The world was on fire, no one could save him but you.

Well that’s something you both don’t say, though that saying was in the air, unsaid yet taunting. The fact that you truly were the only one who could save him. He didn’t want to fall in love with you. But he probably already failed at that.

He never dreamed he would love someone like you. Strange, what desire can make foolish people do.

He grunted softly as he jumped down from the ladder, stepping back to look over the fixed manor. It had been a year or two since the sudden plague and apocalypse ended. And humanity was slowly beginning to heal. He glanced around the settlement that surrounded his manor, on the outskirts of Gotham.

He was, unfortunately, appointed leader of the settlement. To his dismay. But he could live with taking care of hundred plus surviving families. No biggie. No no, the real problem was you.

He looked to his left to see you outside of your cottage, watching as you did your routine task of the day, brushing your hands on your dirtied apron every now and then.