"Let me explain," I said sincerely, knowing it wouldn't be the time to be rough on her.

I'm sure she's shocked, yet again I'm curious how she found out. Who told her? It couldn't be Alfred; he would never risk my reputation to come out.

She scoffs in disbelief, shakes her head repeatedly, and rushes as far as possible. I instantly left my bike, following wherever she was going in this dark, twisted city.

"Daisy," I said till I sped up my tracks and grabbed hold of her arm. "Please, let me explain-"

"No!" Daisy interrupts as she yells in frustration, removing her arm from my grip. "I had to put two and two together since a random number texted me, yet I didn't get the answer from him! But it made sense. He has the same eyes as you and the same voice, just a little deeper." She turned her attention to me, and I could tell how it affected her through her eyes.

My mind couldn't stop circling the fact somebody texted her, but it wasn't important right now. What's essential is Daisy's reaction, and by all means, I understand her concern.

"It was for your protection." I protested, yet I wasn't lying one bit.

"Oh really?" She scoffs, shaking her head once more.

"Daisy, me talking to you is already a risk enough for you to be killed," I said straightforwardly, without any remorse. "Nobody knows other than Alfred and you, and I want to keep it that way. If you are going to hate me, then I'm sorry, but I have to protect my reputation."

Daisy didn't say a thing; instead, her eyes bore into mine as her expression changed from relaxing her muscles around her facial structure.

"You have to believe me that I did it simply out of protection. Not only for myself but you." I said, waiting for a response.

Her eyes are still concentrating on me, but she grabs around her coat and wraps both of her arms around herself. It's still raining, so I can imagine she's freezing.

"I need you to say something, Daisy," I mutter. "I won't be able to live with myself if you hate me."

"Why?" She said with a slight attitude, with no hesitation.

I shrug a little till I face the ground, unsure if it was the right time to tell her about my feelings. She already has to deal with the fact I'm Batman and confessing my feelings would make her think this is all a game I'm playing. I know her in the back of my hand, and she's not stupid enough to settle with my emotions. Instead, it got tranquil for a few seconds until I heard the sound of her chuckling with no humor in her tone.

"Right. Enjoy your night." Daisy walks away as I hear the sound of her heels clicking through the sidewalk before it slowly disappears out in the open.

And for a moment, I let her walk away from me like it meant nothing. My intuition is fighting the urge to run after her; meanwhile, my mind thinks it's for the better. I told her it was best to stay away from me, and maybe it's for the better now.

My eyelids squint in frustration. "Fuck it," I mumble, speeding up my movements as I follow her from behind. She hears the steps very clearly as she tilts her head backward. Daisy instantly stops, muttering what I want, till I grasp onto her arm and forces her to face me. It might've hurt her arm a little, but it didn't matter compared to what I was about to say.

"I need you," I trail off quickly as my voice pushes onto each word. "I need you in my life, Daisy, that's why. If I don't have you around me, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. If you leave now, I'll stop. I won't force myself on you, and I won't do anything. But if you choose to stay," I pause for a second as I inches closer, collapsing our breath together. "I won't hide anything from you because I want you for the rest of my life."

Her eyes widened from the beginning of my sentence, completely speechless from what I had just confronted. By now, she probably puzzles it all together that I'm falling in love with her. Daisy didn't move an inch, not even for a second. Instead, I let her proceed with the information I gave her, unleashing my grip on her arm, waiting for a couple of seconds, watching her inhale all the oxygen she could.

"You're freezing," I said, breaking the silence. "Please, let's walk inside. I don't want you to get sick." My feet step beside her before resting my palm against her back. Daisy lifts her head a little, not losing eye contact.

"Are you falling for me, Bruce?" She asked quietly, avoiding what I said.

I didn't have time to negotiate it with myself because my mind would instantly tell me not to speak about it any longer, and my heart would conflict with my thoughts. Am I falling for her? One hundred percent, but am I having difficulty acting on it? Yes. No doubt.

"Yes."

Her soft expression slowly turned cold, shaking my hand off her back. "Well don't."

Without anything further to say, she walks away from the conversation.

My eyes stare into the dark grayish depths of nothing, feeling hopeless and empty as she disappears—everything comes to a pause, too sick with longing for her. I didn't know how to describe it. The emotions are floating inside of me as an instant reflection.

I shut the door quietly, in which I hear the familiar thud. I figure it's Alfred and his stock.

"Bruce?" Alfred's voice made me look through the hallway as he appeared at the central doorway.

"Daisy was upset. I'm not sure why, but she came back home and grabbed her bag." He says worryingly.

"She knows," I mutter, taking off my coat that's soaking in water. The small amount of water drops from my hair and drips on the floor, avoiding to throw my hair back. I didn't look at Alfred, but I'm sure his impression was more than shocking.

"Oh my," the sound of Alfred's voice lowering down. "How did she find out?"

"Doesn't matter," I said instantly, walking upstairs to avoid continuing the conversation.

As I walk inside the main bedroom that used to be mine a couple of days ago, her scent has been spreading everywhere. She still has some of her clothes hanging on the edge of the bed or the chair beside the glass window, and everything is still here.

The strike of anger starts streaming through my blood as I clench my jaw, tightening the palm of my hands. It wasn't her or her smell that bothered me, and I am furious at myself.

If I simply just told her, she would've understood. But for my own protection and hers, it was better to keep it hidden. But I lost her in the end; with the amount of times I tried to push her off of me, she finally managed to walk out of my life. Yet everything changed, and I didn't want her to step out of my life any longer.

There rises a strong urge within me to throw the things I could possibly grasp on or instead hit something. My heart rate increases, and a rush of blood cells consuming together, such as adrenaline, generates a pulse of energy strong enough for vigorous action; that's when I release the tensions.

I wasn't sure what I did until everything went back to normal. I must've black-out for a second, but I heard the sound of Alfred yelling my name. As I scanned the area, I quickly watched Alfred holding both of his hands against the doorway; meanwhile, his stock was on the ground, barely moving a muscle in his face. His eyes are completely wide open from complete horror, as I can feel my breathing getting heavier. My hands are tightened like a fist, and my chest is rapidly moving up and down. The more I look around, the more I realize what I have destroyed. The leather chair is broken into two pieces. My table is on the floor with the rest of the decorations added to the table: completely shattered glasses and a hole in the wall. I look down at my feet, shutting my eyes as I try to calm my heart from beating so fast.

I felt utterly powerless. I lost her.