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stardancerluv · 3 years

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When You Take Care of Each Other

Part 3c

Summary: Alot of intimacy between Roman and Reader

Warning: sex, cock warming, dom!Roman, Daddy!kink

You stopped right in front of him. You could feel as his eyes as they moved over you. Your heart picked up speed, it was making you breathless. Letting go of the doorframe he closed the short distance. The scent of his cologne and him mixed, he was intoxicating. You yearned to kiss a trail of kisses up his throat.

“I’m still hungry for you.” He reached out and you felt as his fingertips gently grazed your cheek. Tilting your head into them you let yourself melt into his touch. “I am sad about something.”

You treaded lightly. “Oh, what was that?” Gently, you dragged his hand to your mouth and you pressed a firm kiss to his palm. You met his turbulent eyes as you did so. It was his dominant hand, he had just been doing something to defend your honor, it turned you on. It further caused a soft beat of arousal to blossom deep inside of you.

“I never found out whether you kept your word and wore no panties under your dress.” Despite his tone being subdued, it had an edge. You felt that edge. You knew it came from the part of him that lingered from his bad day.

“Have I ever lied to you?” You asked gently.

“No.”

“If after bringing me to that darkened corner, and if you had let this hand,” He let you guide his hand from your mouth to your throat between your breasts, moving further down you brought his hand to your soft torso and stopped just above the apex between you legs. “drift under my dress you would have felt that I didn’t wear any.”

His hand moved, he grabbed you. It caused a moan to pour from you. “I should have.” He squeezed. “Would you have liked that?”

“Yes. I like it when you touch what’s yours to have.” Your voice shook, he was stealing your ability think strait.

“It belongs to me.” He rubbed you gently, pulling soft sounds from you. You reached out to him, grasping his upper arms. He had made your knees weak. “You belong to me.” His lips just barely missed yours, as he spoke.

“Yes, I do. You take care me,” You watched his eyes grow as you moved as demurely as possibly against his fingers. “You protect me and tonight, you showed a pair of goons what happens when they mess with me.” Your voice shook and cracked as he rubbed you firmed arousing you further.

“Mmm,” he made a sound from deep within him. “Do you like this?”

“You are rubbing me here in your office? Where you tell the rest of Gotham to fuck off?” You smiled. “I do.” Saying it made you wetter. You loved the fact that you belonged to him.

His smirk grew. “You have been quite the good girl in here haven’t you?”

You nodded, your mind wandered to other times; when he first took you on his desk or he had a conference call with two rivals and you sucked at him. That had been particularly fun. “I like being good for daddy.”

He pulled his fingers back. You couldn’t stop yourself from making a sound, a soft pout forming on your lips. You already missed his touch when you felt its absence.

“I got you good and ready but I need more.” He sighed.

Reaching, you gently undid the knot of the belt of his coat. “What can I do to make you feel better?” You looked at him from under your lashes.

His free hand grabbed your mouth, a soft whimper came you. You saw that his eyes were burned, he was still angry. “Yes daddy?” You managed to say.

His eyes burned as he looked at you, wished there was something you could do to make him feel good. Though you were not sure where to start.

“Come with me.” He grabbed your hand.

You held it back your worry as he brought you to very open sitting area of the penthouse. It was there sometimes, you would watch the news or movies with Roman, when he had a night off. It had a large sofa, and huge over stuff chairs that matched along with another private bar.

“Make daddy a drink.”

You smiled brightly. He let go of your hand

“You can make yourself one too, but you can’t have it till I say so.”

“Alright, daddy.”

Despite the limited lightning on. Mostly, moonlight and shadows filling the room, you felt very exposed. Anyone who would by accident take the elevator to the penthouse would see you completely naked. The walls had window of differently colored squares. Luckily, you were high enough that no one could peer in.

******

Perhaps it was the mix of his day, maybe it was the compromise he made by not cutting that fuckers hand off but he was still furious. The arousal you caused in him mixed with his anger. Slipping out of his coat, he took one of his knives and put it on one of the end tables.

With a contented sigh, he sat in the middle of the sofa. Glancing over, he caught the lovely curve of your body. His stomach tightened.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby.” You came over with his drink. He welcomed you onto his lap.

He wrapped in arm around your back, as he took his drink with his other free hand. “What if Zsasz comes up here to tell you something?”

“He is going to see me fucking you.” He took a sip from his drink, yours always tasted better. He watched your eyes grow. “Actually, I turned the elevator’s access to the penthouse off.”

You relaxed. “Thank you, daddy.” You said sweetly.

He smiled, his hand went to your hip and he squeezed. “You may be mine, but you are not a vessel to me nor will I ever treat you like one.”

You moved a little, and his smile grew larger, as he felt your hand sneak under his suit jacket while he felt your lips as you begun kissing his throat.

