A knocking at the door [Summer]

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“I can’t stop talking. Do you hear this Allen? Do you hear? I can speak?! It’s been what? Three months? I can talk! She actually did it! I feel like a Disney Princesses who has just awoke from a curse. Can you believe this?” Edward was in the back seat of his car. He had a large amount of pint up energy, and was bouncing back and forth in the car like a hyped up child on chocolate. He kept gazing out into Gotham, everything felt a new, everything felt right.

Deidre was giggling in the front seat. “Boss, I knew you’d figure somethin’ out!” she said while smacking on her gum. Allen just grunted as he drove. He looked like he was trying to fight away a headache that likely wouldn’t be happening since his loud mouth boss could speak again.

Edward’s fingers were at the car window, looking as the building passed in the night sky. It was late, almost early in some regards. He felt like he could go on a thirty mile marathon and still have enough energy to take on Superman. He had no plans on sleeping tonight, especially when he needed to test to make certain everything was working as it should be.

“You can drop me off here, Allen,” he said, as they came in front of an apartment building. This was likely one his stupidest and fool hearty ideas that had ever crossed his mind, and there was a possible chance that she wasn’t even there, though he had a fairly decent idea of her schedule.

As soon as the car stopped, he got out and strutted through the front entrance. He would have been more noticeable as the Riddler, if his suit wasn’t such a disheveled mess. He didn’t care though. He didn’t have any patience at the moment. He needed something that had been denied from him. He went to the elevator, clicked on her floor, and went straight to her door.

He banged out it roughly, if only to wake her up. He waited outside, his foot tapping impatiently on the ground. He really wasn’t thinking this through. He hadn’t brought any flowers, jewelry, or poems. Well if he was turned away, he wouldn’t be surprised, but he was here, so he planned to give it a shot none the less.

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Her laptop was in sleep mode, and so was she – spread out on her chic sofa and surrounded by various papers. After a late night at the studio, she only went home so she could continue her work, though sometime around one she had unknowingly drift off into sleep and was resting peacefully. The large window, floor length window from the top of her suite displayed Gotham nightlife in all its glory. Other than the small contained area of the couch and coffee table, the rest of the apartment was nearly pristine. The young reporter spent a great deal of time away from her residence, and the flat though luxurious – had little touches to prove that it was actually someone’s ‘home’ Decorated with abstract furniture with a greyscale premise, various pops of color illuminated the space. The only thing seeming out of place was the dozen dying roses she had been given by a suitor at work that now were wilted from the lack of water.

Disturbed from her dreams, she was awakened with a loud knock on her door. Sitting up with a start, she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light in her apartment. Still a bit drowsy, she stood up and tightened the silk robe that caressed her hour glass frame. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror to make sure she looked acceptable. Having only fallen asleep a little less than a half-hour ago, her hair still fell into loose, spiral curls and her signature red lipstick still stained her large lips. Running her fingers quickly through her hair, the former sleeping beauty then glanced at the time, started when she noticed how late it was.

While she was a rather popular figure in Gotham city, she hadn’t expected anyone at this time. Checking her phone to see if she had any missed calls, the situation didn’t seem to be an emergency. Confused, she bit her lower lip as she started cautiously toward the door, glancing out the peephole to lay eyes on the ever-handsome, Edward Nigma.

She smiled for a moment, before turning back to one of the many decorative mirrors that adorned the walls of the vain beauty. She smiled at the result once more time before opening the door, still slightly perplexed. Summer wasn’t sure what it was about Edward, but he caused her heart to skip a bit. While they were at odds one end and far from it the next, she had grown to crave the ambitious rollercoaster that he took her on.

“Well this is certainly a surprise. It’s pretty late- “ She looked up with him, leaning against the doorframe. “Is everything alright?” She asked curiously.

