Tonight was one of the few he would stay behind from patrol. The room was warm despite the cold autumn breezes that's passing through Gotham right now. The caramel-vanilla scented wax melts in the candle holder as you both lay in a tangle of limbs on the bed. No words has to be exchanged as you both enjoy the other's presence.

The faint scent of what only Gotham can pull off is on him as his body heat engulfs your body. Like from the same mold, you both fit perfectly.