“Y/N.” Your name was more a sound then your name. “Y/N, look at me.” His voice had more of an edge but felt it was needed.

You pulled back, he could see the hurt. It actually broke through his anger. Which actually took a moment to register, this he wasn’t used to. You were the only one who had ever been able to rid his anger or bad days without making them worse.

Well, unless you were both having bad day and well sometimes he mused, those darker times could be alot of fun.

He took another sip and attempted to chose his words carefully. Another thing, he wasn’t used to.

“Growing up, I was a fucking object for my parents.” He rolled his eyes. “I was supposed to become best friends with Bruce. So they could get into such and such country club.” He said in a mimicking voice. He took another sip of his drink.

“When I was younger I continued that behavior. Other girls I saw I would have let Victor walk in on. Well, to be honest they never made it past the club. No one came up here.” He gave you a smile, looking into your eyes which he couldn’t read. “You’re the only one I trusted and wanted up here.”

“Oh Roman.” You wrapped your arms around him. You just held him, feeing your soft body and he enjoyed it.

A soft sound came from him when he felt your tongue, your kisses. “Let me make you feel good now.” Your breath was warm as you whispered that.

He stretched out his arms and let you. “Please, baby.” He whispered back as he watched and let do as you wished.

Your fingers easily opened and untucked his shirt from his slacks. He felt as you gently rocked against his growing hard on. “But don’t tease.” He met your eyes.

“Alright, not tonight.”

He smirked, damn you were just too good.

Your fingers made quick work of his belt and the zipper of his pants. He loved the intake of breath you always made you freed him from his pants. It always made him harder.

You scooted away for a moment, smiling he let you removed his pants. Straddling him once more, you looked at you and held you closer.

Your already wet warmth trembled against him, as he kissed you. He groaned as you continued to rub lushly over him. “Take me inside of you baby.”

You nodded but first you reached for his glass, he held it just out of reach, “I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“First, I want to be nice and deep inside of you.”

You closed your eyes and made a soft sound. “Mm I want you to be as well.” You were breathless. You sat up and soon, with a moaned you lowered yourself onto him.

“Now don’t move.” You looked confused. “Be a good girl and don’t move.”

But you moved a little.

He smacked one of your ass cheeks which he realized felt really good.

“Daddy!” You yelped.

“I told you not to move.” He gently but firmly reminded you.

“Ok.”

“Good girls don’t move when daddy’s cock in them.” How quickly you sat a little straighter was not only endearing but was incredibly sexy. It also felt amazing. “Good girl.” He smiled.

Looking at you, he slowly finished his drink. “This was really good. Thank you.”

He noticed, when he spoke you would tighten and loosen around him. “You feel so good.” He added, before he took out the little sword that held the three olives, placed the glass down.

He grazed it against your lips.

“Would you like one of daddy’s olives?”

You nodded.

“Now just one.”

He swallowed as he watched you pull one to your mouth by your lips. Your breasts were so soft, and you were as tight as little flower buds; and just as sweet to look at. He gently grazed one bud, then the other one you wiggled on top of him but it felt so good, he wasn’t going to stop you.

He made a soft endearing sound. “Feel good baby?”

When the cool liquor trailed a path down your body, he didn’t stop you from wiggling then either.

“Yes.” You only wiggled a little. “I will never think of those olives the same way.” He did it again as you spoke I’m enjoying the sounds it caused.

Making sure you were watching, he ate them and tossed the sword. Bowing his head he licked at one of your luscious pink buds. He made a soft sound as he felt your fingers in his hair. He lingered a little longer as he heard you moaning more. He finally went on to the other little bud. When be pulled back he met your eyes. “That is the only kind of shot I want. You’re soft warm body and some liquor.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He smoothed his hands up your thighs till he held your hips. “Ride daddy baby.” He move enough, so you had some room.

Together you moved, your moans mingled and became one. Sloppy, hungry kisses finally were exchanged. He continued to you hold and he moved with you. Damn, it felt so good. Your fingers moved through his hair, even tugging a little which only made everything feel better.

After, you came hard against you arching in your glowing moan that filled the entire penthouse, he held you as he finally came hard himself after continuing to move in and out of you.

Gently, he held you as you melted soft against him. He gently ran his fingers up and down your back. You still fell into a gentle sleep with him in you. Holding you, he let himself fall asleep too.

Leading into a Sunday, when he woke sometime later dawn was coming the sky was that particular shade of blue that fills the sky before the sun arrives. It made him chuckle softly. They had slept quite a while like a statue of lovers, who never wanted to part.

You gently stirred.

“Baby,” He whispered, let’s sleep more comfortably in bed. “Yes?”

You gently moved off of him and after shedding his shirts, leaving them there he scooped you up.

