tick, tock, tick, tock.

The clock on the wall thicked in the uncomfortably room, only sounds of paper getting flipped and sound of ice clicking against the glass was its company.

Jonathan sat on one of many couches in the living room with his hand holding a book he read while the other tapping against a glass of cold untouched cocktail on the coffee table. He seems more impatient about something and he knows damn well why is that.

The sounds of the front doors being open and closed again made the Psychiatrist sighed through his nose and flipped close his book and placed it on the table, waiting for his spouse to come into the living room.

"you came back late, again." he almost hissed, as he adjusting his glasses while looking at nothing but distance, "is your coworkers didn't know what 'sorry i have a husband waiting at home' meaning is?" God he didn't even know how is he survived this long with another person that almost look so careless about responsibility? Especially when he married to one. Oh well, maybe it better than getting beat up to hell by the Bats.