"The Bruce Wayne, told you to stay away from him?" Makayla furrows her eyebrows before taking her coffee from the table, and sips a little. I nod my head, shivering from the cold, pulling my coat tighter around my body. We decide to meet up at the local café, although it didn't seem like a great idea how cold it is. Nowadays the overcast skies makes Gotham a disturbing place. With tall, dark buildings and a monorail that goes through the city, not to mention the chilly weather that sticks to the plan everyday.

I called Makayla after the incident with Bruce from few days ago. I found it frustrating he would tell me to stay away, knowing me and him have never spoken before; but I did lead it to a confusing conversation. But I didn't lie when I told him it feels like home having him around. It wasn't because he was being protective, but how certain I was, that I know him from somewhere. It's hard to explain, truly.

"Well, I can't blame him," Makayla chuckles lightly at me. "He is after all a billionaire, and people like him who lives in Gotham..." She trails off as she waves her index finger in the air. "Tend to do awful things behind the scene, plus he is creepy. He surely did you favour."

I laugh a little at Makayla's comment because she's wasn't wrong. Bruce was and is a little creepy, but it didn't change the way I feel around him.

"The question is, why the hell was he at the Iceberg Lounge? It doesn't suit him. He is too... quiet to be surrounded by loud people." Makayla rolles her eyes playfully, taking another sip from her coffee.

"You'll be surprised." I say confidently with a scoff parting my lips. There's a lot of people who tends to be very aggressive, and then there's some others who tend to be insecure, or something they clearly are not.

Example, Gil Colson.

"Daisy?"The sound of a familiar voice catches my attention, and it turns out to be Tom.

"Dear god." Makayla whispers in disgust. "The lunatic."

Tom and I used to have a "thing" back in the old days. When I first time arrived to Gotham, he's the I met out of everyone. Tom showed me around in Gotham, but also talked about how he selfishly wanted the entire city for himself. I didn't believe him, but the more he spoke about it for a year, the more it made sense to me how narcissist is. He insisted to take me to the club because he used to work as a bartender in the Lounge, and after awhile I choose to work there. I didn't have any other options because nothing pays as much as a bottle girl or an entertainer. Tom in the other hand started dealing with Carmine and his people, which put him in a position with dangerous people. However he loved being surrounded with "genius" as he would call it, but it was only beneficial for himself. He wanted power.

"Well, it's lovely to see you after a long time.0 Tom says with a playful grin as he nods towards Makayla. "And hello to my least favorite person, I'd say."

"Go to hell Tom." Makayla spat in annoyance.

"I already am." He smirks a little and his eyes wonders back to mine. "You look beautiful, Daisy."

"Thank you. I see you wearing a suit now?" I immediately change the subject because I can't bear having him compliment me. He's a psychopath with crazy illusions, and if it wasn't for his charm; we would've never happened.

Tom always told me we would be together, 'one way or another'. That also means, he did use to follow me around like a creep, but lately he's been on the low; perhaps working on something.

He takes a good look on himself before brushing his palm against his vest. "I sure am. That's the only thing I wear now that I'm trying to be a mayor in Gotham."

"You're trying to be a mayor?" I question immediately in surprise. Surely nobody would want to vote for him.

"Of course. There's a lot of things that needs to be changed." He states with a sarcastic smile. "Let me spill one out."

Tom takes a few steps further towards me and places his palm on my shoulder. "I need Batman destroyed. He don't belong in Gotham. I do, and with enough power, we don't ever need him again."

"Hold your horse, Crawford." Makayla interrupts immediately. "Tell me, what can you do to prevent these crimes? Shoot with lasers out of your eyes?"

I chuckle a little, but Tom didn't find it nowhere funny. Instead he glances at her in disgust, till his attention turns back to me.

"Daisy." Tom says, avoiding Makayla's question. He slip his hand from my shoulder and lead his fingertips behind my hair.

I quickly grab his palm behind me and slightly pushes it away, but Tom insist on giving me a "massage".

"Calm down, i won't hurt you." He says and leans over to my ear. "But you truly have no idea how much I missed you." I quickly bob my head on the other side, feeling the rises of my body printing goosebumps.

Tom grins once more, and leans himself up. He continues to speak. "I already have a plan for everything. I want you side by side with me, you are after all the woman I will marry-"

"Marry?" I abruptly stop him. "What do you mean marry?"

Tom chuckles playfully and folds his jacket. "I'll talk to you in another time about this, perhaps more quiet." Makayla wrinkles her nose, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

Suddenly his eyes glances in a different angle at this point. "Ladies?" He says confidentially and walks towards Bruce and the officer.

My eyes quickly flips towards Tom, till I notice it's Bruce he is focusing on; however he is already looking at me. Makayla tilts her head backwards as she grabs her coffee from the table. "Well, it was nice drinking coffee outside, we should probably call it a day before Bruce decides to watch you all night." I chuckle at her comment.

She did me a favour right there, because it could've been completely awkward, or at least a staring contest between me and Bruce.

I grab my coffee from the table and get up with Makayla. She needs a moment to grab her bag, meanwhile I watch Tom shaking his hand with the police officer as he talking to him, but my eyes is focusing on Bruce. I notice a pattern from him. He never smiles or shake hands, he truly is a dark individual. Not to mention the scars I remember I saw. Was it even my place to see them?

