Daisy came back to my place after investigating the 44 below with Katherine. Katherine, on the other hand, went back home. I received all the pieces of information that I needed, but not enough to understand what was going on with Carmine and his plan. Falcone used to work for my father before he died, but I didn't trust him one bit when I found out he's corruptive, like the entire government. It was evident as he was surrounded by other D.A's, dealing with whatever they were necessarily hiding from everyone.

I walk inside the kitchen after hearing the sound of a slight thud. However, my mind calculated pretty quickly to know it was Daisy. The time stands at six in the morning, yet I can only imagine what her mind is disturbing her with.

My arm leans towards the doorway, watching her fill up the glass at the sink. She quickly darts her eyes towards me with a soft smile.

"Who's Nate?" I quickly blur out, which made her chuckle.

"It's just a guy I know. He prepares my coffee every morning. A sweet one." She says, taking a sip from her water. "Is that really what you came to ask?"

I was, to be honest, but it would've been very obvious to her that I care when I don't.

My arms cross as I reveal a shrug slipping through my lips. "How are you doing?"

"I'm alright," Daisy says quietly. "I'm just thinking about what Carmine said. Now that Tom is dead, I could go back ho-"

"No." I instantly interrupted, which made her glance at me in confusion. "It's dangerous."

I hoped she wouldn't ask how is it dangerous, but indeed she wasn't stupid.

"How is it dangerous if he is dead?"

And there she went, asked me exactly what I thought. My mind instantly came up with something.

"The box you received from your office. Nobody knows who the guy is, and the fact he delivered it to you, he must've puzzling things together."

She places her cup in the sink and walks closer to the door. "Yeah, you're right. Perhaps I should stay here a little." She lifts her eyes a little to look directly at mine. "Do you want to sleep in your bed? I have an idea that the mattress isn't the same in the guest room as in your room."

She was right. The mattress was completely different than the guest room. I didn't think I would ever use the guest room, knowing I live alone. And surely there are no guests that have been visiting me. Not because I felt less important than who I am, but because I didn't want them to come over. After my father and mother had been killed, the gatherings were over after the incident, and I made sure they didn't come around.

I shake my head a little. She responds with a soft 'alright' before disappearing into the hallway.

I remember when she left the first time, my bed smelled like roses with a touch of vanilla. I don't use body lotion, for that matter, but I knew it was her scent. Nevertheless, I had to get my bed cleaned up, but something inside of me insisted on not doing it. It was her smell. Her unique smell. The scent of roses from the quilt is planted onto the pillow and the rest of the mattress. Regardless, I did get it cleaned up.

My feet trail back into the guest room with the thought of my bed smelling like her, which made me smile a little.

I spend my morning trying to fix my motorcycle in the garage. Alfred made sure to leave breakfast for Daisy as usual and make it known that I wasn't home if she started to explore the manor and find the fourth floor, the headquarters.

Nothing was too complicated for me, but it still needed to be fixed if I had to use it for future reference. On the other hand, I couldn't stop wandering my mind on this guy, Nate.

Nate... Nate..... Nate?

I never saw a 'Nate' before, and if he works at a coffee shop, it makes sense. I never went to the coffee shop since there is no need for me, plus I don't prefer buying coffee out in the open.

I groan a little as I do the oil tank underneath the motorcycle, trying to release the thought of this Nate.

As the sound of the elevator goes off, I arch my back forward from sitting on the ground while darting my eyes toward it. The door opens automatically, revealing Alfred to me.

"How is it going down here?" He asks curiously, limping towards me with his stock in the other hand.

"Fine," I reply quietly and lower myself back down, fixing the rest of the gears on the cycle. "Where's Daisy?"

"She's getting ready." He says, watching me for a couple of seconds. "I guess she's going on a date."

I immediately stop working with my hands and lift my head, watching Alfred's amusement through his expression.

I could tell he was happy to see me react because he genuinely believed that I liked Daisy.

"Great," I mutter, although it bothered me more than it should have. The pat of my thumb presses onto the string that's part of the tank, circling my mind around this date.

"With who?" I ask with a lowering voice, causing Alfred to chuckle a little.

"Well, it was merely a joke, but now I'm not quite sure if she is serious." I arch an eyebrow, continuing my work.

"But Nate Dawson, if I remember correctly." He says, slowly inching to the chair beside the motorcycle. I flare in annoyance through my nostrils, hearing his name once more.

"She was talking about him at breakfast," Alfred trails off, groaning as he sits down. "That she'll try to have a conversation with him since she buys the same coffee every time. She wanted my opinion, and I told her to give it a shot."

"Why would you do that?" I spat, narrowing my eyebrows at Alfred.

He looks at me with a sudden surprise but slowly relaxes his nerves with a smile. "Bruce, she is a pretty young adult after all. You don't expect her to be available forever."

"She has better choices than Nate."

"Well," Alfred says formally. "Whom, if I may ask?"

I take a deep breath, knowing there weren't any other options. Everyone in Gotham is skeptical already. Daisy is too innocent, she can't date any of these criminals, and after the incident with Tom, it was very evident how violent they can get.

I didn't reply. My hands immediately went back to work, occupying my thoughts. Alfred shrugs a little as he raises himself from the chair, limping towards the elevator.

"If you have a problem with Daisy's love life, I suggest talking to her about it," Alfred says before tapping on the panel button.

After spending an hour on the motorcycle, I walk back inside the manor and notice her cat is purring around the hallway. I take a deep breath and walk up to it before kneeling until it catches my attention. Cookie slowly twirls around my legs, waving its tail around my knees until I gently stroke my palm on its head. Cookie purrs a little louder, enough for me to hear. It didn't come off as an amusement to me, simply a normal reaction. I kneel back and trail off towards the kitchen. My eyes scan the area before walking upstairs and checking the main bedroom. Nobody.

"Alfred?" I say a bit loud, causing a door to open.

"Yes, Bruce?" I turn around to see it's Alfred.

"Where is Daisy?"

"At work, I would assume so."

I remember she's still at work, and it's only been an hour since I spend time down there. It felt like forever because my mind was still on Nate but later circled towards the letter.

I nod a little, taking a deep breath until I look through the window. My nostrils exhale it, knowing they need me.

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