#langosch

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The chilly Gotham air added a tinge of excitement as you and Arthur made your way to the German Wintermarket that had just opened in the city. It was your second date, and you were thrilled—not just for the chance to spend more time with him, but because it was like a little slice of home brought to Gotham. Originally from Germany, you missed the warmth and spirit of German winter markets and couldn’t wait to show Arthur what it was like.

Arthur walked close beside you, his gloved hand wrapped around yours. He was a little nervous, but you could feel his excitement bubbling underneath. When you reached the entrance, with its warmly lit stalls and garlands, you squeezed his hand.

“It’s just like the markets back home,” you said, your voice filled with nostalgia. Arthur looked over at you, his face softening at your excitement.

“Then I’m glad we’re here,” he replied, smiling.

You started off with Langosch, a familiar treat. The sight of the golden-brown flatbread smothered in sour cream and garlic made you practically giddy, and Arthur couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm. He took a bite, his eyes widening with surprise.

“This is… really good,” he said, his voice reverent. You laughed, watching as he eagerly took another bite.

After the Langosch, you guided him to the Glühwein stand, describing the warm, spiced wine in detail. “It’s like drinking a cozy blanket,” you joked, and Arthur chuckled. When he took a sip, he let out a sigh, clearly relishing the warmth.

“This tastes like…” he paused, searching for the right words, “…like Christmas.”

It made you smile, remembering Christmas markets back home. “Exactly,” you said softly, touched that he was sharing in a part of your culture with such openness.

As you wandered from stall to stall, you introduced him to Käsespätzle and even fresh pretzels, sharing stories of Germany along the way. He listened intently, asking questions and laughing at your stories. You felt so close to him in those moments, like you were bridging two worlds together.

Finally, you reached a stall selling Lebkuchenherzen, those familiar heart-shaped gingerbread cookies with icing phrases. Arthur’s eyes immediately caught on one of the larger hearts. Without a word, he pulled out his wallet.

“Which one would you like?” he asked, his voice a little shy but warm.

You pointed to a heart that said, “Du bist mein Schatz” in white icing. He read the words slowly, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It means… ‘You are my treasure,’ right?”

You nodded, touched beyond words, and he bought it with a proud smile. Holding it out to you, he looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of affection and tenderness. “Here,” he murmured. “Because that’s what you are to me.”

You accepted it, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Thank you, Arthur. This night was perfect.”

The two of you walked home under the streetlights, with the gingerbread heart in your hand and a warmth in your chest that felt like home—both to Gotham and to him.

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