I stand on the streets of Gotham, the stuffy air blowing swiftly to the north. Gotham had changed since Enchantress freed her brother and caused serious damage to the busy city.

Before I knew it the light that signaled walk had quickly changed. I missed my chance, I frowned at my sudden spacing out.

"Excuse me," a man's voice accompanied by my shoulder being tapped brought me fully into reality. His touch seemed to almost burn me, I shot around to see a bald man who seemed to be in his thirties. His face was tattooed and he wore a jackets.

"Can I help you?" I asked,

"Oh sorry I thought you were someone else," the man looked away

"Oh no it's okay," I replied, I looked back at the crosswalk. Again I had missed the light, "Ugh come ON," I groaned

"Is something wrong?" The man asked

"No it's just this is the third time I've missed the light," I replied pointing at the orange hand across the street. The man chuckled and looked down.

"The name's El Diablo,"

"Nice to meet you I'm (Y/n),"

"Pretty name," El Diablo muttered, I was slightly taken aback by the compliment

"Oh thank you," I blushed a little, the light had turned to the white walking man again. I quickly took this opportunity and made my way across the street. El Diablo stayed at the cross walk and turned around. He walked away into the bustling city.

Not too long later I saw my apartment close by. I reached for my keys in the purse I was carrying. I shuffled through the black Louis Vuitton bag I got for my birthday. It was something I was rather proud of, the accessory made me feel "high class" when I took it out.

My silver keychain felt warm in my hands. I furrowed my eyebrows, my whole purse seemed to be warm. Odd, I thought to myself, I was just in a very cold building. The air conditioning was a cool luxury in my office.

I decided to dis the thought and enter my apartment. I walked through the revolving doors. Once again I was in a cool building, which, made me break out in goosebumps. Was it just me or did it seem really hot around that El Diablo man.

Confusing swept over me, my phone buzzed from my back pocket. Bringing it out I pressed the elevator button and looked down. My screen read a number unfamiliar to me.

Hello

I swiped to the side opening the chat. I was interrupted by the ding of the elevator. Closing my phone I walked into the small shaft and hit the 15th floor button. Quickly, the elevator launched upwards. I looked back at my phone, that simple word on a blank screen seemed bugger than normal.

Almost like a neon sign El Diablos name flashed across my head. I quickly replied

Hello?

I reached my room with another ding, the doors opened revealing my -what my friends call- larger than life penthouse.

I walked into my living room and switched on my television. Constantly checking for a response I feel my eyelids becoming heavy. Finally giving up on receiving any sort of text I let myself fall asleep with the sounds of a newscast spread through my apartment.