My eyelids slowly open trailing off towards the window with the sun roses against my skin. Everything is quiet in the living room apart from Bruce breathing through his nostrils. I curled up into him, reminiscing everything from yesterday.

Yesterday was horrifying. Neither me or Alfred expected anything like this. If anything, it left me skeptical at this point. Bruce never brought anyone home, not even powerful men who probably wants to have a talk with him. I noticed he is more alone than anybody I've ever met, at least one of the wealthiest. It amazed me how much he preferred to be alone, but also have his own space.

"How did you sleep?" I hear his raspy voice, but yet exhausting as well. I search my eyes into his smiling softly.

"Better."

Bruce nods a little and squeezes me in before leaning over the couch a little more; in which he shuts his eyelids again. I lift myself from melting onto the couch and rest myself on his chest, peeking up at him once more.

He looks adorable when he sleeps. His jawline is visible enough to notice the line underneath. The color of his lips has a mix of light red and pink. However, something caught my eyes. My hand trails up from his chest and notice some blood spots underneath his chin, wiping it off with the pat of my thumb. Bruce slowly opens his eyes to look down at me, and I bore mines into his.

"You're beautiful." He says quietly, grabbing a hold around my waist as he lifts my small figure further up to him. I smile softly at him.

"Thank you."

His soft lips slowly spread into a smile, noticing a small dimple appear on the left side of his cheek.

"Why did you have blood under your chin?" I ask quietly, flickering my hands on top of his chest. Bruce's smile slowly disappears as he inhales the oxygen.

"No idea."

I nod a little, resting my chin onto his chest, my eyes not leaving his. He slowly raises his palm and trails his fingers around my hair.

For a moment I got a little confused what just compelled him to do that, normally he wouldn't talk to me as much, unless it was necessary.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, in which he shakes his head but I hear the growling through his stomach, causing me to chuckle a little.

"You're hungry." I stated as he scoffs a little.

I immediately get up and leave the blanket on top of him, heading to the kitchen. Bruce sits up and watches me leave his sight, which immediately brought him to his feed and following me along.

"Where you going?" He ask following me from behind.

"To the kitchen, you're hungry. Let's go." I reply back with a smile.

I find myself in the kitchen quickly preparing a pan with some eggs. Bruce didn't enter the kitchen, instead he stands in the doorway watching me.

"Come on in!" I said with excitement, he just chuckles instead and shakes his head.

"You don't need me to scramble eggs for you, I'm sure you can figure it out."

I roll my eyes as he finished his sentence, laughing at him a little.

"Yeah but your company means the world to me." I smile at him once more and he delivers it back to me.

It was nice to see him smile, an actual smile. Not anything that slightly didn't look like a smile but a forced one, this time he was genuinely happy and I could tell.

I thought it would be a great idea to turn up the fun for him, so I ask him where I could play the music but he said the speakers were in the living room, in which I roll my eyes to.

There's no way he could only have speakers in the living room, compare to how big the manor is. What if Alfred wanted to blast some harmony music for the day?

I take the chance to grab my phone and play a song for the both of us, I had to see him laugh at least once. I turn up the volume as I hit play.

The funky groove starts playing through the instruments and along the remix that has been mixed up. I wave my body a little to the beat, using a fork to push the eggs onto the plate. I grab a bread from the fridge, sliding my way back to the plate with a small dance moves as I swave my hips a little. I hear the small laugh from Bruce, which made me instantly look at him with a big smile.

"You truly are something." He says with a big smile on his lips. I point the fork at him dramatically singing the lyrics.

"When you do things like this, and you set me free!" I sing beautifully, hitting the small vocals along the way. I notice he watches me in amusement, causing him to fold his arms together. His smile is growing even more.

I grab the plate and slide my feet on the ground towards him. He chuckles at me for a little and grab the plate, thanking me.

"And you?" He arch an eyebrow but I shake my head.

Bruce narrows his eyes a little, grabbing a fork from the counter beside the doorway to avoid moving his body. He holds the plate in air, handing me the other fork. "Let's eat together then."

I smile of the thought of it. He isn't a selfish person afterall. Perhaps he just had to explain his emotions to me.

I take a small piece with my fork, meanwhile Bruce's grabs the bread with his other hand, leaving his fork on the plate. He holds the small piece up to my lips as my eyes trails up to his. I open my mouth slowly and he gently pushes the bread inside. I could feel my cheeks turning completely red from shyness. Bruce chuckles a little and grabs his fork again, grabbing a small piece for himself.

"Let me know if it's too much." He mutters, in which I shake my head quickly.

"No no," I mumble, chewing down the bread. "It's okay." A small smile creeps onto his lips as he trails the fork up to his mouth.

I completely forgot the song came to an end as it stops playing on its own.

"Well, what do we have here?" The sound of Alfred's voice in amusement as he stands on the small staircase that leads to the main room from the kitchen. We both darts our eyes towards Alfred, as he smiles and chuckles a little.

"It's nice to see you both getting along." He said playfully as he limps his way to make some coffee. I chuckle a little and look at Bruce who smiles softly at me, till I look back at Alfred.

"Would you like me to make the coffee for you?" I asked, Alfred shakes his head as he already hold onto the cup he just picked from the shelf.

"Enjoy your breakfast, you and Bruce needs it."

It's Friday today, so it's nice to finish off my day at work and come back to not-so grumpy of Bruce anymore. Things did get better after we ate breakfast together. He brought me my coat and I gently kissed him on the cheek. He didn't say anything but gave me a friendly smile but brushed his hand on my cheek. Something told me he were slowly falling and accepting it rather than being cold to me anymore.

It's been great for the past few days before. Work has been overwhelming but my boss, James, has helped me along the way. Something did tell me he liked to have me as his assistant and that perhaps he was going to give me a raise soon. But lord knows when that will be.

My hand stretches towards James, with the files he needed. meanwhile my mind is circling around Bruce. His gentle touch and the way he randomly starts feeding me with the bread. I chuckle of the thought of it. My hands grabs the files and head my way to James office, knocking on the door softly in which he asks me to come in. I walk in and hand him the files, he just simply nods to me. The entire office is quiet as usual, but people were rushing back and forth the hallway to either get a stamp on their files or hand it over to someone else.

I walk back to my office and sit down on the leather chair, dragging myself further to my desk. As I tap into the next files to look at, I get an instant vibration from my phone. I dig it up and place it on the counter, tapping my fingers through the screen. An anonymous text from a unrecognized number.

LETS TRY ANOTHER RIDDLE, SHALL WE?

WHO'S RICH ENOUGH TO BUY SILENCE, SND ESCAPE?

I narrow my eyes in confusion, as I leave a text back.

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Who's this?

THE ANSWER IS BRUCE WAYNE.

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WHAT IS BLUE AND BLACK, BUT HIDES IN THE SHADOW BEHIND HIS FATHERS LEGACY?

BRUCE WAYNE.

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AND WHO IS ABOUT TO REVEAL HIS CHARACTER ?

BRUCE.

WAYNE.

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