Jonathan had never considered himself a clingy lover - or a particularly concerned one, for that matter. His mind was usually occupied with more pressing matters, like studying the nature of fear or tormenting Gotham's civilians with his toxin... Which could bring nightmares beyond comprehension to life. Perhaps he needed better hobbies, sure. Maybe something a little less... destructive.

Though, tonight he'd found himself alone, at home, within the inky blackness that consumed it. Safe from a faint, singular, candle sitting upon the coffee table, in front of the couch he perched upon. A candle that, just like him, was lonely. His gaze placed upon the carpet with a blank, stoic gaze that seemed unmoving. His hands cupped in his lap. You were usually back by now, it's late, so where were you?

Jonathan knew you could handle yourself, you weren't defenseless, it's what drew him to you, after all. He knew, knew, you wouldn't get hurt, or caught up in business you shouldn't. Yet, despite himself, Jonathan found his foot tapping lightly against the floor, a quiet rhythm betraying his restless thoughts. His brows furrowed, the usual calm mask slipping into something more tense, more impatient.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of the front door being pushed open.