Continued from here. @resolutevalor
Horatio can't help but smirk at the grand entrance she makes, having expected no less from the billionaire. Not to mention showing up fashionably late, which begged the question, where was she prior to her arrival? It wasn't a question he'd ask out loud, at least not yet. As intelligent and quick thinking as she was, she'd have some sort of excuse ready to go and the Lieutenant, as always, would keep his skepticism to himself. Then again, maybe she'd be telling him the truth, but he never quite knew with her. This was a woman wrapped in secrets. He solved the mystery of her disappearance, but was still working on the mystery that was Brianna Wayne herself.
It wasn't just the case that was keeping him in Gotham. It wasn't just the League of Shadows and his involvement keeping him here. It wasn't just Commissioner Gordon's request for his help that was keeping him here.
It was the woman climbing off of the motorcycle, flipping her hair back and forth like something out of a movie - which he very much could not look away from - making her way towards him. Not towards anyone else, not inside the building. But towards him. But it was also the woman in the cowl. It was the Bat that patrolled the dark streets of Gotham, watching from above. These two women that couldn't be anymore different, yet... were so similar to the Lieutenant. Thoughts that, again, he'd keep to himself. He'd simply observe and learn.
The flute is forced into his hand and the Lieutenant grins, eyeing the liquid in the glass until she stepped closer to him. Now standing dangerously close. Someone might think something scandalous if they saw how close the two were standing, drinks in their hands, and yet... the thought didn't scare him. Not much did, really. Instead, he turned his head towards her, the gap between their mouths shortening even more. She took the first drink and his darkened blue eyes fell to her lips. Unabashedly so. He found himself wondering how they tasted, looking quite tempting with the champagne now settled on her lips.
He wet his lips with his tongue, slowly, and grinned at her question with a hum. This game they played with one another, the back and forth questions in an attempt to know each other, to uncover the mystery, and the flirting, was becoming more dangerous each and every time. He dared to lean in a little, his breath now ghosting over her lips. "I think," he started, his voice deepening. "you, Miss Wayne," he growls out her name with purpose, every word deliberate. "want to be unraveled." And then it's his turn to take a drink, letting the words linger there between them, with the champagne now lingering on his lips.













