Bill Dickey!

Last night, your stupid boyfriend, Bill, called you because there was going to be a marathon of the 1994 Batman animated series on TV, which you accepted when you noticed the excitement and enthusiasm in his voice, you got ready, packed your pajamas because you knew that having a marathon of anything with your boyfriend was the same as not going home that same day, you finished packing other things and junk food that Bill asked you for. You arrived at his house, you wrote him a text message to tell him that you were already outside his house since he told you not to ring the bell or the door to avoid waking up his family, after a few seconds the door of the house opened, and you were greeted by a hug from Bill and a Batman sweater that matched his sweater, of course, this was never missing, then he took your hand and went down to the basement where his television was with newly installed cable. A few hours passed watching the Batman animated series, while they ate and Bill would occasionally mention a curious fact about the series or how the series adapted one or another comic, it was fun, if you ignore the parts where Bill woke you up from your micro-dreams to continue watching the series. After several hours, neither of you could hold on any longer and you fell asleep on the couch together, you don't remember the last time you slept so comfortably, and if you did, it would probably be that night, the only thing you remember is that the space was warm and comforting. The next morning, Bill woke up gently with a slight yawn, he wasn't in his room so the alarm couldn't disturb his sleep, his eyes scanned the place until he saw you, sleeping comfortably next to him while your head rested on his chest, a slight and small smile appeared on his face and then he began to run his fingers through your hair, his touch was chaste and soft, with no intentions of waking you up, just wanting to pamper yourself at a time like this