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Edward didn’t enjoy waiting, especially with how hyped up he currently was. He started to pace partially in the hallway. His hand running through his hair, as the confidence of his voice returning had started to dwindle back to reality. The longer he waited outside, the more he started to think this was a stupid idea. First off, Bambi was extremely dim witted and thick headed to the point that it legitimately frustrated him. Second, she was quite annoying, constantly getting in his way like a fat kid coming into a china shop and destroying everything. Third, she was in the press, an organization he had little to no respect for, especially with all the lies they spread. He should have gone to the Iceberg and picked up a random girl instead, but something had drawn him to her door.

He heard movement on the other side of the door and paused in his pacing to face it, if she were smart she would be retrieving a gun. After all, he was a notorious criminal from the Rogue Gallery. But Bambi liked to play dumb, so he felt fairly comfortable that his presence wouldn’t be threatened. The door opened revealing her small form. He often forgot how short she was when she wasn’t wearing heels. She looked quite adorable, yet a sense of subtle sexuality with how her robe clung to her form. Seeing her, he dismissed the idea of this being stupid immediately.

His body moved towards hers, as he leaned himself against the same door frame. He looked down at her, his hand slipping to her waist, and softly caressing it as he brought their bodies closer to one another. “For a news anchor, you’re fairly out dated in the happenings of the citizens in Gotham,” he whispered, a teasing smirk danced over his face. He highly doubted she even knew anything about what he had gone through for the last couple months. He certainly hadn’t advertised it to the press.

“It’s alright, I could never expect the press to know how to do their job,” he remarked, keeping his eyes on her large doe like ones. “Invite me in,” he stated.

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It seemed as though his arrival wasn’t to intimidate her, though he always managed to regardless. Not finding the situation particularly threating – though it was unusual, the petite redhead lowered her guard for the time being. After all, her curiosity was getting the best of her. Working at Iceberg placed her in situations where she would deal with others in the same business of Edward, all enveloped in their own world in which they seemed to rule. Edward Nigma’s name left the lips of many that inhabited the bar, though Summer found the recent rumors the most startling. Though she attempted to acquire more information there was almost so much that she could do without angering her customers, making it best to stay quiet and sit on laps.  

The young reporter was expecting words to leave the man’s lips, making it almost hard to disguise her surprised when a graceful statement trailed from his mouth. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, only to find now that she was at a loss for words. “You just-you can…” He pulled her closer, forcing her to crane her neck so that she could meet his gaze. “I heard that you couldn’t speak.” She managed finally, his hands easily gliding across the silky exterior of her robe as the distance between them closed.  

The initial shock slowly managed to subside, though the questions multiple on the tip of her tongue. His insults barely fazed her as she focused on his lips, his mouth – finding herself more preoccupied with it than usual. The redhead only snapped out of it as his order, causing her to blink rapidly as she found herself back in the conversation. “And why should I do that.” Summer taunted, though she pushed the door open slightly so that it swung open to expose her pristine flat.  

notes: proboards is messing up for me </3 sorry it is a plain post! will make pretty next time. 
outfit: same as before 

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Ah, so news of his predicament had reached her ears. This town, especially the criminals did enjoy loosening their lips to any thug that passed. It would have annoyed him, if he wasn’t so happy with his current results. He would put that part of his past behind him, except for the justice he planned to eventually serve to the harpy that had caused him such dread. For now, he would see if everything was back and running again.

“You heard incorrectly, it seems,” he smirked, his free hand tracing up her silk robe, along her neck and towards a stray strand of hair. He softly brushed it behind her ear, as he looked down at her. She looked so young, almost too young for him. Edward, however, was never one to put limitations on himself.

He took a step forward, bringing their bodies even closer together. “Because if you don’t, I will leave, and what type of dull story would that be?” he whispered, tilting his head lower, his lips a breath away from her own. He might not have brought gifts, but he still knew how to woe a woman, especially since he now had the return of his silver tongue.

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Of course – living up to her stereotype of the nosy news reporter, Summer couldn’t just stop there. The conversation that she had eavesdropped on had been coursing around in her troubled little head for a while now. She was determined to find answers, though it appeared that his situation had been rendered and he now possessed his speech and the words that she found herself clinging to each word as usual. From what she had managed to overhear he was using a voice that was not his own, almost mechanical. Though she was unsure of how much of the story was accurate, she had heard several variations of it which only caused her curiosity to grow.

