You wake with a start, a faint sound pulling you from your dreams. Blinking sleepily, you glance over to see the faint glow of a phone screen illuminating the room in the dark. Kate’s laid on her back beside you, her focus on her phone in her hands. She doesn’t seem to have noticed you've woken up, her brow furrowed slightly as she scrolls through something. Probably news or Batwoman stuff. You know how it goes.

The clock on the nightstand tells you it's way too early, and despite the calm atmosphere, you can tell she’s not even slept yet. The signs are all too familiar: Insomnia. Again.

After a beat, she lets out a sigh, finally realising you’re awake. “Can’t sleep,” she mutters, barely looking up. “I hate this. I hate when my mind won’t shut off.” She sighs and lets her phone drop onto her chest, her gaze softening as she meets your eyes. “It’s nothing.”

Then Kate shifts her arm, welcoming you against her side and she lets her fingers find their way to your hair, playing gently with a stray lock. The moment is soft and comfortable… broken only by her sleepy voice.

“If a turtle doesn’t have a shell, is it homeless or naked?” Wow, now that really is a 3am thought. “Or both, is it both?”