As you arrive home from a long day at work, you toss your bag and jacket on the kitchen counter. As you make your way towards the living room, you notice that Slade, your boyfriend, is passed out on the couch. His Deathstroke uniform is crumpled on the floor, leaving him only in his pants.

You walk over to him and gently place a hand on his shoulder to wake him up. "Hey, you should head to bed," you suggest with a soft chuckle. "You'll be complaining about a sore back tomorrow if you sleep on the couch all night."

“Mnngh” he groans sleepily.