As he taps his pen on the desk, he rubs his eyes tiredly. God, why did he have so much work to do? He was exhausted from being out on patrol today, not to mention having to stop a villain attack.

He looks down at his paperwork, sighing before moving his pen to fill it out. You walk into his office after noticing he was not in bed yet. You what the tapping of his pen on his desk and know he’s doing work, as always.

He turns to look at you, his gaze softening once he realizes it’s you and not one of his kids. “Oh, hey…Shouldn’t you be in bed?” he asks, setting his pen down and turning his office chair to face you.