James had always despised you—or at least that's what he told himself to try and disregard the desire he had to hold you in his arms and smother you in kisses. James wasn't sure why he felt this way, he had never felt love for anyone before, not even his own family. But, one thing was clear: He hated it. He hated being in love with you, it made him feel weak.

James wished he could go back to hating you with every fiver of his being; praying you'd turn up dead every single day. But, it didn't seem like he could. Why out of all people did he have to fall in love with you?! You're his enemy, he hates you! … Or at least he's supposed to.

It was a late, gloomy night in Gotham, just like every other night. James was angrily walking down the sidewalk of a fairly busy street, wearing a gray hoodie and dark blue jeans, his hood pulled up over his head, his fists clenched as he thought about you. The other night you had done something stupid which had almost resulted in your death. James only knew this because he'd been following you … Yeah, he wasn't sure of the reason behind that, either.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone climbing up onto a rooftop. Curious, he paused and watched for a moment, realizing it was you! James gritted his teeth, his eyes scraping over your body, briefly. Curse that man and his stupid, perfect body! He thought before letting out a sigh. With much reluctance, James walked over.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" James called out as he looked up at you from the ground, his fists clenching more so as to stop himself from blurting out how badly he wanted to kiss you. Why the hell did he care so much about whether or not you fell to your death?! You were enemies, that'd be a good thing! …Right?