I wrap his coat around me to ensure the heat will warm me up, meanwhile I follow Bruce into the alley. He didn't tell me where we are heading, but I didn't have to question it. Regardless i feel safe when I'm around him for some reason. However, it's pretty hard following along because he walks faster than me, not to mention my stilettos is gripping each of my bones on my foot. I grab a hold of his arm and try to fully push myself to his steps, but I struggle from it. Bruce notice my commitment as he wrap his arm around my waist and motioning me to walk the same speed as his. I wasn't sure why we necessarily have to be in a hurry. I lift my head up and take a quick glance at him, however he is clenching his jaw as his eyes is threateningly staring through the alley. We walk past a couple of people, and they are all gazing at Bruce, surprising to see him whatsoever.

After a couple of minutes, we arrive to the Wayne Tower. Bruce continues to hold around me as he opens the door, and gently letting me inside. He carefully peeks before he slowly shuts the door, it seems like he is navigating his distance.

Bruce Wayne's Manor. I been here before but it still amazes me how dark it can get, and it truly do look horrifying in the middle of the night. Some candles has been burning from the entire day, I could easily tell with the wax dripping on the counter. I can imagine Makayla having to clean it tomorrow.

Bruce softly takes the coat off of me and takes the lead towards the stairs, as I follow him since I have no idea where I'm suppose to go. The main door to the bedroom is completely open, exposing yet another gloomy room. He directly walks in and throws the coat on his armchair, running his fingers through his hair as his nostrils flare in annoyance. It isn't easy ignoring someone's frustration, instead I give in to ask him.

"Mr. Wayne, is there anything bothering you?" I ask out of curiosity.

He rubs his eyes with his fingertips in frustration. "How do you know Tom?"

Shock crosses my face as I swallow a lump appearing out of no where, biting onto my tongue. "He is someone I've known for a long time, but someone I despise and try to stay away from-"

He immediately interrupt my sentence. "Do you have any idea what he has done?" He says aggressively and turns towards me.

I didn't know what Tom has done for the past few months, perhaps even a whole year. All is know is he's a self centerd asshole.

"No, I have no clue. I don't be around him." I say quietly, in which Bruce didn't respond to my comment but changes the subject.

"He saw us." Bruce says as he trails his eyes towards the city, walking a couple of steps to the glass window that's attach in his bedroom wall. He slowly grabs a hold from his shirt and folds it over his head, taking it off his upper body.

"I suggest you stay the night, and if it gets worse, you'll have to stay a couple more days. Tom seems to have an interest towards you, and he is already as dangerous as he can be." He looks on the floor as he holds onto the shirt before throwing it to the side.

Bruce turns around and walks towards me, which causes me to take a couple of steps back, not having a clue what he is doing. He stops his track in front of me, not even a inch away. Our eyes are locking to each other once again.

"I'll leave the bed to you", Bruce says with a raspy voice, till his eyes trails to the main door and walks out the room. I turn around to see him slowly disappear as he walks downstairs. I shrug a little from frustration. My face still burns a little from the small bruise that has been planting onto my cheek.

I glance around the area and notice how huge the bedroom actually is, each corners have their own spaces and large walls attaching to the roof. One wall has only glass windows pointing towards the city, and the bed is standing beside the windows. The entire bed is a huge oval with four pillows, as well as the design of the bed. The colors of the blankets and pillows are black, matching his curtains and the floor that's made out of dark oak-wood. The smell of his bed gives a strong scent of his, however the entire room smells like him. I softly take the dress off of my body, and let it slide down my legs. I crawl inside the bed, cuddling around the blanket. My eyes darts towards the city as the neon light from one of the logos attach to a building, glimpses through the window.

My eyes continues to watch the city being alive for the night, till it grows heavy and shuts on it's own.

The sound of the door knocking loudly enough to wake me up, causing a small groan appear out of my lips. I left the door open incase anything were to happen; and come to my surprise it's a great idea.

I slowly open my eyes and trail my head towards the door, as Bruce walks in. My eyes immediately shots open and quickly I pull the blanket further up, raising my upper body to sit. My heart is beating fast by now, not knowing he would join his room so sudden. Bruce looks at me and raises his finger up to his lips, hinting me to be quiet. I wasn't sure what's going on but I simply nod my head.

