Winter was coming. (Y/N) looked out the window in a pair of Arthur's boxers and one of his T-shirts, mesmerized by the sight of Gotham. Several streets were filled with cars, she could almost hear the taxi driver complaining and felt him banging his hand on the steering wheel. With a cup of hot chocolate, that Arthur made for her this morning, in hand, her eyes wandered further around the city. Gotham seemed so small, yet so big. They were on one of the higher floors of the building after all.
Christmas lights caught her attention. There was a little playground that was already decorated in christmas themed things. (Y/N) looked at it in awe. Small children ran around, stuffed with multiple layers of clothes to protect them from the cold air. Playing and letting out their energy, the little children went off to attack the attractions on the playground. The parents were chatting, sitting on a bench nearby. A smile formed on (Y/N)'s Face. The essence of youth pleased her, and she almost felt a sting of sadness, when she realized that these kids would eventually grow up and lose the naive side of them. But that is far away. She gave them a last look before she faded away. Maybe Gotham wasn't so bad after all.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Arthur rested his head on her back. Her Hands gently stroked down his arms, to show him that she noticed him.
"Hi Athrur."
Arthur didn't answer, but only tightened his grip around her. This worried (Y/N). He has been acting very strange the all morning long. He didn't talk much and seemed deep in thought. This behaviour was very unlike him, and (Y/N) wanted to help him, badly. So she just straight up told him.
"You know, that I am always here for you, right? You can always talk to me. Don't forget that, ever."
She heard him Chuckle in her back.
"I know, dear.", he answered, and even though it was muffled, she understood him.
"Soooooo...?", (Y/N) tried to encourage him to open up.
"It is very silly though.", Arthur answered, and (Y/N) took that as a success. Now he just needed to go into detail.
"I like silly.", she responded, not trying to actively pushing him to open up. If he didn't want to talk about it, she just had to accept it.
"Well, I don't really know how to start this. But...", he stopped and exhaled in frustration. There was a chuckle again, and it turned louder, more aggressive. (Y/N) quickly set her mug to the sill and grabbed both of his hands to prevent him from having an attack, and to prevent him from tightening his grip so far, that she couldn't breather anymore. But it didn't help. He sunk to his knees, slid off of her body and fell to the ground.
With a loud thump, he collapsed to the ground and let out loud and forced laughs. His smile was wide-opened and tears welled up his eyes. As he laid on his back, he picked his fists to the ground. He was almost at the edge of losing control, if it wasn't for (Y/N).
Her warm hands on his bare chest were a literal lifesaver for him. It felt like the warmth spread from her hands to his whole body, trying to relax his cramped up muscles. And it worked. His laughter weakened and his heartbeat slowed.
"It's okay, Arthur. I am here. With you."
And suddenly, Arthur started crying. Loud sobs filled the room and Arthur let out all of the things that went on in his mind. How his conditioned ruled over him. How he was so selfish the night before. How he wasn't good enough. He started overthinking again, and it hurt him. A lot.
(Y/N) rested her for head on his and stroked his hair with her hands. Her fingers gently played with his hair as she suddenly started to remember something. Her music box. The melody.
