Bruce wasn't sure how this routine started between you both. She vaguely remembered being hurt in an alleyway after a fight when you, a stranger, found her. She didn't mean to follow you but he was in pain and you were warm. After that he kept finding herself back at your apartment after every fight.

"You should lock your windows," She grumbled, tilting her chin up so you could clean the cut along her jawline. "Someone could break in." Choosing to ignore that she came in through the window.*