Her Protector

Epilogue

"Yes Jim," Rose spoke through the phone while walking through her apartment. She felt safe in it. Just outside the city limits of Gotham. "I have an appointment with a client at 2, can I call you when it's done?"

"Yeah, I just want to know if there's anything you need me or Harvey to do." Rose flipped through a list, seeing what else she needed to get done.

"We already have the flowers, decorations, and the venue." She muttered. "Need catering, music, venue for the reception, and I still need to find a dress."

"I can take you dress shopping."

"Just make sure Alfred and Bruce will be able to make it to the appointment as well. I'm able to get a couple of friends to make it as well." She paused for a moment, staring at Tabitha's names circled. "Have you heard anything about Tabitha?"

"Nothing. I'm sure she could make an entrance at the reception." Rose silently nodded her head before looking at a clock for the time.

"I need to go, I'll call you later."

"Alright, talk to you later."

"Yep, bye." Rose ended the call before hanging the phone and walking to her office area to set up for her last appointment of the day.

Hearing the ringing of the phone, she let out a frustrated sigh while making her way to pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Are you sure you want a simple cake?" Rose sighed while looking at an ideal look of a cake.

"Yes, at most three tiers. Vanilla batter and frosting." She repeated what she said that morning. "And please pay for it. I don't want any favors or theft for this day."

"Fine, love you."

"Love you too." Rose smiled before hanging the phone up and walking back into her office. She stared down at the ring on her finger, fidgeting with it as the thought of the proposal.

***

Rose was prepping dinner for the evening when she heard the door open. She didn't jump at all when she heard the door open and the wood creaking with every foot step.

"Smells good," Rose had small smile as she felt hands rest on her arms.

"Just sauce," she tried to explain while stirring the sauce with a wooden spoon.

"Still beats food that college would serve." Rose looked her shoulder to see Victor grabbing a bottle of wine from their fridge.

"Did you pay?"

"Yes I did." He pulled to wine glasses out from a cabinet and poured some of the red liquid into each of them. "Hope you're happy."

"I am," she turned back to the sauce. "I think some time this weekend Jim will take me dress shopping."

"Hope he can manage on his pay." Victor mumbled before taking a sip of his drink.

Rose turned the stove off before dumping the sauce into a bowl and setting it on the table. "It'll just be him, Alfred, Bruce, and my the only two girls in the bridal party."

"Bridesmaid and maid of honor." Victor recited from various times Rose informed him on the position. He grabbed plates and silverware before setting them in places next to each other.

He wouldn't ask the question of how Rose was doing. Ever since that one night, back when he first started as the personal bodyguard, neither of them actually addressed anything about it. Besides assuring that he would never get near Rose again.

He would never tell Rose, but Victor constantly has been reminding his own little team to keep an eye on things when the day comes. He wasn't going to let one clown ruin the special day for him and his Rosie.

But he also knows that that one night, and him, specifically have been haunting Rose. As of now, every now and then (at least once a month), Rose has a nightmare that always relates back to the clown himself. They get worse and occur more on the anniversary of that specific night.

Rose placing what looked like chicken broke Victor from his own thoughts. He grabbed her hand as she went to sit down, placing a small kiss on the hand.

Rose only had a smile while she sat down, serving dinner to Victor before placing some on her own plate.

"So," Victor had a mischief smile as he got an idea. "What about a honeymoon?"