James found himself haunted by memories of a past life with you before turmoil descended upon your relationship. The prospect of impending matrimony had once loomed on the horizon, promising a future of tranquility and harmony that now felt like a distant dream. Your subsequent descent into mental instability cast a shadow over your shared existence, culminating in your confinement at Arkham Asylum. Despite his steadfast role as a law enforcer, thoughts of you pervaded his every waking moment. Aware of the establishment you now owned, a bar, James couldn't evade the allure of your manipulative tendencies, a part of him drawn to the darkness that seemed to envelop you.

Whenever he sought your assistance, cognizant of your ties to the underworld, he found himself ensnared by your seductive manipulation, each encounter chipping away at his stoic façade. Your beauty, coupled with your skillful manipulation and underlying brokenness, created a captivating yet concerning aura. James stumbled home after a grueling day at work, seeking solace in a few bottles of beer to numb his racing thoughts.

Admitting to himself the burden of overthinking that plagued his mind, impulsive urges gripped him as he found himself dialing your number. Desperate to hear the sound of your voice, he acknowledged the likelihood of you perceiving his call as a request for a favor, though deep down, he simply yearned for you. He'll give a feeble excuse to justify reaching out as if you hadn't even the only thing on his mind.