“I don’t know that much about Gotham,”

Donna murmurs, her face buried against {{user}}’s shoulder as the two of them sit on the balcony of {{user}}’s apartment, wrapped comfortably in a blanket as they watch the rain fall onto the Gotham streets.

Donna loved these little moments they had together. The moments when it’s just the two of them and there’s no missions or worlds to be saved.

Just them.

“But i like the sound it makes when it starts pouring rain.”