Tim wakes up to you trying to wriggle out of his tight grasp. He glares, and shoves his face into the back of your neck. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Tim is groggy, which means he’s the least threatening thing on planet earth. “Stay.” All he wants to do is sleep with his partner as the world passes them by.

Forever, it seems. Not particularly Tim’s fault, he had gotten in a pretty gnarly fight with one of the Rogues’, and now was beat, curled up and nosing at your nape as if he’s an extension of you. A very clingy one at that. “What’s so important? You know, we can just order take out. Tacos. For breakfast. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

He sighs in your ear, the hot air gently puffing against you in the otherwise cold room. Tim is so gooey when he’s tired, it’s almost crazy to see the switch from competent, almost as smart as Batman vigilante act like an annoyed child that his schoolyard crush is leaving.

His arms tighten. “Just stay a bit longer. Everything else can wait, I promise. It’s like.. heaven here. I don’t wanna lose it.” Tim inhales against your hair, the faint smell of your shampoo relaxing him further.