Bruce shuts the door behind Tom, taking in a deep breath. He immediately walks upstairs and passes through Alfred. Despite the anger floating inside of him, he didn't say a single word to either me or him.

"Are you doing alright, my dear?" Alfred asks as he inches down from the stairs, limping his way towards me, and gently rest his palms on my arm. I nod a little.

"Good, good." Alfred says, nodding as he continues to speak. "Now, Tom may believe you are Bruce's girlfriend. I would suggest you stay here for a couple days, for your own safety." He comforting voice made it easier to handle these situations. I nod once again.

"Good."Alfred smiles softly as he turns his body on the left, motioning his palm to the stairs. "Now get some sleep, you need it."

I smile faintly at him and walk my way upstairs. My entire face is blushing in embarrassment, knowing I have label Bruce Wayne as my boyfriend for his own protection. Have I known he could handle himself pretty well, it would've never slipped out of my mouth.

As I join the bedroom and shuts the door behind me, I take in a deep breath, exhaling it right out. "This can't get any worse." I mutter to myself before crawling back into bed, praying it won't get any worse tomorrow on.

I open my eyes slowly as the sun lightly shines on my face. I slowly sit up from the bed and gazes the room. My dress isn't nowhere to be found, except I notice Bruce's shirt hanging on the edge of the bed. I shrug a little and grab it as I slowly puts it on. I walk downstairs and proceeds through the hallway, right into the kitchen. Bruce is standing next to the counter, motioning his hand forward; however I'm not sure what he's picking up on. I cough a little to catch his attention, which work pretty well. He turns his head at me and flash a small smile at him. Bruce didn't exchange it back.

"Good morning." I say quietly and walk a bit closer. Bruce takes a few steps back from the bowl, realizing the reason why his hand was moving. I glance at him and shake my head; knowing he probably thought I wanted some. "No thanks. I didn't come for the berries. "

He looks at the bowl again and grabs another one.

I shrug a bit, folding my arms together. "Can we talk?" Bruce takes a deep breath and trails his eyes back to me, with no emotions once again.

"I'm sorry I called you my boyfriend, sir."

"Bruce." He says with no hesitation.

I nod slowly. "Alright, Bruce. But I didn't mean to-

He immediately interrupts as he takes another look in the bowl and continues to pick another. "How did you sleep?" I figure he didn't want to hear my apology, so I choose to brush it off.

I walk closer at this point, grabbing a couple of berries for myself. I wasn't going to eat them, but he constantly eats them; so I can assume they taste sweeter than what they look.

Bruce didn't move a muscle, Instead we stand pretty close to each other as I reach for a berry.

"I slept okay, thank you." He didn't say anything, simply changing the subject once again.

"I have a gathering to attend." He says with a raspy voice, without locking eyes with me as he proceeds to eat the berries.

"Alright."

That's when he glances at me and swallows the berry in his mouth. "You are coming with me, Daisy." It sounds almost demanding, however it didn't come off that way.

There's not much a choice since I'm under his rules to be more specific, but I wouldn't risk being alone after the incident with Tom.

I nod to him and he swallow the last berry till he trails. I eat a couple of berries before I walk upstairs, figuring it's probably best I find my dress. It's a bit early in the morning, however I didn't know what time we are leaving.

Bruce isn't much of a talker or provides me with any information; which is very clear to me. Everything depends on his time that I must follow.

I scan the room, focusing on finding my dress. It takes me a couple of minutes to notice it's behind the armchair before I quickly throw Bruce's shirt on top of his bed and puts it on. My fingertips tries to reach the back of my dress around the zip line, but the sound of knocking comes to my as peek over; it's Bruce.

"Alfred is picking a dress for you. You can't wear that." He mutters.

"Why not?" I asks as I take another glance at him. He is much taller than I am, and if I have to be honest, he isn't as creepy as I thought he was.

"Because that dress doesn't fit with a funeral." Bruce takes in a deep breath and folds his arms together.

He didn't mention it was a funeral, and for god knows who.

I swallow quietly and nod my head, grasping onto what information he gave me. "Alright."

He walks way to the closet as he grabs a complete black suit with a white formal blazer. I walk towards the door to leave it up to him, but he must've read my mind since I didn't say anything about it.

"It's fine, you can stay."

I glance back at him for a second as I reach up to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and takes the time to look out the window. My eyes trails off each corners. Gotham might not prettiest view, but living behind a manor didn't make it any better. Compare to the city and Bruce's house, it makes a big difference. Maybe that's how it felt to be rich and live in this type of environment.

