ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ.

39.

A couple of months have passed, and I still bring justice for the people of Gotham. After numerous attempts from Penguin to take over the city, it didn't work with the plan as long as I was alive. I had to destroy the small factories by selling drops and bring peace for my people to trust me. James would light the signal here and then, and sometimes I would appear in the shadows dealing with crimes myself. Alfred has been helping along when I needed it, and Daisy helped heal my wounds at times. Going to the hospital is risky for someone like me, so I had to accept the pain and leave another scar, another memory.

My father's legacy has been brought back up. I figured it was time to help the city out; I simply made a new foundation under my father's name, The Wayne Foundation, with the rest of the money he left from the hospital. The manor was under my name for ages, but I knew it was time to help the city again.

Daisy, on the other hand, is happy, genuinely happy. She already understood that I'm Batman, but sometimes she had episodes. She still couldn't grasp it, and sometimes I wouldn't be home to help her. Alfred told me she would cry at times, and he had to comfort her because he wasn't sure what to do. Things didn't worsen between us, but I knew it would be not easy. However, as I said before, she's happy. I do my best to satisfy her, and sometimes she does the same, perhaps more than I did at times. But I make her happy; I try to, at least.

7:03 AM. Time is ticking as I shut the door behind me, another day being late. I figured Daisy was sleeping as well as Alfred, so I walked my way upstairs with my batsuit on still. The door is still open the way I left it. Daisy must've been sleeping the entire time without waking up in the middle of the night. I shut the door behind me quietly till I remove my gears and the rest of my suit. I left it on the counter and instantly grabbed onto my sweatpants, putting them on. Surely enough, I remove the black eye makeup around my eyes; I tend to forget every time. My body is numb from last night, but nothing I could complain about. I know Daisy will be worried once she sees the bruises and scars that are left on my back.

I slide between her cuddling the blanket, slowly pushing her towards me as I fold my arms around her. I could feel her arms wrapping around me, and I groaned a little, waking her up.

Daisy slowly opens her eyelids, peeking at me with her small eyes. "What's wrong?"

She knows I didn't sleep in the bed with her for the entire night, based on the fact my cheat is cold, and so is my whole body. The heat benefit of the blanket is enough to warm me up, so it's very evident I wasn't here.

I told her to be quiet and lay back down, caressing her cheek softly. "Shh, go to bed."

She shakes her head slowly, still waking up. "No," Daisy mumbles, grabbing onto my arm gently.

"Daisy, go to sleep. I'm okay." I said quietly, trailing my eyes at her.

This time her eyes open entirely, slowly sits up. "Let me see."

"Daisy..." I trail off, flaring through my nostril.

"Let me see." Daisy repeats her sentence, almost sounds demanding.

I shrugged a little in frustration, but I had no choice. I remove the blanket and reveal the dark wounds around my body; multiple scars ripped onto my chest. I watch her facial expression change, her eyebrows raising worryingly. Daisy slowly placed her hand on my chest, and I couldn't help but stare at her hand for a second.

"Who did this?.." she asked, her tone completely changing.

I trail my eyes back to hers. "Not this again, Daisy." I rest my head on the pillow, shutting my eyes in irritation.

"No, no, no, no-no," Daisy says quickly, almost demandingly. "You have to tell me."

"What difference does it make?" I said instantly, opening my eyes as I immediately faced her.