“-But…” She insisted. “I heard you had some kind of brain damage or something….you had to talk using a machine” He couldn’t have expected her to dismiss this so quickly, but her body reacted according to his. Goosebumps racing across every inch of her exposed skin as his hands roamed across her hourglass frame, a small gasp fell from her plump lips as if to inform him that he was pushing all the right buttons – though it would take more than that to shut her up. “You are lying…how did you get out of this one?” She insisted once more with a taunt, her voice lowered slightly and her body fitting perfectly against his tall, slender frame.

His comment however, brought a smile to her red lips though she attempted to hide it so he wouldn’t have the satisfaction. "I guess I was just a little caught off guard that you are giving me a choice in the matter." She smirked almost mischievously. It was mutually known that in the past Summer didn't exactly call the shots, though she had grown to crave the situations she had been placed into. "....but you know I am always up for a good story. Are you telling me that is why you are here?” She cooed as she guided him inside. His lips were dangerous close to hers, almost daring her to meet them. It was almost impossible for her to refuse submitting though of her wanted to, fully aware that things were not going to end with a chaste kiss. There was something about Edward Nigma that made him desirable, almost as if she craved him. However, he did everything in her power to move the rest of the way and complete the kiss – allowing him to be the one to insinuate it this time.

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He almost considered it humorous how infatuated she could be with an idea of a good story, and how distracted she became as the distances between them decreased. He knew the sexual tension between them had lingered since that day in the bank. If she had merely been a random girl at a bar and not a noisy reporter getting herself stuck into terrible situation, he would have satisfied his appetite months ago. However, one can never be too careful around the press, they had no qualms about opening their mouth about any and all information. Speaking of…his eyes fell to her full lips, his gloved hand coming up and rubbing his thumb along her parted bottom lip, his mind dancing into a far inappropriate place that wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility for tonight. He was a man after all, and it had been a long time, that harpy had made certain of it.

His free hand gripped into the silk of her robe, as his body followed hers within the confines of the apartment. He didn’t look around or explore. The apartment’s belongings were not as fascinating as the current woman before him. “Has anyone ever told you that you talk to much?” he whispered, and leaned forward capturing her lips against his roughly, his body feeling the familiar sensation. Normally, he could be patient, he could dance the game, and make certain the woman’s needs were satisfied as much as his own. Tonight, on the other hand, he couldn’t control himself. His hand slipped into to her robe running up her body and underneath the fabric, as he pushed her up against the nearest wall, pressing his hips against hers, as his other hand ran up her thigh. His lips consumed her, not even giving her a chance to breath.

He broke the kiss, panting heavily, as he looked down at her form. “You know why I am here, Bambi,” he smirked and kissed her again, softer than before. “I am a man that knows what he wants,” he spoke lowly, his lips trailing across her jaw line to her ear, “Riddle me this, what does the Riddler want?” He nipped at her ear lobe, his fingers gripping tightly into her skin.

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There were so many questions running through her head. What was he here for? She had met his demands, given him what he wanted. How did he know she lived here? Was it bad that she was more excited to see him than she was afraid or worried?

He was coming considerably closer, the distance between them now not-existent. She backed up slightly, simply to see if he would close the space once more. There was nowhere else to go, but part of her didn’t want to go anywhere. The risk and the danger of his presence alone was enough to intrigue her. It was a complicated relationship to say the least. The last time they spoke she had been basically blackmailed and the time prior she had nearly been strangled in a public setting. However, something had come over her. An undeniable chemistry surrounded the pair that she couldn’t even begin to deny.

Summer’s endless trails of questions were silenced as he reached toward her. She flinched very slightly at first as he reached toward her rather large lips, and a shaky breath fell from them. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, much so that she swore she could hear it in her ear drums. Could he hear it too?

