He broke up with you.

He said it was too much.

You were too dependent on him,

too childish,

too fragile.

He needed a real woman.

His words.

You were too much?

He was .

Clutching the valentine bear close to you that

you were given by an admirer at work,

you held your bagpack over your shoulder,

stepping out onto the streets and making your

way home to your apartment.

You always dreaded walking past his nightclub.

It was the quickest route to work and home,

nausea building up in your stomach

in fear you might bump into him.

You could see the nightclub in view,

crossing the street to make it to the other side,

luxury cars lined alongside the pavement,

a crowd of his men standing around but you thought it would be safe if it was only them.

"Excuse me sir"

You sighed softly,

trying to push against him to get through.

"You're blocking the sidewalk.

How the hell do you expect people to get

to where they're going?

You are so rude!"

Turning his head,

his eyes fell onto you,

Intense and as blue as ever before he noticed

the stuffie bear in your hands.

"What are ya doing?

Why the fuck are you walking this way?

I told ya not to come by here.

There's always fucking dangerous

shit happening"

"I'm not taking the subway"

You breathed out.

"I hate it.

And you can't tell me what to do"

"Where are you going?

Who the fuck gave ya that?"

He questioned you.

"Some guy at work who doesn't care if I am

or am not a real women"

"That was four months ago"

He scoffed,

the palm of his hand pressing against

your back as he pushed you towards

the entrance to the club.

"Get inside.

I'll take ya home"

"Why were you standing out in the street?"

You asked him in the car.

"Are you some kind of thug now?"

"I got a new car"

He glanced at you from the side,

ignoring the insult.

"The boys wanted to check it out"

"As if you don't have enough already?"

You answered him quietly.

"No wonder people are going hungry"

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

"You never did"

You mumbled under your breath,

looking out of window.

"Don't say that"

He told you lowly,

sucking his teeth.

"Its true"

You answered back.

"It's not fucking true"

He snapped,

pulling the car over into a quiet street,

the wheels coming to a steady halt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you huh?

I tell you not to say something

and ya just keep fucking saying it"

"Can I get out now?"

You ignored his eyes on you.

"Come here"

He reached over to release the safety belt,

pulling you onto his lap by your arms.

"What are you doing?"

You choked out.

"Take em off"

He told you firmly.

"My panties?"

You stared at him.

"I'm not taking anything off-"

"Take them off"

He cut you off harshly,

the tips of his thumbs hooking into the waistband

of your underwear,

yanking them down and tossing them

onto the passenger seat,

fumbling with his belt before unzipping

his slacks.

"I don't see you in four months and

now you want me to take my panties off?"

A low growl leaving his mouth,

he pushed you down onto him

as you moaned softly,

holding onto his shoulders.

"Daddy!"

You cried out against his mouth.

"People are going to see us.

We're on a street"

"I don't give a fuck little girl"

He guided you onto his length by your hips,

making it hard for you to talk.

"You're taking fucking gifts from people now?

Who the fuck is he hm?"

"Some guy at work"

You whined.

"I already told you"

"I need a fucking name"

He gripped onto your skin,

his finger tips pressing into the flesh.

"I'm going to cum!"

You cried,

burying your head into his chest

as you climaxed against him,

but he never once let up,

his intense blue eyes fixated on you

the whole time.

He wasn't even trying to last.

It was quick and rough and intense.

"Fuck"

He hissed,

his hot cum splashing into you,

holding you down onto him as he filled

you to the hilt.

"Daddy..."

You breathed shakily,

trying to get your breath back.

"I want to go home"

Letting you climb back into the passenger seat,

you slipped your panties back on underneath

your skirt as he zipped his slacks

before he put the car in reverse,

pulling out onto the streets of Gotham,

running a hand through his wild hair,

heading towards your apartment.

"You're always gonna be my little girl.

Do you fucking understand me?"

He slid down the window,

throwing the teddy bear out of the car.

"My stuffie!"

You wailed.

"I'll get you a new one"

He rolled his eyes at your innocence.