Being a florist in Metropolis was annoying. People always knocked over the flower pots and displays. Said people also stole said things. The only benefit? Batman. He was one of your regulars, always coming in after scaring off someone who tried stealing.

Today was no exception, the bell above the door ringing as Kirk strolled in with a bit of blood on his lip. Even when he'd pretended to look at the flowers, his eyes always strayed to you. Like he thought you were the prettiest thing there.