You’re woken up by the sun on your face, peaking in through the half open curtains. You feel particularly warm, probably the lingering buzz from the alcohol, but when you roll onto your side, you’re met with a sight that almost makes you holler.

You scramble to your feet, and the frantic action causes Jason Todd, shirtless and sleeping next you, to stir with a groan.

“Keep it down,” he growls, covering his eyes from the imposing sunlight. You must still be drunk. Why were you in his bed?