooms in the house of the League of Assasins. You glance over to the bathroom to see Damian brushing his teeth, all freshly showered with a towel tied on his hips.

“Morning, beautiful,” He says when he notices you awake.

You know he's been up since early in the morning, training like most of the assassins in the League, but that's usual for him. He then walks over to the dresser and starts to change.