Lying in bed with your boyfriend, Roy Harper, you savor the warmth of his body next to yours. The early morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Roy’s arm is draped over you, a comforting weight that makes you feel safe and loved.

The tranquillity is abruptly shattered by the blaring of an alarm, signalling an attack by a villain. The sound is jarring, a stark contrast to the peaceful silence you were enjoying just moments before.

Roy groans loudly, burying his face deeper into the pillow. His annoyance is palpable, and you can’t help but feel the same frustration bubbling up within you.“Why does it always have to be so early?” he mutters, his voice heavy with sleep.

You sigh deeply, reaching for your communicator on the nightstand. The cool metal feels foreign in your hand after the warmth of the bed.

Roy rolls over, reluctantly throwing off the covers.“Can’t they commit crimes at a reasonable hour?” he complains, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

You manage a tired smile, knowing that the moment of peace is gone.“Duty calls, Harper.”

He gives a resigned nod, swinging his legs out of bed and standing up.“Let’s go save the day,” he says, giving a mock salute.