****

Still half asleep you curled up to him as he pulled the blankets up. Right now, that exactly what he wanted. Somewhere, in the recesses of his shadowy mind, he hoped it would it was enough to keep the nightmares away.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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At War

Part One

Summary: Reader as just stepped onto a rollercoaster of emotions and turmoil of being Roman’s girl.

Arthor’s Note: This is parallel to Early Days with Roman

Everything in the beginning had been amazing. Roman, had been a dark storm of passion. He’d swirl around you. You could barely be around him without a possessive gloved hand resting on your thigh. He’d want you at his side during meetings. You were inseparable.

When, things were exceptionally dark, he wouldn’t include or tell you. Anything else he wanted you there.

Additionally, he took care of everything. He made sure you’d eat and get plenty of rest, especially when you would get too distracted with a big project. Or there was that time you got that head cold, despite him having a deep aversion to germs he was there with orange juice and tissues. He’d even a cool or warm compress to relieve the pain you had with a head or that special time of the month.

There was also the times, when he spoiled you rotten, the driver would take you and him to the fashion district. The two of you would shop till you or Victor would collapse. He’d be trailing behind the two of you carrying all the bags.

You could not put your finger on it but all of that was becoming less and less frequent. It began when he started telling you to sit in an entirely different part of the club then where he’d hold his meetings. You’d be sitting in the corner watching as, he talk to Two Face and not get angry or schmooze one bimbo after another hoping he would host their girl nights or bachelorette parties.

That was painful enough, but the real pain came when you went nearly, a week and he barely touched you. He’d come to bed and go to sleep.

Before, you both could have been loopy from exhaustion and you would still leave each other breathless. Hearts would still be racing as you’d fall asleep hard together.

The worst was last night, you had gone to bed alone. Sure that had happened before but he’d always managed to crawl into bed, even if it was at dawn so he could pull you close. He’d pass out from whatever underworld activity he had done to keep his slice of Gotham secure. You never asked what he did and if he did share, ir would be very little. It was none of your business. All that you cared about was he was there and you were his.

When you woke up today, he was still not back or at least that is what you initially thought. So you showered and barely dressed for the day. You only slipped on a fresh shirt and shorts. You were thinking about stuffing down some kind of breakfast you when heard something.

Going to his office you peaked in. There he was, his suit jacket open and belt loosened, slack. A shadow of growth darkened his cheeks. One hand rested on floor as he was barely sprawled on the sofa. Having barely seen him this week, your heart ached seeing him. Your feet managed to bring you closer to him.

One of things that you had loved about being with Roman, was the side of him no else except you saw, and that included Victor. Right now, was one of those moments, deeply asleep his features were so soft.

As you neared you caught yourself stepping on a discarded glove. There was something smudged on it that you couldn’t make out. Finally, you were beside him, you knelt down. You picked up his hand held it to your cheek, you sighed.

That’s when you smelled it. Your entire body stopped. You sniffed his wrist it was faint, putting his hand back down you leaned in.

You fell backwards and scrambled. You crashed onto your back; a pain filled oooaf bubbling from deep within you. You slid straight flat as your hand caught on one of his discarded gloves.

Your nose had filled with the distinct smell of a perfume that was not even close to anything you wore or cared to wear. If that was not bad enough, what you saw on his under its scruffiness froze your heart. Like a fresh wound, there was a smudge of dark lipstick.

You made an incoherent sound. You tried to gather your breath but you couldn’t.

Crawling, no shuffling you managed to get away. You stumbled back into the bedroom, the two of you once shared. You made it to the masterbath, where suddenly you found yourself over the sink and your stomach emptied itself.

How, why? What had you done? All of these thoughts blurred in your head until they slammed into each other and became a jumble. You stomach tried to empty again but it just squeezed hard. There was nothing more it could give up. Bracing yourself on the black marble you desperately rinsed your mouth and the sink out.

One night, it had been a stormy one. He had finally told you, what Circe had done to him. He had made you a promise since you two were together he would never search our another woman.

But now, with all these changes in how he was acting you shouldn’t be too surprised. You had to think. You were so hurt, you really didn’t know what you should do.

You would brush your teeth to get rid of the bile. After that you just didn’t know. This all hurt so much that tears didn’t even come.

Grabbing your toothbrush, your fingers grazed against his personally monogrammed one. Turning on the ice cold water you held your brush under. You squeezed some paste on. Closong your eyes, you wished for your world to stop spinning as you began to brush your teeth.

A cry of anguish poured from your mouth and your toothbrush fell from your hand and clattered to the blackmarble. The two arms, you had missed so much, that had always brought you comfort and grounded you were now around you.

Opening, your eyes there in the mirror was Roman. His solid warmth was around you once again. There were dark circles under his eyes, and despite looming haggard, a soft smile tugged on his lips. Still holding you, he bent and grabbed your toothbrush off the black marble counter.