She led him into the apartment, though the closeness retained. His large hands clutched the smooth fabric of her robe, causing it to cinch and quite a bit of skin become exposed. “Once or tw-“ she began, as he leaned in. Within moments she was trapped in an aggressive and passionate kiss, which she quickly surrendered to. His hands moved underneath the silk fabric, rooming along her curves as he directed her to the wall. A small noise of surprise flew from her lips and into his mouth as she found herself pressed against the neutral-colored wall.

For a woman who longed for structure and control, she seemed far too willing to surrender it at this moment. The simple knot securing her robe came loose in the process. She leaned her body into his, feeling small against his tall, lean frame. She returned the kiss with equal intensity, a small moan falling from his lips as his hands continued to explore her petite frame.

He pulled away, leaving her full lips in a pout as she looked up at him. Her back firmly pressed against the wall, she attempted to catch her breath. Summer’s ample chest began to rise and fall rapidly. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been with someone. Her career and current project at Iceberg had occupied a great deal of her already limited time. Accepting the kiss, he pulled away once more. When she moved to reunite their lips once more, she found her back pressed against the wall once more as he moved closer. If every inch of her body wasn’t already covered in goosebumps, it surely was now.

An involuntary shiver raced down her spine as his lips tickled her skin, ending at her earlobe. Summer was so caught up in the moment, that it clouded her head. Summer Gleeson: public figure, well-known news anchor, talk show host and socialite didn’t typically end up in the same sentence with the name Edward Nigma. Well, unless you are going to count when he locked her in a safe. However, now it didn’t seem to matter. Her body craved his. She was eager for his next move, though she almost wanted to aggravate him, hoping he might take out said emotions on her. “An I-Spy book?” She mananged quietly as she referred to the well-known picture riddle book that occupied young readers.

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His eyes ran up and down her small form, his hands slowly grasping the fabric of her nightgown, bunching it up in his hands and slowly raised the fabric further up her thigh until his fingers came in contact with skin. Yes, he had knocked on the right door, she looked like she was suffocating in the mere presence of him, which he couldn’t blame her, most women had a natural desire for his confidence. There was also something about her, in that innocent stupid way, like he was playing with something delicate.

He was in far too good of a mood from his recovery to be pulled into his temper. Her sly comment only caused a smirk to pull at his face, as he leaned his forehead against hers. “Now dear, it takes me about five minutes to finish an I-Spy Book, my plans for tonight will take hours,” he whispered. His one hand went to her collar bone, he slowly slid it across to her shoulder and started to push the sleeve of her robe to the side until it fell off her shoulder all together.

Without warning, he grabbed a hold of her jaw, lifting her chin up and bringing their lips a breath a part. He locked eyes with her large big doe like ones, making certain she was listening. Edward Nigma was a gentleman at the very least. While going to a woman’s apartment, knocking on the door, and seducing them for nightly activities like a booty call was not the most gentlemen of action, he would never force himself upon anyone. He always made sure he had permission. He would go to jail for murder, conspiracy, fraud, money laundering, tax evasion, but he would never get slapped with a rape charge. Never, it was beneath him. He didn’t need to force himself upon anyone, he was the Riddler.

“Bambi, I know you have difficulties with listening, so I’m going to make this extremely clear,” he whispered, “Do you want to spend the night with me? Or would you like me to leave? And because you know how much I enjoy time limits, I’m going to give you thirty seconds to decide.” He smirked, running his hand into her thick hair, “One….two…”

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He was in a particularly good mood. Moments had passed without a hint of tension or trouble. It was a nice surprise, but Summer had come to crave the conflict either way. Edward Nigma was labeled dangerous with and endless list of crimes which for some reason made him off-limits and desirable at the same time for the naïve young reporter. As witty as she considered her comment to be, the reaction from him was not expected, but it mananged to excite her none the less. She bit down on her lower lip in the attempt to suppress a grin, though it hardly did the job of containing any hint of a smile.

She allowed him to move the fabric of her robe, the material leaving a trail of goosebumps across her fair skin. The redhead’s fingers trailed against the buttons of his shirt, toying with them as she refrained from eagerly ripping it open. As she moved to bring her lips to his once more, she was caught off guard as he seized her jaw, bringing her to eye-level.

