Usually, you tell people they are pretty. If you're talking to a man, you would most likely say, that he is attractive or handsome. Pretty would be an exception. These were the rules that society came up with.
But she broke the rules and the physics of modern culture, like she always did. Instead of handsome, attractive or anything in between she called him
"beautiful. You are beutiful, Arthur."
And he felt like a policeman who got bribed by her beauty. He knew, she broke the rules. He knew, that this was out of the ordinary. Yet, he couldn't do anything about it. Couldn't arrest her, couldn't charge her. Could only look at her. And that's exactly what he did.
Even though, he has stared at (Y/N) countless times, he never got tired of it. It felt like he was taking her presence and transforming it into a will...a will to continue existing in this cold world.
Arthur never understood, why people needed to take their clothes off to show love and affection. He didn't need her bare Skin to know, that she loves him (even though, he didn't mind her being naked). It's the little things like the events of tight now, that let him feel like an infant to his mother. Loved, taken care of and being a part of someone's life. That was beautiful.
As the overthinker he was, he wasn't able to answer right away, so he just buried his head in her chest. Her beautiful breasts felt soft, almost pillow-like. He could fall asleep on the spot. The fact that he laid his head right where it was right now could be described as sexual, but he didn't intend that at all. And (Y/N) knew.
So she stroked his fuzzy hair and held him close. Again, they sat on the bed, that has become a common place for them to search rest and company. As they watched eve arrive, they watched it fade away into the darkness. Night was coming.
"How is it already dark? We've been sitting here for just a few minutes.", Arthur muffled into her chest.
"Good question. I can probably help you."
"I'm sure you can, (Y/N). You've helped me with everything after all."
"Shut up.", she giggled and playfully tucked at his hair.
"What I was trying to say is, that time passes by quicker, when we're together. I mean, look at us. It felt like a week since I've arrived here. We fell in love, we fell into some trouble and we fell together. You proposed to me, I tought I was pregnant. And now...", she lifted his chin up to meet her gaze.
"We sit here, talking about the past. "
Arthur thought about her words. She was right. Everything did pass quicker than usual. He remembered the cold days in his flat and at work. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days, and days felt like years. Goosebumps took over his body as he remembered, how the the people around him tortured him. How the world tortured him. There was no excuse to what the people have done to him. How much pain they've caused him.
He was starting to break under the pressure of...Everything.
That's until she came into his life. The whole story just sounded straight out of a book. It was
"beautiful.", Arthur breathed out, fascinated by the effect she had on him.
"You turned me beautiful."
Arthur carefully took her face in her hands and connected their gazes. Never ever has he been so in love with a woman, or a person at all, than he is right now.
And (Y/N) smiled, because she knew.
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"For Sports fans, there will be good news, since the soccer team of Gotham has scored yet another win! The future is looking rosy!", (Y/N) exclaimed without knowing, if a Gotham soccer team even existed.