“My poor, sweet baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His lips were warm and soft as he pressed a kiss against your throat. “I just couldn’t wait any longer to have my arms around you.” He said softly as he handed you back your toothbrush.

Your nose twitched, his cologne was especially strong. You knew why and you could not help but notice that the smudge of color was gone.

He chuckled darkly as if remembering something. “I didn’t want to come to you smelling of the docks and what I had to take care of last night. Too much?” His eyes were filled with mischief despite what dark act he could have committed.

You stuck your toothbrush into your mouth not sure what to say or do. All of this made the pain you were feeling all the worse. You had longed for all of this for moment, to be back in his arms for so long. And now it only hurt more.

He grazed his nose along your cheek. “Daddy’s home baby. Relax.” He cooed softly in your ear. His breath was warm, as he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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At War

Part 5a

Summary: The war is heating up.

Feeling a shift in the bed you let yourself wake up, today was not a day for sleeping in. Gloved finger tips brushed your hair aside. Blinking you looked and saw Roman sitting on the edge of the bed. He was already dressed for the day, his aftershave tickled your nose.

“I made you some tea.”

You sat up near him, you saw your mug sitting on your nightstand. Grabbing it you blew on the surface of the hot liquid. “When did you come to bed?”

“Late.” His mouth was that grim line again, he no longer looked soft.

You took a sip of your tea. “Should I get ready and join you in your office?”

“Yes, I want to keep you close by.”

“Ok.” You had a thought. You were not used to any of this. “Has she tried anything?”

He nodded. “There was a brief encounter but my men handled them.”

You put a hand over his that rested on the bed. “I hope this will be over soon.”

He turned his hand over and squeezed yours. He looked at you. “When she stops playing games and just attacks, it will be.”

You knew he liked running his club and this was a nuisance. “Have you heard from anyone else?”

He inhaled. “They are apparently on my side but don’t want to fight.”

“You will have to remember that when they come knocking.”

He squeezed your hand, the one side of his mouth curled up for a moment, “I like the way you think.”

******

You wrapped your hair up into a loose bun and then dressed as if for a day in your studio. You leaned against the marble, you missed that moment where you had caught Roman fast asleep.

Pushing, yourself off the counter you went and grabbed a drawing pad and a case of your drawing materials. Opening, the door of Roman’s office he was on the phone, you nodded at Victor was standing near him. You went silently over to the sofa, tucking one leg under you, you opened your drawing pad.

In between, biting down on a pencil or pen it was much easier sketching there then you had thought it would be.

An elaborate bookcase was taking shape when you felt hair pins being pulled from your hair. Looking up, you smiled.

*****

You kept on surprising him. What had blessed him with you? Your idea last night and now that passing remark, he was glad you were his.

He looked at you as you sat drawing on the sofa. They curve of your throat, the look of determination.

He could still feel as you had pressed a kiss to his lips as he slept. He had stirred when you turned. Truthfully, he had not minded. After seeing your bravery and you not flinching at his anger, he cared for you all the more. Honestly, he had grown to love you. But he would never be one to say it.

He looked over at Zsasz. “Go see if the men need anything. Grab food, whatever. Tell them I’ll be around shortly.”

“Sure thing boss.”

He looked over and finally pushed himself away from his desk. Going over to you, he glanced down at what you were working on. He liked it.

With adept fingers he pulled some of the pins you used to hold your hair in place. Your eyes met his.

“Hi lovely girl.” He whispered.

He loved the reactions he could pull from you. The way you brought a hand to your face, blushing and smiling.

“Hi Roman.”

He smiled. “You’ve managed to sketch in here.”

You nodded but then sighed as he let his hand drift up your neck and stopped at your hair line.

“I was, but I’m glad...” He squeezed gently.

“Glad about what baby?”

“You’ve distracted me.”

Gently, he moved his thumb. “How am I do that?”

“Your hand. It feels good.” You breathed.

“Mm, I’m glad. Your lips had felt good when I was trying to sleep earlier.” He loved the little o your lips formed. “I enjoyed waking to the feel of them but I’d like to feel them again, come here.”

Reluctantly, he let go of you. But watching you get up and come to him was worth it. You drew close enough that there was barely a breath between the two of you.

“Where you would like my lips, Roman?”

He felt your breath followed by your lips on his throat above his collar. He didn’t move as he felt you go up on your tip toes, your lips grazed his jaw he inhaled.

“Or perhaps here.” Your body moved slowly down his torso, grabbing his hand. It was the hand where his watch didn’t rest, you brushed aside his glove. When your eyes met his, they were twinkling. Moving just so you kissed the soft part of his wrist.

“Baby.” He breathed, his heart begun to be faster. “Let’s not start what we can’t finish.”

“Then just know I’ll be here waiting.”

