The Guild of the Forsaken

CHAPTER 36 - A Dance of Time

Unforgettable - Nat King Cole

October 18th 2024

GOTHAM CITY

The days passed slowly, slower than they ever had before.

Perhaps that would have annoyed Damian once. To feel each minute as it moved soundlessly through his bones. The ever-present ticking of the clock ingraining itself in his brain.

Yet he found the idea comforting, to savour each second as they came and went, leaving fleeting memories in their wake. Memories that Damian hopes to cherish forever. A dance of time teetering on a thin thread that threatens to snap if a second goes unchecked, unacknowledged.

Damian usually enjoyed working fast, getting things done as soon as they became apparent. But now with the pink haired woman by his side who currently is lecturing him on the fabric of his suits, Damian hopes that time waits, that he slows his black diamond chariot and halts the world in order to give them more time together.

With Bridgette he feels less of a need to jump into action every two seconds, while the woman is a vibrant burst of energy, she also carries an ocean of timid waves that wash over Damian calming him indefinitely.

Ever since their 'date' the colours Damian now sees have remained ever vibrant. The hazel of her eyes when it burns into him leaving rivers of heat along his skin; The blazing pink of her hair when it flies around her face in messy tendrils, that have escaped her tight braid; The ivory of her skin that in contrast to his own glows under the pale moonlight that miraculously shines through the thick clouds that line the sky at all hours.

Though they still know flightily little about each other, if you were thinking along the lines of deep truths that ultimately could shatter whatever this unfabricated peace was, they still were aware of so much.

Small truths that many others were not privy to or perhaps never took the time to notice.

Damian knew that Bridgette was not a morning person. And that most often the only way to cheer her up in those frightening times when anything was a weapon in her eyes, was to sit her down with a hot chocolate and braid her hair and brushing through it leisurely. During his time in the league, he had learnt to braid and had never been more thankful for that. Her hair was silky smooth when he ran his fingers through the thick locks making sure to massage her scalp just enough to elicit the soft sighs that made her deflate into his arms.

Bridgette knew that Damian liked listening to classical and jazz music so whenever he walked in she made sure to play his preferred choices over the speakers, noticing when he tapped his foot and nodded along despite his denial of doing so.

Not too long ago she had pulled him up for a dance when the café was empty apart from Reece, Drake, Bridgette and himself. Drake was thankfully wise enough to keep knowledge of Damian's odd behaviour between the two of them for he had his own Barista to hide from the nosy eyes of their family. The two males had chosen not to dance rather they slinked off to the back room and weren't seen again for hours.

FOUR DAYS AGO

"Come on Damian dance with me...please."

Damian chuckles lowly as Bridgette stands before him batting her eyelashes wildly holding her hands in a prayer motion.

The café is empty spare himself, Drake and certain blonde Barista that couldn't look any more like he wanted to eat Drake. Tearing his eyes away from where Reece and Drake have slipped through a door at the back, Damian settles his gaze back on the begging woman.

Soft jazz floats through the small space causing Damian to subconsciously sway his body to the music.

Bridgette stands before him her calf-length floral skirt floating around her legs as she too dances along to the music. The large t-shirt that swallows her figure also sways with her movements.