Makayla is somebody I end up bonding with at the club. We usually hang out sometimes in the morning whenever we get breakfast together.

She was with a friend of hers and decided to join the Iceberg Lounge, but ended up having a horrible experience. A random freak appeared out of no where in the girls bathroom and tried to assault her. Luckily enough I was there for the night when I walked past the rest room. I ended saving her since I knew who the guy was, and from there on our friendship began.

She's a cleaning lady in her forties, but it's mainly mansions she cleans. However, she works for millionaries and billionaries, around this town. I recall she told me her experience at Falcone's house, how devastating it was for her comfort zone. Carmine kept on staring at her and making small flirty comments, which didn't last long enough till she ran out. Makayla would ask friends of hers to stay around as company, incase he were to pop back up again. Sometimes I wonder if it's too hard for her, so I try my best to offer her some help when she needs it.

But turns out, today is my lucky day.

The sound of my phone starts ringing on the counter table in the kitchen. I grab a hold from it as stand beside it, cutting up some apples. The sound of Makayla's angelic voice made me smile a bit before we start greeting each other. We start catching up on what we both has been missing, before the conversation drift off to work.

"I was wondering if you could help me today, dear? I have to visit Falcone's household to clean up a bit then head to the next schedule. Would you like to come?" I can hear her voice turning a little soft, knowing she always does it because it isn't part of her vocabulary to ask for help.

"Sure, I'll be there in ten minutes." I answer back with a chuckle slipping out of my mouth, as I grab my jacket.

"Perfect!" Makayla said with a joy in her voice. "Meet me inside Falcone's lobby in thirty minutes." I agree with her till the conversation comes to an end.

Once we both hang up the phone, I pick out a causal outfit for today; some jeans and a white T-shirt, as well as keeping my hair down for today. I grab some old sneakers that I could surely use to clean with, but also manageable to walk in. I made sure to kiss Cookie before leaving my apartment.

Knowing I have met batman once again, it made me instantly think about what happened three weeks ago; when I had to save him. But something were different from yesterday, somehow he managed to safe me. That isn't the reason why I'm overanalysing it, but the fact he appeared out of no where, is what got to me. Did he follow me?

I finally arrive to the Falcone's manor. It truly didn't look like a house, but more like a mansion. Nevertheless, he lives better than most people in Gotham; it's always the rich ones who is capable enough to exchange money and invest into something great, but also let their own ego shine through. However, I am more thrill to be alone with Makayla. She made sure to let me know it'll only be me and her, and truthfully it's better that way.

Once I join Falcone's lobby, Makayla is standing in the middle with two buckets in her hands. Her eyes immediately lit up when she catches me at the main door.

"Ah, you came!" Makayla says enthusiastically and throw her arms in the air, hinting for a hug. I chuckle and run towards her before squeezing her in.

"Of course, I'm here to help." I said with a smile on my lips. The sound of chuckle comes from Makayla as I release the hug between us. She start thanking me as she hands me the bucket and follow her towards the kitchen. We instantly fall into a conversation as I start talking about how people with a large amount of money tends to be greedy, and she could only agree to my statements.

"It's beyond me that rich people needs people to clean for them, when they can clean for themselves." I say, almost mockingly.

Makayla laughs a little before stating her opinion. "I agree. But the mansion is quite big for one man to clean it all by himself."

"He's corrupt, Makayla." I turn my head to her, placing the bucket on the floor as we manage to join the kitchen. "And you know it, we have seen him multiple times in the club. He killed one of our girls, because somebody talked a little too much."

Her name was Jenny, probably the most softest female I've ever met. A beautiful blonde girl with a petite figure, also bubbly personality if I may say. She tried to stay out of trouble but she loved the attention she could get from any males; but it lead her to her own death. Once Falcone heard about it, he took the matter in his own hands.

Makayla shrugs and fills up her bucket from the sink. I shrug as well, I guess it's a sensitive topic, knowing Jenny and her was close friends.

