“It’s so early, please stop.”
Clark sighed loudly. "You're cranky," the Kryptonian pointed out. "All this night work has your internal clock all messed up." He moved deeper into Bruce's immense bedroom, opening the curtains to let the early morning's sun rays in. "It's a beautiful day, Bruce!" Clark said with a large, blissful smile as he took in the view. "Alfred is already working on the breakfast," he informed his friend. "It smells like freshly brewed coffee, the day is beautiful and it is already nine in the morning." He moved to the bedside. "Get up... Bruce, get up!" He insisted before a small lamp crashed against his chest and busted into pieces at his feet. Clark arched an eyebrow. "Really, Bruce?" He questioned with a chuckle. "Get up!"