He smirked. “I like the sound of that, kiss me for good luck.”

“Happily.”

It was soft and deep, he deepened it as held you closer to him.

“Roman, she’s here.”

Everything in him froze and distantly he felt your body stiffen. He pulled back, he met your eyes. “Stay here.”

He couldn’t read your expression but he didn’t have time.

“Alright. She wants a fight, a fight she will get.”

He went to the bedroom, practically tore his suit-jacket off. He heard something but didn’t pay attention. He could not get distracted. Slipping on his holster, he made sure his guns were loaded and ready.

Coming, out he slipped on his suit jacket back on.

“Zsasz, I don’t care.” You shouted.

“I will lock you up.” He shouted back.

Roman, knew what was going on now. He easily grabbed you, walked with you until, you were against the wall. You had put up a struggle but he easily held you.

“Now fucking listen.” He shouted. His heart raced so hard it, distantly he guessed it was because he cared so much. His blood was rushing through him and pounding in his head. “They easily killed Vanessa thinking it was you. They don’t fucking care.” He inhaled, he saw the tears. “Now stay fucking up here or I will have Zsasz, lock you up!”

He felt you tremble. “Ok.” You said softly.

“Good.” He bellowed, taking one last look at you; your eyes were watery but the tears didn’t fall. “Good.” He whispered and let you go.

He walked away with each step he realized just how much you were part of his life. Rounding a corner, he entered the private part of the penthouse, he punched in the code, then opening the door he walked in. His eyes fell onto his mask, his face for all of this.

His fingertips lightly touched the black marble, the coolness of it reached him through his gloves. He pulled it over his face. Time for action.

*****

You began to pace once Roman and Victor went down in the elevator. You wanted to stay up there but a part of you felt like you should help.

You stopped and you smelled something very odd. You felt a hand cover your mouth and nose. You barely breathed and everything went black.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021

Part 5

Summary: worries raise, anger explodes.

Roman’s mouth formed a thin line as he read the paper.

Cases are on the rise! Virus has mutated once again! Is another lockdown on the horizon? It announced.

He ran his fingers through his hair. His chest felt like it was tightening. An entire syndicate had contracted it and well… Died. Enemies should be beat the old fashioned way. Pushed or bought out, not some stupid virus. They should have been more cautious. He was still relieved that he had not met with them.

Getting up, he began to pace. His eye was caught by one the photos of the two of you that sat on his desk. He grabbed it. It was you before this silent killer. There was a carefreeness to it.

He glanced in the direction of your studio. The frame creaked under his gloved hand. You were not going to like what he was going to say.

******

You sighed after ending your call. Your heart beat hard in your chest. News from France just reached you. It was news you had been dreading. One of the best fabric merchants you knew has died. Damn it. That would put a dent in things.

You eyed the door of your studio. Cases were on the rise in Gotham. You knew how serious Roman was about keeping you safe.

Biting your bottom lip, you debated keeping this from him. In the three years of being his girl, you never lied to him. You frowned. The idea made you ill.

Damn, you just didn’t want him to worry. He had enough on his mind with the club. There was also those that he kept on the payroll.

You had been safe this entire time. You would continue to be. As it is, you had already put in place a lot of precautions. You could come up with more of them.

You eyed your door. You couldn’t lie to him. But how would you go about telling him. Your stomach knotted, making you ill.

You held your face in your hands as you tried to think. You began to pace. Then you went over to the window and looked out.

Damn this silent killer, you cursed softly. Why haven’t we found some way to curb or get rid of this virus.

Looking down you grimaced. You picked up one of the more carefree shots of you and Roman. You had managed a rather good shot of the two of you. Across his face was the smile that crinkled his eyes.

Since the pandemic you rarely saw it. At the beach house you did. Sighing, you sat down on the window seat.

A sharp knock on the door startled you. “Yes?”

Roman came in and you could already tell by his posture that this wasn’t good.

“Y/N, you and I have to talk.”

You swallowed and began to stand up.

He came over and gestured for you to stay seated. “Y/N.” As he looked at you, his eyes were stormy. His mix of emotions made your stomach churn. When he looked like this you knew you had to brace yourself.

“Cases are on the rise.” He started.

You nodded.

“I- I don’t want you going to meet your clients in person for a while.”

“Roman.” You stood.

“Listen, there are more and more mutations out there.”

“Yes, I’ve heard. But it's crucial to my business. I meet them and we discuss what they want.”

“Put a pause on that.” He stepped closer, his face took an edge. “Meet them on camera.”

“I can’t. It is integral to my creative process.”

“Your creative process?” He mimicked. “Your creative process?” He repeated. “Does that fend off the disease?”

“No, but… But-”

“Does the disease say, oh wait I can’t hurt Y/N. She is in the middle of her creative process!” He shouted.