An unfamiliar person walks in, but he's a bit older than me and Bruce. However he looks friendly compare to Bruce. He gentle smiles at me and nod his head slowly, reassuring me he isn't much of a thread.

Bruce immediately walks out as he grabs his shirt and left me with the unfamiliar person. The man shuts the door behind Bruce and slowly limps towards me with a stock in his hand, which catches my attention immediately.

He sits on the edge of the bed and looks at me, folding his hand out. "Hello. My name is Alfred, it's a pleasure to meet you."

It feels uncomfortable having to be half naked and shake somebodies hand but I smile awkwardly and shake it. "I'm Daisy."

"I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances. Please, allow me to give you the gown." Alfred groans a little as he stands up, gripping onto his stock a little more till he limps towards the armchair and grabs my dress. I didn't manage to say anything, but it feels almost blessing having to meet a friendly individual.

He gently places it on the edge of the bed. "I'll walk outside so you can get dressed." He says with a reassuring expression and limps out the room, I made sure to smile at him before hand.

I quickly get up from the bed and immediately dresses myself. The only thing I am worrying about is the person behind the main door.

I quickly speed my way to the door and decide to head out the room, noticing Alfred is standing right beside the door.

"Do you know who's at the door?" I asks out of curiosity, however Alfred's heartwarming smile starts to slowly disappear.

"It's probably best you stay inside the room, Miss. Daisy." He says worryingly.I squeezes my eyes in confusion.

All of a sudden I hear footsteps getting louder as each pace gets closer to the second floor. My eyes trails to the staircase, when i meet eye to eye with the figure; it's Tom. He immediately stops his track the moment he gets a peek of me from the staircase, his facial expression changes drastically in anger.

"What the fuck are you doing at Bruce Wayne's house?" He spat out.

Alfred takes a few steps in front of me to block, blocking the view for Tom. "Mr. Crawford, I suggest you leave immediately. It's in the middle of the morning and everybody is trying to sleep." Alfred paused when Bruce finally arrives behind Tom.

"Do not let me call the cops, Tom." Alfred threatens Tom immediately, expecting him to leave.

Tom leans on further to the wall pointing his index finger towards me, although Alfred is standing in the front. His face suppresses with rage, furrowing both eyebrows.

"You're coming with me." Tom scolds, however Bruce replies for my defence.

"No. You are not taking her home." Bruce says with a deep voice.

Tom wheels around and glances at Bruce, with a fuel of irritation. "What the fuck do you need her for? How do you know her?" He tighten his knuckles till they both turns pale. I start to panic noticing Tom's hand is balling up to a fist, knowing he will strike in for a punch; I couldn't allow that to happen.

Without any hesitation to think anything through, I just spit out what came to my mind. "He's my boyfriend!"

Alfred and Tom immediately glances at me with the same expression of surprise. However Bruce slowly lifts his head and squinting his eyes at me, almost in disbelief.

"Boyfriend? You choose to date an emo child?" Tom spat out as he raises his eyebrow.

Bruce quickly glances back on Tom as he flares through his nostril in annoyance. He grasp onto Tom by the back of his throat, and forcefully drags him down the stairs. Alfred quickly motions to follow along, as he uses the stock to exchange the help. I follow along with my eyes shot open in shock, hoping it isn't going to escalate from here; at this point anything could happen. I wouldn't know how Bruce handles situations, but I can only imagine how twisted he might be, assuming based on his actions.

Calling Bruce an emo kid is a way to stir up a fight, as Tom abruptly walks inside his house as well.

Bruce finally comes to a stop in front of the main door, and aggressively burst the door open, before gripping around Tom's bare neck as pushes him on the sidewalk.

"You are under my roof, under my rules." Bruce says harshly, without removing his gaze off of Tom.

Tom groans a little, using the amount of strength to pick himself up. "You just fucked yourself over Bruce, you as well little Daisy." He says with a serious tone of his, but chuckles like a maniac as he folds his suit properly. Tom takes a couple of seconds gazing at me, as I stand behind Bruce, and Alfred standing on the staircase.

"Such a beautiful couple." He says sarcastically, his smile disappears from his lips.