Learning to Love Slowly

Gotham Mornings and Daydreaming

Sometimes, mornings in Gotham were beautiful. In a city that was constantly run by ugly nights, it was welcomed. When the sun rose just above the tallest building in the city, illuminating the few, hidden beauties, there was a moment of quiet. During the best hours of the morning, most people would be at work, leaving the birds to have their songs echoing in the parks and against the tallest buildings. The city also seemed greener since the sun hit trees lining the streets or in the parks just right, and everyone seemed happier. It was for a few hours that the people of Gotham, who had been so used to loud nights, could be reminded that there was actually a bit of peace in the world.

One morning, when Jason had actually gotten enough sleep to be up at a normal hour, he went to you. You were in the middle of making coffee when he arrived, still trying to shake the sleep from you, and handed him a mug before telling him to follow you to your room. Jason sat as he watched you open the curtain, letting the sunlight pour in, before taking your seat next to him. As he took a sip of the coffee, he noticed it smelled sweet, like most things you liked.

"You slept well?" You asked in almost a whisper despite being just the two of you.

"Yeah." He had, that wasn't a lie, but Jason also left out the part that was after spending most of the night thinking about you.

Laying back against the pillows, you watched as far as you could outside your open window. The only thing you could see from where you sat was the windows of the apartments across the street. The people you could see, leaned out onto their fire escapes for an early morning smoke or to drink their coffee. Others ran by their windows getting ready for the day.

"Is this how you spend most of your mornings? Staring?" Jason asked.

You spoke softly, still. For a moment Jason wondered if this was how you sounded every morning. "Yeah. I'm more daydreaming than watching."

Jason hummed, watching for a moment longer before finding your hand to hold it. You broke your eye contact with the windows to look at him.

"Honeybee," You said sweetly. "Your hands are cold."

Somehow, for some reason, the rest of Jason was warm, but his hands were always cold. Jason flexed his fingers, before relaxing them against your hand again. "Cold heart, I guess."

You weren't amused by the joke and rolled your eyes instead of saying anything. Yawning, you set your mug down onto the nightstand before rolling over onto your side, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours.

"Lay down with me?"

Jason looked at the mug in his hand, thinking of how he would answer. Did he want to? Yes, but the nagging way in the back of his mind didn't want him to. Chewing on his bottom lip, he decided to ignore the voices in the back and got comfortable next to you. Jason laid a good half arm's length away from you, on his back so he wouldn't have to stare into your eyes. He wasn't sure how long he could last under your gaze before melting. When he felt your hand, still wrapped in his, move onto his chest his heart fluttered instead of tightened.

"What are you doing today?" He whispered.

You scooted a bit closer and Jason didn't mind. "I have work at noon, but, luckily, it's a short shift. To make up for some lost hours."

"Hm, then, I can take you out for breakfast, if you want."

When Jason looked over at you, in the sunlight coming through the window, he could see you blush just a bit. He brought up a hand to brush against your hair and you grinned.

"Breakfast sounds great right now."

Maybe Jason could wake up at normal morning hours more often.