Summer couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his comment towards her listening ability. It wasn’t exactly that she didn’t do it well; she just didn’t particularly do it often in certain situations. This one, however was different. A sinister smile crept onto her own lips as she was given the time limit. He did seem to be a fan of games whereas she usually had little patience for them. “I don’t need a time limit, I already have an answer.” Summer said with a grin, undoing each of the button slowly as she found her breath.

“But there are just two rules.” She looked up to meet his gaze once more. Was she taking control of the situation – that was a first as far as the pair was concerned, but perhaps she was getting ahead of herself. “First- this needs to stay off the record, so to speak. It’s pretty obvious who we align ourselves with and I can’t particularly afford to have this leaked I doubt that you can either. So, we will keep this between us-“ Now that the technicalities were out of the way, she started on her second rule. “Secondly, don’t leave any marks.” She informed, seizing his now loosened tie to pull him back toward her.


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He watched as that devilish grin spread across her innocent sweet features. It captivated him how she could hold so much mischief and yet ignorance at the same time, truly a kitten attempting to play tiger. Hearing she had an answer and based on her body language alone made his anticipation grow. He knew she would agree to it, and part of him didn’t even want to wait for her to speak, but he held still all the same, acutely aware of each button coming undone on his disheveled shirt.

His face deadpanned as she mentioned rules, and a small frown appeared on his lips. He usually made the rules, not the other way around. Obviously being a career criminal, he held little respect for people’s “rules”. As she explained them, he waited patiently, taking them in, understanding them, and then nodding. Neither were difficult, nor unexpected. He smirked, and brought his lips to her ear. “The second one might be difficult,” he teased, and felt the grip in his tie. He happily followed it, and pressed his lips roughly against hers. He felt like a wall had fallen, and his hands went to her exposed thighs, picking her up and running his hands over her skin. She had such a small frame that seemed to fit perfectly with his own, and he easily carried her to where he suspected the bedroom to bed, locking his lips with hers.

When he reached the bed, he dropped her on it without warning, standing above her and taking in her frazzled form waiting for him. Her long red hair spread out over the sheets. He smirked, and undid his tie, dropping it to the ground. He then undid the rest of his shirt, pulling it off, his eyes never leaving her form on the bed. “You are one of the strangest girls I’ve ever had the pleasure of coming across,” he remarked, kicking off his green shoes with the back of his foot. He then placed a knee on the bed, as his hand grabbed her ankle. He brought her leg up and laid a soft kiss on her ankle, he slowly trailed his lips up her smooth porcelain skin of her leg, crawling on top of her form. When he reached the edge of her gown, his hands gripped it and started to pull it over her body, his lips kissing each new expose access of skin. He pulled the garment over her head, tossing it somewhere into the room, his body now fully on top of hers. He locked eyes with her large ones again, smirking before kissing her passionately.

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He didn’t normally sleep over, he usually made his exit in the early morning to avoid any questions or clinginess, but he found himself waking up with the sun coming through the window. He had his arm wrapped around her small frame as she slept softly on his chest. It had been so long since he had done that, since that she devil had taken the ability away. He had forgotten how truly euphoric it was. It had felt amazing, and this woman had been amazing. God, he felt good. He felt alive. More alive than after his dip in the pit. More alive than when he escaped his abusive father. He felt great. He kissed the top of her forehead. It was a rare moment seeing her silent. He then slowly slipped out of her hold, making certain not to wake her. He grabbed his question mark boxers on the floor, pulling them on before heading out to the kitchen. He wondered if she had anything to cook. He felt like having a five star breakfast right now.

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From there, it was a blur. A hot, intense and much-awaited blur. It was her desired scandal and passion all mixed into one and all of her cravings were sure to be satisfied within the course of the evening. Despite the last sentence to leave his lips, she didn’t seem to be backing down from the offer anytime soon. Her body craved his, the same feelings returning that had overwhelmed her the moment they met at that particularly shady warehouse. Who would have known that a hostage situation would have turned into something so desirable?