"You're right" I hear Makayla say, which made me glance at her for a second. "But we don't have any other options but to clean. We will never be above these people, remember that." I nod a bit.

It's true what she is telling me. For century, Gotham had always been corrupted and never once been fixing the damages, instead it's a open wound that will never heal. Carmine is one of the problems that we cannot escape this madness, instead we simply just have to accept it. The rest of the D.A is part of the problem as well, but only the girls from the club knows what's going on behind close doors; the 44 below.

I frown in frustration and fill up my bucket once Makayla fills hers. She hand me a scrub, and points her index finger towards the shelfs; I nod my head and start scrubbing one by one.

Hours went past and we are finally done with the entire household. My hands is cramping time to time, not knowing how hard it it was going to be. Once I empty the bucket, I look over at Makayla furrowing her eyebrows as she taps her the pat of her fingers on the Nokia, figuring out how to text a message. She normally calls instead, based on her struggle to tap through the keyboards.

"Do you need help?"

Makayla shakes her head, "No no, I got this. I just had to leave a text that we are heading to the Wayne Manor."She told me we have another one to finish off. Although it's exhausting, it's still nice with some company, and I can imagine Makayla needs it more than I do since she's been cleaning alone for decades.

As we finally arrive to the Wayne manor, I am more than surprise to find out it's gloomy than most houses; however he owns the entire building. I didn't want to judge but it truly did look like it came from a horror movie. Everything is scary, even outside of the complex. No sounds, no people walking past the area. A large particles in the air makes the sky appear grey in the clouds, surrounding the Wayne Tower.

I follow Makayla from behind as she knock on the door. An old lady opens the door and greets Makayla, as they know each other very well. The lady looks at me and offers me the same smile; so I smile back at her.

The lady looks absolutely adorable. Her facial features looks more like a babyface, someone who had a hard time to escaping a youthful face; however you could tell she is pretty old. Silvery greyish hair color and the way she tends to limp at times.

We enter the Wayne Manor at the lobby, and it didn't get any better with the colors. The curtains are black, the stairs are dark-brown oak wood, each rooms has its own horrifying story to tell; despite matching a gothic theme.

Makayla walks upstairs with the old lady, but she quickly peek at me, as I didn't move a muscle. "You can add water to the bucket and head to the dining room, I'll be there in a second." She said with a soft voice with a smile. I nod at her and walk my way towards the kitchen.

I hold onto the bucket and walk further into the hallway as I reach to the main entrance. The kitchen and the living room is both in one room, but the entire area is huge. There's a small staircase leading up to the living room, and yet the kitchen is on the opposite corner; and each room has huge glass windows, however the kitchen and has glass walls attach to the open view of the city.

The moment I step into the kitchen, I see a tall man, with nothing but sweatpants on. I couldn't figure out who it is since his back is facing me. My eyes quickly takes notice to his scars on each shoulders, following down to his naked back. Not to mention the bullet holes has created each different wounds around his waist, planting onto his skin as part of a trauma. I couldn't believe it.

"Hello?" I said shyly. He tilt his head at my direction, our eyes meets but there isn't anything special about it. However, they are blue mix with crystal-grey. "Can I fill up the bucket in the kitchen?"

He turns his body towards mines, and I notice immediately it's Bruce Wayne. My stomach sank, knowing exactly who he is. The influence his father use to have on Gotham, is insane. Bruce in the other hand is more introvert compare to his father, that also meant he didn't participate to save the city; example the Renewal Fund. It was a fund that Thomas Wayne donated to the city of Gotham as a whole, basically an emergency fund that's meant to expedite public works without having to go through all the usual political red tape. Everything came to a stop when Thomas died, but it didn't change the fact that Bruce inherited everything from his father.

