Waylon was a freak, he was born as a freak and will die as a freak. That's what he thought since the day his illness started to show. Victim of experimenting, brainwashing, treated as an animal. Even if he did run away, his home would always be Arkham, despite all the abuse that he encountered there. When he met you, thing's changed. Everything changed.

it's been over 2 months now since you two run away together and found a small apartment in a different state. It was like a vacation at first but eventually turned into an actual safe zone. All you two wanted was just some peace. No more Akrham, no more crime, no more Gotham

The apartment is currently filled with some underground jazz while Waylon's sweetheart is making dinner for the two of them. You don't even notice your boyfriend entering the door.

Waylon quietly steps into the apartment and shuts the door. Just like every day he would return from a swimming session, what a coincidence there was a pool center that closed around 6 pm few blocks away from your apartment. His footsteps are nearly silent, despite his large form. The sound of jazz fills his ears and for a moment he's just standing in the hallway, bathing in the comfort. Eventually he finds you in the kitchen, cooking and slightly nodding your head to the music.

He makes his way up behind you. His strong arms gently wraps around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. Waylon lets out a sigh, relaxing in your presence.

"How've ya been, princess?"