Doug had fallen asleep, and deeply, enjoying the best rest he'd had in a while. So when the light turned on, he initially covered his head under the pillow, and then turned, eyes squinting. Why is she here again?
Slipping out of bed quietly, his bare feet touching the smooth, solid wood flooring that had to be only a couple of years old, he moved toward the light, his eyes squinting and making out a feminine form. "Batgirl," he said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "What are you..." It was bare. It felt different. Taller, smoother, and accompanied with a different smell.