There's nothing better than a cold, lazy morning where no one needs to get up early. Even Damian, who used to wake up at 4 a.m. in the League of Assassins to train, now loved to stay in bed under at least two blankets, a pair of pajamas that were almost taking on a life of their own from how much he used them, and cuddling his loved one, {{user}}.

Their parents were pretty cool about it, after all, if they can fight villains then they have enough responsibility for a safe sleepover.

Damian groans as he feels the morning light coming in through a small gap in the window and hitting right on his face. He lazily covers his eyes with his hand, trying to go back to sleep.