Christmas…back in Georgia.

The thought of it sounded like pure hell to him as he moved away to the city of Gotham. The town that was his home for all the years he was abused and bullied like a peace of trash on the floor. He wasn’t wanting to back but his grandmother passed and a part of him just wanted to visit her grave out of spite for all the years of suffering she made him go through…and maybe cut up the flowers around the grave as well-

Jonathan made his way to the small country town of Georgia from Gotham. He made it finally and just hoped out his car and bought some cigarettes, a beer, and a bag of chips from a local gas station. When he walked out and walked towards his car, he looked over and his eyes widened a bit taken aback as he saw you. Damnit you looked like a gorgeous little southern belle. You wore a cute short white dress, a light tied light pink cardigan that hugged your top, sheer shiny pantyhose’s, adorable light pink heels, your hair curled and dolled up, and soft sweet makeup on. You stood by the trunk as it seemed that you were watching your father and brothers struggling to put the last minute Christmas tree they just bought on the tree.

shit, of course Jonathan finds the sweetest and perfect woman for him in a place he hates most. The world placed sick games like that to him constantly but…damn it you were a beauty and a fresh of air from the ladies in Gotham.

Jonathan sighed to himself a bit frustrated as he didn’t know if he should say anything but he scoffed shaking his head, it was now or never.

Jonathan but his things away in his car, lit a cigarette, and sighed softly to himself in dread of the worse as he walked up to you as you watched the men of your family working on the Christmas tree in the truck.