“I take precautions!” You shouted back. Annoyance began to uncoil deep in your stomach.

“They’re not good enough!”

“I’m still here.” You were growing exasperated. “How about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will you? Will you negotiate, will you make a territory grab via camera?” You shot back.

“That’s different.”

“Because you’re a criminal?” You instantly winced at your own words. Fuck, what had you just said. Everything in you crumbled. You had not meant that. You reached for him, flinched and stepped back.

All emotion escaped his face. “Y/N...” Your name sounded strangled.

“Oh… Roman, I...” You wobbled… Tears immediately filled your eyes.

He inhaled, turned and began walking away. You grabbed his arm, he turned back and looked at you. You instantly let go of his arm. The look in his eyes spoke more than he coul d ever do. You backed up.

And moments later, he left and slammed the door shut behind him. You threw yourself against your window seat.

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A Bad Day

Summary: You’re having a bad, Roman is having a bad day.

Warning: Knife!play, Dommy!Roman

You were sketching at your easel working on a new desk for Two-Face. It was truly labor of art. It had to make both sides of him happy. This was your seventh draft. You had not liked anything you had come up with yet.

The buzzer bounced off the wall of your studio. That alone is one reason why you were really considering Roman’s offer. Your studio would be nice and quiet, well except when he’d be angry. The idea made you smirk. Damn, he really could be hot when he was angry.

Walking over to the door, you straightened your ponytail. Opening the door you were greeted by a pleasant enough guy. “Yes?”

“Delivery, for a Miss Y/L/N?”

“Oh! Yes! I almost forgot. Let me open the big door.”

“Certainly.”

Finally, your new fabrics had arrived. You were so excited. Pushing the button the door began to clank and squeak as it rolled back, then it stopped.

“Seriously?” you muttered.

You pushed the other button. It screeched closed. Pacing for a moment, you took a breath. Going back over you pushed the button again. It didn’t budge.

“Oh my god.” You muttered.

You opened the side door again, leaving it open you went over to where the guy waited.

“It’s not budging, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.”

Together with some heaving and a few grunts, you managed to get all your bolts of fabric into your studio.

You leaned against the wall to catch your breath.

He took his hat off and wiped his brow. “If you’re gonna date someone like Roman Sionis you should at least have him pay for the upkeep of your hobbies.”

You stopped leaning. “What did you say?” You plastered a smile and took a step closer to where he stood.

“He should be supporting his girls’ hobbies more. The other one at least he showcases by letting her perform on Friday nights. You haven’t redone the look of his club, have you?”

Your heart stilled and the anger began to burn. “First of, Dinah is a girl he rescued from the streets. She loves to sing so he lets her.” You stepped closer. “I am his only girl. And this,” You gestured to your studio. “This is mine, I did it for years before I even knew who he was. So it’s not a fucking hobby.”

“Well damn. Looks like his mouth is rubbing off on you. Not such a sweet little artist, are you?” He took a step closer and easily cast a shadow over you.

“You know, I was grateful that we got that done so fast and was going to give you a tip for your troubles. But you just lost that. And I will make sure you can never step foot into Roman’s club.”

The man chuckled. “I don’t need your damn charity. And we’ll see about that, he probably wouldn’t take kindly knowing you now decide who goes in and out of his club.” And then he left.

You were so angry, you could taste it. You practically ran to where you kept your phone.

You opened a text to Roman... But then thought better of it. You still needed to make peace with Zsasz.

To Knifeboy: Can you send a driver to pick me up at my studio, please?

You should change his tag, but at the moment you found it still really funny so it was going to stay.

Knifeboy: Are you ok???

To Knifeboy: Yes! Just in no mood to try and get a taxi to the penthouse.

Knifeboy: Roman’s busy

To Knifeboy: I am coming to unwind in the hot tub.

Knifeboy: All right. See you shortly.

To Knifeboy: You’re coming?”

Knifeboy: Yes.

You swallowed.

To Knifeboy: All right.

******

You grabbed your purse. You stuffed your bathing suit into your bag. You already had a few things there. That was all you needed.

Knifeboy: Here.

To Knifeboy: All right.

He was already leaning against the car smoking a cigarette, when you came out. You knew Roman would only let him do that in the alleyway so you took a little longer locking up.

Seeing you, he took a long drag and flicked it away.

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

He exhaled towards the sky. “It’s all right.” He went and held the door to the back of the rolls open for you.

“Zsasz, it’s ok. I can ride in front with you.”

His eyes narrowed. “Boss won’t like that.”

You shrugged. “Listen, it’s ok. I really don’t want to be chauffeured by you.”

His eyes really narrowed then and his mouth became a grim line.

“Not like that.” You sighed, trying to not rain your anger on him. You swallowed. “You may be Roman’s right-hand man but you don’t have or well, I don’t know. Right now, I’d rather you not.”

