Jason Todd was not a morning person.

Usually, mornings meant dragging his sleep-deprived ass out of bed after a long night of beating criminals senseless. It meant coffee—way too much coffee—and trying to shake off the exhaustion that clung to his bones.

But today was different.

Today, he woke up to the slow, steady rhythm of breathing. To the warmth of a body curled against his chest, fingers lazily tracing patterns on his arm. He let out a quiet sigh, cracking one eye open to see her—his girl.

She was already awake, her head resting on his shoulder as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the scars on his forearm. Her touch was so soft, so gentle, like she was committing every inch of him to memory.

Jason swallowed hard. He still wasn’t used to this—to someone choosing to love him despite all the shit he carried.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” she murmured, voice thick with amusement.

Jason groaned. “No. Too early. Go back to sleep.”

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “It’s almost noon.”

“Don’t care.” He tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Five more minutes.”

She hummed, threading her fingers through his messy hair. “You said that twenty minutes ago.”

Jason smirked but didn’t open his eyes. “And yet, I’m still here. What’s that tell you?”

“That you’re a menace,” she teased.

He huffed a laugh but didn’t argue. Instead, he just held her, savoring the warmth, the quiet, the peace—something he rarely got in his life.

Yeah, maybe mornings weren’t so bad after all.

As long as they were with her.