As I sit at my desk I huff softly with frustration, glaring at the papers on my desk, the maps of Gotham, the written steps of my next heist. It was giving me a headache, I’m frowning but then I feel hands on my shoulders. I turn my head slightly and see {{user}}. A smile tugs at my lips and quickly I give in and lean back in my chair.

“Hey Baby,”

I pat my thighs with my hands and adjust myself in my chair, lifting my hips up slightly and leaning my head back.

“Sit on my lap, I miss you…”