He shrugged. “All right, just don’t tell Roman. He’s already in a mood.”

So he wasn’t having a good day either. You knew to try and avoid. Both of you annoyed at the least probably wasn’t good.

“Seriously?”

“He wants his princess- I mean, girl treated right.”

You finally slid into the front seat. You looked at Zsasz, as he settled behind the wheel. “He calls me princess?”

Zsasz looked like he got caught for a moment. He pressed his lips together. “Sometimes.”

It warmed your heart, you were going to have to talk to Roman about that.

“Well no worries, I won’t say anything.” You just remembered then, you wanted to turn on your voicemail and not be bothered for the rest of the day.

“Knifeboy?” Zsasz then started the car and began heading back.

You instantly flushed and looked over. “Umm, yes.” You looked away and then back at him. “I’m sorry.”

A short laugh came from him. It was followed by a smile you only saw when him and Roman toasted to a good acquisition. “It’s not a lie, well I’m a man but I do like my knives.” He smirked and eased into the traffic.

“True.” Well, you didn’t know how much he did. You knew he always had one. So you changed it.

“I changed it.” You held up your screen.

He chuckled again, still something you were not used to. “Better.”

“Yeah.” You smiled.

*****

He pulled into the alley. “Damn, wait I probably should have gone into the garage.”

“Wait a sec.” You unbuckled and threw your bag into the back seat. Easily you moved and managed to climb into the back.

“Did you really just do that?”

“Yup.” You shrugged. “I know how much he likes to look down from that one window.”

“He does.” Zsasz got out then and went around and opened the door.

“Thank you.” You smiled brightly.

“Nah, thank you.”

******

Your anger was still churning in your stomach but today perhaps things would be the beginning of things being better between the two of you.

******

The elevator dinged and distantly, you heard Roman bellowing into the phone. Sometimes you wished you could do that too. Well, actually you had a little and that felt good. But it wasn’t good enough.

“Hobby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. Stretching, reaching as high as you could, a content sigh came from you as you walked into the bedroom. Quickly you shed your shorts and t-shirt, you left them on your side of the bed. You slipped on your bathing suit. You smiled when you caught sight of how cute the ruffles and polka dots looked.

You went over to the bar and poured yourself a drink. You drank it. You poured yourself another one.

“What are you doing here?”

Your heart lifted, but the edge made you pause. You closed your eyes and then opened them.

Turning, you smiled. It felt so fake so you dropped it. You never wanted to be fake to Roman. “Hi.” You said softly. “I was having a bad day.” You drew closer, despite seeing the strain in his face.

“Oh.” The rasp remained but it had turned flat. Inwardly, that made you wince.

His eyes were dark, there was barely any blue. A shadow kissed his face, you honestly wished your lips were. His inky black hair was immaculate and so were his shirt and slacks. Glancing down, you noticed his gloves matched. He must have been out and came back already. You looked back up at him.

“So I came over to soak in the hot tub.” You shrugged. “Maybe drag you away from the assholes of Gotham.” You finally smiled as you added that bit a little more brightly. “Want me to make you a drink?”

“Yes.”

You smiled and nodded. You went around the bar and sizing up how he looked and acted, you knew what he needed. at least you hoped you did.

You grabbed a few ice cubes and let them clink into the glass. Grabbing his favorite scotch you poured two drinks worth. Standing up, you turned and gasped. He was right there.

“Oop!” You made a soft sound as you saw him right there. You held the drink out to him. “Here you go.” His gloved fingers grazed yours as he took the glass.

He took a sip. “Those assholes is what gives us, me all this.”

You swallowed, correcting himself felt like a slap across the face. Not something you needed at the moment, especially after the delivery man. Though you knew it was true. His family didn’t give him shit. He was the one who created and maintained his slice of Gotham.

He gestured to you. “Gave me you.” His lips curled as he finished his scotch.

That made you feel cheap.

He had promised that being his girl, could be rough, even unpleasant at times, but he would never make you feel cheap. He had managed to finally do that. Your anger finally erupted.

“That’s not fucking true and you know it.” You looked him right in the eye. But then you looked away. This is not what you wanted, you brushed past him and went back to the bedroom.

Gloved fingers wrapped around your arm and turned you around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You wiggle free, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Twisting, you reached for your shirt.

“No, you’re not.”

You turned back. “I’m not?”

He nodded.

“Well, for the first time since we’ve known each other, you managed to make me feel cheap. And Roman, today was not a good day to do that.” You swallowed, actually saying it made it hurt more.

“You’re not cheap.”

Sometimes you were surprised by his strength. Moments later, you found yourself in the middle of the bed and you were under him. You wiggled, unsuccessfully.

“Stop.”