He seemed content with her rules, though part of her considered that maybe he was just nodding in cooperation to precede to the fun part. However, the thought came a little too late and she giggled as he picked her up. Her body fit against his perfectly, her lips quickly reunited with his. A tour of her apartment seemed unnecessary at this point, though he managed to find the bedroom in no time at all. She released a willing moan into his mouth as the concentration between their lips refused to break for a moment.

The moment she was released, her hour-glass frame hit the Egyptian cotton sheets. What was left of her robe was removed from her porcelain skin and she was left completely exposed. She gave a small sigh of impatience as he hastily removed the rest of his clothes, smirking at his comment. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Summer managed her voice breathy as her chest fell and rose at a rapid speed. “Hurry up.” The redhead ordered with a smile, eager for their bodies to reunite once more. Sure enough, she got her wish.

When had been the last time she had slept so well? No deadline to worry about the next day or issue unresolved. In fact, she was stress free as her wide green eyes opened to greet the day. Her body was more than willing to start the day, as she sat up in her bed. For a moment, she pondered her experience being nothing more than a dream, but the discarded clothes on the floor were enough proof that it hadn’t been. The same mischievous smirk played on her lips as she climbed out of the king-sized bed. It wasn’t until this point that she noticed the lower half of her body aching slightly, but she easily ignored it.

She silently slipped out of the bedroom and spotted him in the kitchen. Frowning slightly when she realized the lack of food her kitchen had to offer, she quickly remembered ‘breakfast’ was a common theme in most households –even if it wasn’t in her own. Heading back into the bedroom, she grabbed her phone and texted a brief order to her personal assistant. Jay’s diner: get me breakfast stuff. ASAP. Eggs, pancakes…whatever people typically eat. Leave it in the lobby.

Still unclothed, she found her way back to the main room, starting toward the kitchenette to prepare some coffee in a coffee maker she spent way too much money on. “Sorry, my fridge is pretty …. Disappointing. Eating isn’t exactly a priority, but that is what personal assistants are for. Anything you want in particular? I can even have her arrange it in the shape of question marks if it suits you.” Summer teased, moving to preparing the coffee. After having this brew imported with care, it was sure to suit the likes of him.

She wasn’t used to having people over. Instead, she typically stayed the night at their place. Though come to think of it, she couldn’t begin to imagine what his place was like. Surely it wasn’t the ware house she had stumbled upon? The last person to spend the night at her house had to have been her boyfriend of months. So- where did she go from here? Breakfast….right? Why was that the furthest thing from her mind? Summer was more than ready for round too. “Sorry, I not exactly good at this whole, morning after thing….so feel free to correct me. I am more of a hit-and-run person myself.” She said with a smirk.


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Edward opened her fridge to find….nothing. His bottom lip pouted out as he took in the empty shelves. He had heard that less women cooked in the 21st Century, but this was a bit ridiculous. He shut the fridge and started going through her cabinets, looking for a pantry of sort. He felt a bit out of place. Edward considered himself a chef in some ways. He enjoyed cooking, and he especially enjoyed cooking for others. It usually earned him praise and compliments, and as expected, Edward loved his ego being stroke. He found nothing edible. There went that romantic gesture, he thought to himself as he closed the cabinet door and leaned himself against the counter of the kitchen.

His eyes lifted as he watched her form slip out of the bedroom and towards his direction. It felt odd to be in a presence of a woman so early in the morning, not that he couldn’t handle it, he most certainly could, but there was something about her that made him nervous, like that feeling you get in your stomach as if there was fluttering happening. He smirked at her remark, responding to it with ease, “Disappointing is an understatement, dear. I’m starting to question why you have a fridge at all.” He watched her as she went to her coffee maker. He could use a cup himself, but her next almost nervous statement cause his brow to rise and a smirk to play on his own lips.

