I finally reach back to my apartment, placing both of my bags on the floor. The TV was still on, playing a commercial for toothpaste and hygiene for your gums. My eyes scan each room when it comes to my realization the bag with cat food has been ripped apart and slipped out into the kitchen. Cookie is sleeping beside it which causes me to chuckle a little. Bruce walks in behind me with the rest of my bags and leaves them on top of the counter. The commercial comes to an end and skips onto the news about Tom's event.

" A very disturbing night for Gotham. Turns out one of the leaders, Tom Crawford is responsible for human trafficking and the death of five innocent women that have been found at his engagement gathering. However, the sources came forward that Bruce Wayne had it all planned out for his former girlfriend. "

My eyes quickly trail off to Bruce standing behind me. His eyes narrow and glances back at me. "Shut it off." He mutters with a deep voice. I quickly grab onto the remote resting on the armchair and tap the button.

"Alright," Bruce says as he clears his throat. "I will leave you to it." he looks at the bags before he walks toward the door.

"Wait," I say softly and take a couple of steps towards him. Bruce stops around the door, tilting his head in my direction. "Is it over?"

Bruce takes a deep breath, exhaling it through his nostrils as he shakes his head with a cold expression. "No, but for now you're safe." I slowly nod.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne." I quickly approach him and wrap my arms around him. He didn't exchange it back, instead, he stands in complete stillness.

"It's-"

"I know, it's Bruce." I say with a chuckle slipping out of my lips. Bruce slowly wraps his strong arms around my waist and tightens his grip. He squeezes me into his chest. The warmth of his body, the smell of his cologne, and the feeling of his presence made it impossible not to feel safe.

"Thank you so much," I mumble into his chest. "You did a lot for me."

I bob my head backward to take a glimpse of his facial features, admiring him for a second. "Is it impossible to be friends with Bruce Wayne? "

I see a smile slowly creeping up, but it slowly faints back. "I have things to do." his voice suddenly releases a cold presentation. Bruce releases himself from the hug and storms outside in the hallway of the apartment.

I scoff for a second, arching an eyebrow in disbelief. "Really?"

Bruce immediately stops track, turning his attention to me.

"I get it, you are such a busy man," I say softly, almost to the existence that I didn't mean it. "But you can't keep doing that. At least not to yourself."

"What exactly can I not do, Daisy?" Bruce questioned as he narrows his eyebrows at me. "Be your friend, I assume?" I nod to his question, although I wasn't sure how to respond.

He takes a deep breath and exhales it through his nostrils, licking his lips bottom lip as he squints his eyes at me. "What do you not understand, you need to-"

"Stay away, I get it." I shrug a bit. "But you always sneak up somewhere. And sometimes it happens without expecting it. The least we can do is have contact still." Silence creeps up for a couple of seconds before he finally answers.

"I don't associate myself with people who works largely for dirty money, and that's something you're proud of I can tell."

Shock crosses my face as my eyes widen. My body froze for a second, allowing my thoughts to wander around; he meant it. With every bone in his body, he meant it.

I point at the door with my eyes still shot open and both of my eyebrows lit up. "Get out. I don't ever want to see you again."

Bruce didn't take a second to glance at me anymore, his feet instantly takes the lead through the hallway and disappears into the shadows. I shut the door and run my hands onto my forehead, trailing further to my hair in disbelief. I scoff lightly as I shake my head, still trying to wrap my thoughts around it; unbelievable.

I grab the rest of my bags and throw them inside of my bedroom, unzipping each of them. Some of them were clothes and others were stuff that was newly bought from Alfred. I sort the rest of my clothes out and leave them in the closet, as well as my shoes and the rest of my makeup. I left the rest of the bags in one corner, such as socks and panties. Once I finally manage to finish it up, I lift the blanket and crawl into my bed, pressing my head against the pillow. however, my mind starts to wander around. I simply couldn't stop thinking about the last sentence.

"and that's something you're proud of I can tell."

An expression of annoyance shows itself for a moment on my face, trying to puzzle together what his reason was to be an asshole. Nothing is explainable for his sudden reaction; he was just smiling, and then all of a sudden changed.

I take a deep breath before exhaling through my lips before rolling to the other side as I shut my eyes in annoyance.

The next couple of weeks went back to 'normal'; in and out the club, the usual. However, Penguin didn't let me get away with being gone for so long. He made sure I paid for it; I paid a good amount of money which left me broke for a couple of weeks. Thanks to Katherine I managed to survive, as well as my cat Cookie. I kept my mind occupied from worrying about wether Bruce is doing alright. I didn't see Carmine or Tom at the club any longer, which eased my mind having to work at the iceberg Lounge again. Compare to everything that's been happening, it started to get more quiet for the past three months. However, we still had dropheads approaching the club and rich men throwing money in the air.

I didn't hear anything about Bruce, he completely disappeared in the dark after everything that happened. But Batman has been everywhere. I had one occasion with him again, but it wasn't as intense as it was the first time. He simply looked at me and disappeared without further notice. A thought kept slipping into my mind, that it's possibly Bruce could be Batman.