ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ.

38.

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Warning:
Contains graphic sex.
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31 December 2022. Time has been going pretty fast since the incident with Tom and the rest, around October and November. Things started to settle in Gotham, but there was still a lot of work. I have been hiding in the shadows the entire month, getting rid of what I could get rid of. On the other hand, I still work with James Gordon; he makes sure to light the signal up if something important needs to be done or bring fear into people's hearts.

Daisy, on the other hand, moved into the manor. Alfred bonded well with her, and she became part of our life. However, I could tell it bothers her when I'm gone for hours, yet she wouldn't say anything about it. Daisy is worried if I'll come back alive or not. Alfred already adapted to my consequences a long time ago, but it didn't make it better.

Now that New Year is in the corner, anything could happen. The city doesn't stop; it just simply continues.

I open my eyelids from feeling the sun shining through me, groaning from irritation. I still have a problem with letting the curtains off when I wake up, but Daisy insisted I needed a little brightness in my room. I turned around and threw my hand on the other side of the bed, but I couldn't see Daisy. Her tiny footsteps appear from the doorway with a smile on her face. Her hair is a little messy as she wears a long t-shirt, more than likely, it's mine.

"Good morning." She said softly, and I couldn't help but smile at her beauty.

"How did you sleep?" I asked, arching myself back up.

"Good." She said softly, inching closer to me.

Daisy decides to sit on me with both of her legs crossing mine, and I instantly wrap my arms around her tiny form, squeezing her closer. Her eyes trail down to mine as I rest my chin against her the middle of her chest.

"I'm glad to hear that." I rasp.

She didn't say much but folded her hand through my hair, gently stroking it. "Are you hungry?"

"For you?" I said jokingly, but she slapped my shoulder. I chuckle at her reaction, kissing her cheek gently.

"You are something else." She said, rolling her eyes at me. But I simply arch my eyebrow and lean backward, resting my arms behind me on the bed.

"You are simply just scared."

"I'm not scared of sex." She scoffs, but I could tell her nervousness, which made me smile a little.

"I think you are."

"You probably a softy."

"A what now?" I said, squeezing my eyes at her until she let out a small laugh.

"Someone who fucks gently, or in other words, doesn't know what they are doing." She grins before trailing her hand through my hair again.

"I love the commitment you have to doubt my skills."

"Sex isn't a skill." She protests, but I simply scoff at her.

"You want to test that theory?" I rasp. Daisy immediately raises herself from sitting on my lap, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck.

"Breakfast sounds lovely right now." She said with nervousness in her tone until she sped off from the room. I laugh a little.

Daisy and I haven't had sex. It's not something I'm worried or thinking about, but I notice the small comments she would say at times. Sometimes I feel like she wants me to take control and simply do it, and then other times, she must be joking. The thing is, I do know how to take control over everything, but I can get a little possessive at times, and Daisy is fragile to me. I don't want to cross that line if she is not ready yet. I am not dating her for the injunction of pleasure; I can control myself very well. I'm dating her because I never felt like this before. I never thought I could fall in love or manage to be in love.