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The 44 below is completely full tonight thanks to Falcone and his people, yet it's stating to pattern every night. They annoyingly ask for more hookers and alcohol, as well as talking to Penguin about selling drops in the club. Carmine in the other hand didn't take any drugs or drink as much, he will often be at the private room which is for VIP only.

He uses the private room more often than he stays at the lounge, not knowing what it is for but it's not my business either. it's Penguin that decides these things; although he has a hard time saying no to Carmine, so there wasn't much of a choice. But come to my surprise, Tom is there as well. He hasn't been in the lounge since he was a bartender, knowing he been up to something else by now.

As I place another bottle on the table and notice Carmine is walking away with three men, assuming they are going to the private Lounge, it didn't leave my attention that Tom chooses to follow along all of a sudden. Something suspicious is going on with him and Carmine, and I may not like Tom for his behavior and his narcissistic personality, but something tells me he will end up hurt. I continue to fill the glasses from each tables as my night continues on like that till it's my time to go.

Once I finally finish up and manage to leave the lounge, my feet quickly trails up the stairs to grab my belongings, however I hear a sound echoing from the girls closet. My eyes squints a little in suspicious, slowly reaching up to the door as I lean forward, attempting to listen through the door.

A girl is whining about god knows what. But I could recognize the voice, based on how many times she's been crying. it's Camilla. She normally works with Katherine downstairs.

"Please, please stop! I swear I didn't hear a thing!"

"Shh shh shh." The unfamiliar sound comes from someone, but I couldn't puzzle it together, at least not yet till I hear the person talk.

"Just tell me what he said, and I'll let you go. It's important I know." That's when it starts to sound familiar. A rough raspy voice that's deeper than anyones I've ever heard; Carmine.

"I just want to go home!" Camilla whines even more.

"And you will. You just have to let me know what he told you." It starts to get quiet for Carmine, only to hear Camilla crying hysterically.

"He said... you killed those two girls to protect the secret code you guys have, only because they knew the code..." Her voice is cracking on each words, however Carmine sounds absolutely calm.

"Ah..... do you know what the code is? Did he tell you?"

"No!"

"Alright."

Suddenly I hear the sound of Camila suffocating and grasping the air. My eyes went wide open when I hear Carmine groans and tells her to lay still.

"No! Stop! Stop!" Camilla mumbles as she struggle to breathe, her heels is digging onto the wood which is pretty easy to hear. But that's when the silence appear.

My heart is palpitating wildly, pressing the palm of my hand against my mouth when I gasp quietly. My eyebrows are shot up, as my body froze in complete horror and letting my own thoughts win over me. If I'm correct; he more than likely choke her to death. There is nothing in my body that's letting me open the door by now, but rather run away. I immediately turn around and hit my chest against someone. It's Tom. He must've been standing here for awhile by now. My eyes quickly peek up to his and his expression is deadly, increasing the fear inside of me.

Tom roughly grasp onto my wrist and forces me downstairs, motioning outside the building. "Let's go."

I try loosening his grip but it becomes tighter the more I struggle. "Tom, let me go!" I yell out demandingly, but he didn't take it as a sign to do so. He continues to drag me further to the door and pushes me out, following along from behind. My heels stumble a little till I hold onto my balance.

"You didn't hear shit, you hear me?" He spats and points at me with every frustration his facial exposes. "Pretend this shit never happened."

I didn't say a thing, I'm already horrified listening to Camilla die, and the way Tom approaches me. I gently rub around my wrist and didn't give him an answer back. However Tom steps closer and cups my face aggressively with one hand, digging his fingertips onto my cheeks. I groan a little and grabs a hold of his arm, trying to push it away. "Tom, stop, you're hurting me. "

Tom didn't care for one bit as grabs a hold of my arm with his other hand, and squeezes it a little. "You didn't fucking hear shit. Got it?"

I nod quickly to let him release me, but it didn't make it any better. Instead he pushes me against the wall, letting me slide to the ground. Tom flares through his nostril, peeking at me for a second till he leaves all alone. I curl up into a ball, shivering from the sudden cold appearing in the air. Wearing a mini black dress with no stockings, doesn't help my body temperature. My eyes feels watery as I'm shaking on the inside, almost unbearable to resist the tears. It didn't function for me what's been happening, to Camilla and the way Tom approached me. My body wants to give up, the weakening approaches my mind, almost giving in to cry; but I refuse to, not over what Carmine did to Camilla, and Tom's actions towards me.

The approaching footsteps echoing sharply around the sidewalk. The passers wobble every few steps before correcting their balance and moving on with newly composes faces. I didn't feel the need to peek up to a couple of unfamiliar faces passing by me. Not until I hear one individual footsteps stops in front of me. I lift my head up from resting my chin on my arm that's wrapping around my tiny legs, noticing some expensive black leatherly shoes standing one inch away. I take a quick peek and it's no other than Bruce Wayne. He kneels down and looks at me for a quick second, until he places his fingertips underneath my chin and slowly lifts it up.

"Who hit you?" He asks coldly. I didn't realize Tom's hand print left a mark on cheek, now that I didn't have a mirror with me.

I didn't say a thing, I just shake my head to dismiss his question. "It doesn't matter."

Bruce didn't ask any questions, he simply nods to my response and fold his palm out, signaling me to grab it. I trail my eyes to his hand before gently grabbing it. He forcefully lift me up and takes off his coat, wrapping my tiny body from freezing to death.

"You don't belong in there." He mutters, and I quickly peek up at him. His eyes catches my attention immediately; how familiar they are.