You did. In your anger and hurt that churned, arousal began to blossom. Which made your anger stronger but it also made your need for him grow.

He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. You could not bite back the moan that came from deep within you.

His lips twitched. “What I meant was," His voice was tight. It was as if he could cough at any moment. You knew he was not one to ever want to explain himself. "It’s because I deal with those assholes, I can supply a place where you can come to hide and I can take care of you.”

“Oh.”

You moaned for real then, when his lips met yours. His crisp aftershave and the taste of the scotch on his lips made you shake. You felt him smirk and pull back.

“There’s my baby.” His other hand took ahold of your wrist.

You wiggled. “Roman.” You whimpered. You flexed your fingers, they tingled. You wanted to touch him.

“Don’t move…”

The sound of metal scraping metal filled the room. You watched as he had brought a knife from his slacks pocket and opened it. The blade was bared.

“Now if you move I might nick you, and that is something I don’t want to do.”

You nodded. “Ok.”

The look in his eyes, the way he straddled you, the gloves and now the knife. Desperately, you wanted to rub up against him. The taste and feel of the kiss was still fresh. You wanted to do much more.

He cut the middle of your bikini top, your arousal for him was already evident there. Your nipples were erect and dying to feel his lips, the shadow on his cheeks. Honestly anything at this point but they wanted attention. Finally he let go of your wrists and he cut each side of the bottom. Moving and tugging he freed you of it. He gestured to the top. “Get rid of that.”

You did. Now you were completely naked under him. You watched as he closed the knife and tossed it away.

He grabbed your wrists, sliding them above you again. It pulled a whimper from you. His lips once again consumed anything else you could have thought of. He moved against you, it almost immediately made you open your legs to him. His hard-on was right up against his slacks.

“That’s my good girl.” He said against your lips.

“Please.” You could taste how much you wanted him.

He cocked his head to the side. “Please what?”

You gave him a look. “Daddy.” You squirmed under him, as he then pulled off his t-shirt.

“What? I know what I need, but you? I need you to tell me.”

Daddy,” You finally said breathless. “Fuck me.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.”

He moved and as he braced himself above you, he easily freed himself. He slid very easily into you, a moan that sounded like him calling you baby, finally poured from his lips.

You wrapped yourself around him with ease. You gave yourself up to the sensations, you surrendered yourself to him. You melted under him as you both moved together, as you wrapped your arms around him. His lips, his scruff, how he felt sliding in and out made sounds just pour out of you in pure abandon. It wasn’t long before your body tightened, you were already so close.

You kissed him and arched against him, as you felt yourself on the cusp of cumming.

“Daddy, please.” You met his now stormy blue eyes.

“Cum for me, baby. Daddy wants to feel it, daddy wants to hear it.”

You did. You shook, your grasp tightened. You clung onto him. “Daddy...” You moaned.

His kiss was hungry, wanton. “Baby.” He rasped in the most wonderful way. And then you felt as he came hard in you. Feeling it made you actually cum again. It shook you and brought you even closer to him.

“That’s my baby.” He was out of breath.

You loved feeling that hot breath of his on your body.

******

“Perhaps, we should fuck more often when we’re angry.” He chuckled when you nudged him. Just his words alone made your desire for him blossom all over again.

You smiled though. “Not a bad idea.” And you shared a kiss. As you looked at him, the edge his anger gave him was not there. It was the Roman you only ever saw when it was just the two of you. It made your heart swell. “Though as your princess...” you met his eyes playfully. “Yeah, Zsasz let that slip.” You explained.

“Well, you are. You are my princess. I love protecting you and taking care of you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You nestled close. As you felt and heard his heart beat, you closed your eyes.

******

“That’s him.”

Hours later sitting beside him in the club, you were dressed in a sweet dress he had decided to surprise you with. You felt so good. You felt as bubbly as your drink.

Roman gestured and Zsasz came over. “Grab that guy. Scare him but keep him for me. I want to talk to him later.”

You grabbed Roman’s arm. “Roman?”

He looked down at you. One side of his mouth twitched up. “What? No one talks to my princess like that.” And he looked at Zsasz.

Who then had a touch of unease hit his face. “It’s all right. It’s not a lie.” He told him.

“He’ll know never to treat you or anyone else like that again.”

“Whatever you think is best. I had told him he wouldn’t be welcome here.”

He rose an eyebrow. “Did you?”

You nodded.

“Good, he isn’t. Zsasz, get him out right now. No waiting. I want him to know I back up what she said. I’ll be there in a few hours.”

You smiled, as you watched Zsasz grab him.

You looked up at Roman. “I will always take care of you.”

“Oh, Roman.” You reached up loving the feel of his scruffy cheek and you gave him a soft kiss. Which you were happy he reciprocated. He usually wasn’t one to do big shows of affection, but at that moment it was just the two of you.

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