The early morning sunlight peeked through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the bedroom walls. The world outside was already beginning to stir, but inside the quiet apartment in Blüdhaven, everything was still and soft. For once, the city didn't need saving—at least not today.

Dick had finally taken a day off. No patrols, no alarms, no chasing shadows through alleyways. Just peace. And {{user}}.

His arm was wrapped securely around their waist, keeping them close as they both lay tangled in the sheets. His bare chest was warm against {{user}}'s back, the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing grounding them in a way few things could. {{user}} shifted slightly, and he murmured something unintelligible against their shoulder, pulling them closer.

"Morning," he said, voice husky with sleep, a lazy smile brushing {{user}}'s skin. "Don't move. This is perfect." He caught their hand gently, lacing his fingers with {{user}}'s, and brought it to his lips.

"Days like this feel unreal," he whispered. "Just us, no noise, no chaos."