He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her stomach and leaning his cheek against her hair. “I suppose we might have something in common after all,” he whispered to her ear, staying like that for a moment, kissing her hair before moving away turning to explore the rest of her home like a curious child. “Eggs and bacon are fine with me, though I doubt your assistant could bring anything as delicious as my own cooking,” he stated. Last night he had been so focus on her that he hadn’t had time to take in her home, and as he looked around he noticed it was much like her fridge, bare. “Do you even live here, Bambi?” he asked, leaning himself up against the kitchen counter.

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Summer didn’t cook and the sparse amount of materials in her kitchen was proof of that. However, eating was not exactly a priority with the limited amount of time in her schedule. When her assistant would remind her Summer would indulge in a bagel or some sort of breakfast shake. There would be days that she forgot to eat entirely until later in the evening when her growling stomach would remind her that it was necessary that she eat something. Recently with her time divided between Iceberg and Gotham Live, the little weight she had to spare had been practically shedding off of her. Despite the irritation from the ladies in wardrobe, she was stubbornly stuck in her ways. Her cheekbones were more prominent that usually on her flawless face, but she couldn’t be bothered with eating.

She couldn’t stop smiling, but she was trying desperately to hide the expression for some strange reason. The corners of her lips insisted on turning upward. Pressing the final button on the coffee maker, the room was sure to be smelling of the desired beverage in a matter of minutes. “Sometimes I wonder that myself.” She opened the door to peer inside herself, unsure when she had done so last. The only thing it contained was a bottle of champagne from what had to be months ago. Were you even supposed to chill champagne?

The chill from the fridge caused a shiver to race down her spine and goosebumps to form across every inch of the exposed skin on her naked form. Pulling the robe tighter over her curves, she smiled when he replied to her unsure comment. It was good to know this wasn’t a common thing for him either, which almost made her feel like an exception. She felt like a giddy school girl as he wrapped his arms around her. Summer leaned back into him, that familiar feeling returning.

The coffee was done, and he had moved to explore her home. It was pristine without even a throw pillow out of place. The sleek, modern venue was priarmily done in neutral colors which had remained the same since she had purchased the apartment. For a woman who displayed so much of a personality, her home seemed to lack it. It was like a hotel room and void of any homey touches.

“Well, she can bring groceries instead if you would like.” Summer commented, her phone vibrating with an unnecessary reply from her assistant informing the redhead that she was leaving the comfort of her home this moment and curious as if Summer needed anything else.

The ravishing redhead couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment. “Sometimes.” She teased in reply. “Between my time at the studio and Iceberg all I really ever do here is sleep and shower.” She said with a bit of a sigh. But Summer didn’t mind having little free time – it kept her on her toes.


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His eyes traveled up and down her form again as she went to the coffee maker. It somewhat amazed him how successful she was at such a young age. He, himself, had been making his first million at by twenty four, so it wasn’t unusual, it just rarely seemed to happen with the idiotic people beneath him. At the mention of groceries, he considered that idea, though he felt odd merely standing in her home waiting for food to be brought to him. Arkham Asylum had diagnosed him with ADD, but he never would admit to having such a problem. It wasn’t that he couldn’t focus, he just had to focus on multiple things at one time. Nonetheless, standing in her kitchen with nothing to occupy his hands or activity to distract his dancing mind was making him antsy. He rarely sat still unless it was over a difficult puzzle.

He walked up behind her again, as he watched her pour the coffee, his fingers trailing down his back. “Do you happen to have time to escape work today? Because I have something better in mind besides groceries or breakfast,” he said with a smirk playing on his lips. With any other man, his statement would have meant a repeat of what had happened last night. Edward, however, was talking about something different. He kissed her temple. “The top of Wayne Tower has an excellent view, and I happen to have an idea how to get into it, even with how locked up it is. Any interest?” he asked, teasing her with an idea of fun and danger.

“I have to get ready first, do you mind if I use your shower? We will also have to make a stop at one of my homes,” he said, he certainly wouldn’t be walking into Wayne Tower with his bright green suit, especially since he didn’t want to warn Batman of his future plans.