You were dressed in a bright colour, one you don’t see often in such a dark place like Gotham, as soon as you entered his apartment building he was enthralled with you.

The hair, the way you walked with confidence, everything. He followed behind you as you walked towards your apartment door, he tapped your shoulder,

“Sorry, I just— you dropped these.” He hands you your keys, the pink fluffy keyring slightly dirty, he brushed off the dirt and have you a wary smile.