My hands slip as the bucket drops on the floor, echoing through the kitchen. My thoughts starts to overwork my brain; I should've spoken to him with a different approach if I knew who he was.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to talk to you that way." I said with a quick reflect, hoping he wouldn't take it to the heart; yet I wasn't being rude but I can't imagine anyone asking a billionaire if I can clean his house, it's something you just do without asking. But I didn't receive anything from him, just a simple glance.

My eyes darts to the bucket twirling on the ground before kneeling down to grab it; until Bruce walks towards me. My body froze from his sudden movement, watching him inch closer till he kneels down to me, grabs a hold on the bucket.

"You can fill the bucket in the kitchen." Bruce says with a raspy voice, stretching his hand towards me with the bucket. I nod slowly and grasp it as I thank him. My legs immediately raises from kneeling and walk past him to fill up the bucket. He quickly pick himself up, but I didn't dare to look at him any longer.

"What's your name?" He said straightforwardly. I turn my attention to him, letting the water flow inside the bucket.

"My name is Daisy, sir."

He didn't response back, but takes the opportunity to stare at me. His eyes didn't have any emotions to it, simply numb if I had to put in perspective; so is his expression. I shut the the water and places the bucket beneath my feet, flashing a nervous smile. "I will go ahead and clean the dining room."

I said as I take one step towards the door, until he stops my track.

"No. Clean the kitchen."

It wasn't the time to protest against him, on top of the fact it's his house. have no choice but to do it. I put down the bucket and start cleaning the counters; wondering where the hell did Makayla go.

"I was informed it was someone else who was going to clean." His voice turns darker than the usual, but it didn't bother me.

I turn my head to Bruce, nodding once more. "Yes, she's here. She's a friend of mine, so she asked for some help. " He didn't say anything.

But I couldn't remove the feeling that I already met him before. My mind didn't circle around it, instead it slips out of my mouth. "You look familiar Mr. Wayne."

He squints his eyes, almost in denial to my comment. He must've thought I was stupid, because he is Bruce Wayne after all. However, is it hard to believe that we met before?

I shake my head and peek down at the buckle as I squeezes my grip around my scrub. "My apology. I didn't mean to say that."

"What do you do for a living?" Bruce changing the subject, which confirms I probably sound stupid for saying that.

"I work at a club. Iceberg Lounge." My voice turns more soft, but the silence appears between us for a few minutes. I broke the eye contact and went back to scrubbing the counters.

"Daisy." He says more calmly. I glance at him once more, but this time I didn't notice he is standing an inch away from.

He inches closer, continuing till he stands beside me. I move my body towards his, squeezing onto the scrub that's soaking wet. Our breath is almost brushing against our skin. He is taller than me, having to peek up at him but strangely enough; the more I look into his eyes the more it reminds me of somebody I have met.

Bruce slowly reaches his hand to my face, and tugs his fingertips around my strands of hair; tucking it behind my ear. The tiny muscles flexing in inside my skin, making my goosebumps risen from his sudden graze of his hand. He continue to trail his fingers to the side of my cheek, tiltting it on the left as his eyes is glancing at the side of my face.

"You're bleeding." His voice went back to being raspy.

I quickly touch the side of my cheek, sliding it further up to my ear. The feeling of a liquid made me instantly look at my fingers. He is right, I'm bleeding. Not a lot, but it's there.

"I got it." I said softly, however he grabs my arm and holds me completely still. He grabs a tissue underneath one the shelfs from the counter, and slowly wipes it off. My eyes is completely attach to his, waiting for some sort of reaction. Bruce didn't look at me as he focus on wiping it off, but once our gaze meets, his hand slowly tuck onto the napkin.

He clear his throat as he takes a few steps backwards, figuring it isn't a good idea. Bruce quickly peek over to the trash can and trails his way.

I didn't look at him, instead I was glancing towards the wall; but I manage to speak up. "Thank you, sir."

"It's Bruce." He rasps, and walks out of the kitchen with no hesitation.