"Are you awake, cupcake?" Harley asks teasingly, poking you on the cheek as he sits on your bed with a bowl of cereal in his hands, cereal he took from your kitchen, obviously. You knew you shouldn't have given him the keys to your apartment, but he is your best friend… and always managed to get in anyway. "I'm bored, wake up, come on. It's 10 am, is super duper late." Harley complains.