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Noon was fast approaching as Bruce and Jess sat by the fireplace in silence. It had been a couple of hours since Jess's breakdown, and neither had said a word to one another. The crackling of the fireplace was their only solace. "I, um..." Bruce started. "Had Alfred call your parents." He messed with a loose thread on his pants. "They said they'll be in Gotham by tomorrow."

"Thank you," Jess spoke timidly. "You know, a part of me can't grasp one thing."

Bruce furrowed his brows. "What is that?"

"How you live in a gothic church." She joked, stirring a weak chuckle from her chest. Bruce followed her example, showing a smile that graced his features.

He looked around her room to take in every nook and cranny. "I'm not much of a fan of it either." He turned his gaze back over to her with a soft look. Jess scooted closer to his side, wrapping her blanket further around her shoulders.

"I always wanted to live in Sydney's house from Scream." Jess smiled. "Have you seen it?"

A sheepish smile replaced the sweet one he had. "No."

Jess leaned away from him with a loud gasp. "You've never seen the greatest slasher film of all time?"

"I don't watch many movies." Bruce shrugged.

"Grab your laptop. We're watching it." Jess ordered, getting up to grab some pillows from the bed. She looked back at Bruce, who was dumbstruck. "Now, let's go! Chop, chop Wayne!" Bruce scrambled to his feet and to his room to grab his laptop. Jess plopped some of the pillows on the floor, following the blankets to make a den of warmth.

A few minutes later, Bruce reappeared with his laptop in hand. He settled in beside her as she typed Netflix into the search bar. The duo was utterly mesmerized by the small screen resting on a small decorative pillow as time went on. They had reached the part of the movie where Randy explained the rules of any horror movie.

Number one: You may not survive the movie if you have sex.

Number two: You may not survive the movie if you drink or do drugs.

Number three: You may not survive the movie if you say, "I'll be right back", "Hello?" or "Who's there?"

Jess has lived by those rules her entire career. She supposed it's why she's survived as long as she has, because everyone knows, being a cop means you've picked your genre, the horror category.

Pulling her blanket further around her, she finally spoke. "It's true," Jess stated, eyes never leaving the screen. "Having sex in a horror movie gets you killed almost instantly. I live by those rules."

Bruce paused the movie with a raised brow. "Oh really?"

She turned her head, her green eyes looking into his blue ones. "Yeah," She pointed to the laptop. "Randy stated it right there, the virgin always survives."