The sound Alfred's stock echoing from the stairs, confirm he's on his way. I trail my eyes towards the door as he appears up with a box in one of his hands. Alfred walks in and gently hands me the dress. I made sure to thank him.

I feel bad he had to walk all the way up here, knowing it must be a struggle having to deal with a dysfunctional part of your leg. Sometimes I wonder if Bruce feels the way I feel since he's around him everyday.

Once I open the white silky box, my eyes catches the attention of a black velvet dress with open collar and slit up thigh. Alfred seems to have good taste.

I fold the dress in my hands and decide to ask Alfred where the bathroom is, as he guides me through the manor.

Unlike Bruce, I prefer to trying my outfit privately. It would be completely awkward standing naked in front of him, now that I'm only wearing panties underneath my dress. Bruce in the other hand didn't care since he effortlessly puts on his suit in front of me, although he wasn't naked.

My legs slowly slips into the dress, sliding it further up to my tiny body. I fold up my hair with the help of my rubber band, and leave it a little messy; yet still elegant enough for the funeral.

I still didn't have any clues about whose funeral we are attending to. But it leaves my mind wandering around who it possibly could be.

It has to be someone special if Bruce Wayne is attending. I always hear people talk about him in the club; he never appears in special occasions, except if it involves his fathers name.

"Miss Daisy," The sound of Alfred voice mumbled behind the door as he gently knock onto it. "You will be leading around three." I smile a little, thanking him once more for the information.

Hours finally pass and Alfred insist on walking down the stairs with him, as Bruce is waiting for me.

"There's a car that will assist you to the cathedral, alongside with Bruce. If anything occurs, let the chauffeur handle it for you." he says kindly, as he hold his arm in the air, signaling me to grab it.

I lightly chuckle at Alfred and hold onto his arm as we head our way downstairs, gripping a piece of my dress with the other hand from sliding underneath the heels.

Bruce is standing next to the main-exit, patiently waiting. His eyes darts up to the staircase, yet his signature expression is still standing. He hold his hand up towards my figure as I gently remove my arm from Alfred's, and motion my palm into his. Our finger collapses together in small inches, tightly holding onto it.

He opens the door for me and tilt his head towards Alfred. "If he comes back, call." Alfred nods slowly.

We reach up to a black Mercedes', watching the chauffeur stands formally beside the car door, slowly opening it. Bruce lead me to it till I sit back in, trailing his movement on the other side. The chauffeur smiles at me kindly as he shuts the door. Bruce quickly appear into the car, sliding his hands against the blouse from letting it wrinkle.

Once the car starts to drive off, he take a quick glance at me; which made me immediately peek towards him.

"You look pretty." Bruce says with his familiar husky voice.

"Thank you" I say softly with a reassuring smile. Surprisingly he exchange it back, which doesn't happen very often on his end.

However I didn't complain, it slightly made me happy to see him enjoy those two seconds for himself.

Each black cars appears in front of ours, driving close to the main building. My eyes peeks through the glass window, glancing at police officers standing on each stairs from the cathedral. However the sickening part is; I know them all from 44 below.

I trail my eyes towards Carmine Falcone, as he leaves his car with a woman in his hands although I have no idea who she is. She's wearing a hat, covering her facial structure to take notice of as they make their way towards the main entrance.

The Mercedes' finally comes to an end, and parks it near a black Bentley. I peek over at Bruce and he already steps out the car.

My hand gently pushes it open until Bruce runs up on my end, and grabs a hold of it. "Don't open your door again. As far as Tom knows and perhaps everyone by now, I'm your boyfriend." He says quietly as he looks at me, I quickly nod to his response and he gently holds my palm, walking my way out.

By now everyone is staring at us; even the police officers as well as Carmine. It feels uncomfortable having everyone's eyes on me. I press my arm against Bruce's.

He hold his arm out for me as I quickly wrap mines around his and give him a short smile, which he delivers back; however it isn't as genuine as before. It feels almost forced on his behalf, but wether to fool the audience.

"Trust me." He says quietly.

It's pretty hard having to trust someone like him. The way he carry himself is so intimidating at times, almost hard to read his character. But I simply nod to not leave any suspicious.

We arrive inside the cathedral as it contains a narthex at the entrance, one aisle with the central being the nave, a transept that gives the church its cross shape, an open choir where the nave and transept meet, and an apse at the far end of the nave, containing the altar. I watch each person walk through the open aisle and towards the end as we follow the line, until we reaches to the chair, lining perfectly beside each other, right in front of the casket of a well known police officers; Michael Bulletin. I hold tightly around Bruce's arm which brings his attention to me as he lowers his head towards my ear.

