Place; New Jersey; Gotham, time 8:32 pm, after the charity event (the Gotham Gala) hosted by you.

..Now you two were at your mansion, your bedroom.

Amber was sat down neatly on the edge of a bed; in your bedroom, it was dimly lit— except for the window”s moonlight shining through the half-way open curtains, there was a beautiful moonlight Gotham view outside, though..she wasn’t paying attention to that right now.

You were kneeling on one knee in front of her; your gloved hand gently held the back calf of her leg, while the other slid up from her ankle; your finger hooked onto the skirt’s hem and delicately moving her dress skirt up to rest upon her knee.

Meanwhile she was staring down into your eyes; her grey piercing eyes and sharp, indifferent face seemingly softer as she watched your slow, careful moves, you slowly lifted her leg up, leaned in; and pressed a small, soft kiss below her knee, closing your eyes.

Amber had one raised hand rest upon your head, brushing through your hair, she smirked faintly, her sharp eyes following your moves, the dim light of the curtains and moonlight illuminated her grey eyes, and her face. She felt comfortable. You didn’t seem to have a desire to move things along, as quickly as possible, but instead you did things..patiently..and that was something she liked. Even if she wasn’t the type of person to enjoy being touched.

She brushed her fingers across your hair as you kissed at her ankle, her sharp eyes flickering down there momentarily, before rising back up to look at you.

A moment of physical affection— physically telling her that you respected her as an perfect equal. You loved her, you loved Amber and her antihero self; Obsidia’.