"What's the problem?" He whispers slowly,

but I shake my head a little, dismissing it.

Bruce glances at me for a few second before proceeding on walking.

He finds us a place to sit and gently removes his arm, insisting me to sit down. Mayoral candidate Bella Reál quickly appears from the line as she greets Bruce and I.

"I didn't expect you to see here. I been trying to reach you for awhile by now." She says sharply, glancing at Bruce. However Bruce didn't change his expression. "Walk with me, let's discuss about your participation for this city." He nods in agreement but immediately trails his eyes to mines.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asks with his silvery tone.

I nod at him. "I'll be fine, I'll call your name if anything happens."

He takes a deep breath, focuses on Bella as he digs his hands in his pockets, and proceeds to walk to with her.

I start check my surroundings, making sure I didn't attract any unvisiting eyes. However I catch onto Carmines. His grin appears back up like the devil himself, and it didn't make it any better as he stared walking towards me.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Star, or shall I say Daisy?" He chuckles a little and sits beside me.

I couldn't see his eyes due to his sunglasses, however that's the last thing I am worrying about.

"When will you be back? We miss you in the lounge, Gil can't stop talking about you," He says playfully, causing me to shiver uncomfortably. "And not to mention you lied about your name, but thanks to Tom, we can bond a little more."

"What are you doing with Bruce? Is it the money you are looking for?" He ask as he leans his arm around my shoulder, eyeing me down. I shake my head immediately, flashing an innocent smile.

"No. I like him, he treats me with respect." The lies I have to say to save my own ass.

"So he does?" Carmine says, raising his left eyebrow as he laughs quietly. "Bruce don't know how to show affection, not to mention behind close doors." I try to peek over at Bruce, but he's talking to the mayoral candidate Bella Reál.

"Are you waiting for him?"

I quickly glance back at Carmine and shake my head. He laughs at me instead, not believing a single thing; however Bruce finally he glances over. His expression changes immediately, leaving the mayoral for her own company before walking towards me and Carmine.

"Carmine." Bruce says with his deep voice, almost threatening as he appears. My body feels almost at ease by now.

Carmine slowly raises from his chair once Bruce appears, yet holding his attention on him. "Bruce."

The tension between them becomes extremely heavy, almost possible to believe they became enemies by now. Bruce didn't say a thing, he simply sits next to me, holding my arm around his, focusing his eyes on the casket. Carmine takes another look at me, and scoffs with no humor between his voice; before walking away.

I thank Bruce quietly and he nods a bit.

The funeral proceeds as everyone finds their seats. That's when Tom appears out of no where, and sits across from me and Bruce. He didn't look at me, but I take a quick glance at him to notice his facial expression.

Bruce squeezes my hand and holds it tighter, which catches my attention. Tom completely ignoring me and Bruce, which is a bonus at the time, but not up until he says his name.

"Bruce Wayne." I hear Tom says quietly. Bruce raises his head up, and listen to him talk.

"What could possibly go wrong, now that you took my lady?" He continues to talk quietly as the mayoral is talking for the officers death. "Guess we'll have to find out." He pause for a second, before chuckling a little.

Bruce squints his eyes and scans the area around us, but there is nothing he could catch onto. However I take a look at him once, if it isn't for his facial expression that looks worryingly.

"Something isn't right." Bruce mutter as he peeks down at me. I'm not sure how he puzzle it together, but I wouldn't know if he is right or wrong.

"Because it isn't." Tom immediately replies with a small laugh. He points his index finger in the air for Bruce to take notice of.

"And....." he trails off before finishing off his sentence. "Boom."

An explosion expansion in high volume with an extreme vigorous outward release of energy, and erupts the entire area. stunning flash blasts our shadows across the room as we slams by some indescribable force. The sound of screaming echoes around the cathedral; however the rumbling sounds deafen the possibility to hear anything by now. My ears are ringing

from a roaring boom in the cathedral. Many rocks and bricks falls to the ground, as the violence done to the targets has hit some of the people. Bruce immediately grab onto me and holds me down as he uses himself as a shield to protect. He holds onto my head from any damages to place. People are continuously yelling and screaming from left to right; others start running to the nearest exit and some are laying on the floor. He quickly turn around to see if Tom is still here as he didn't leave his arms off of me; but he's gone.

No where to be seen.