Chapter Two: the Forgetful Man named Gordon

Blue eyes fluttered open, not bothering to take in the well-known surroundings as he sat up, stretching. A scent filled his nose and he blinked, realizing Jenkins wasn't where she was before he fell asleep. He slowly got up and walked to the kitchen, seeing said girl cooking eggs, sausage, and bacon. A plate was set out with a glass half full of orange juice at a seat on the table and the girl turned quickly as she realized his presence. She waved and cleared her throat, saying afterwards.

"G-good morning...I wanted to make breakfast as a way to show my appreciation for what you are doing for me..."

Gordon chuckled a bit as he heard her say under her breath.

"Thank god I went to gastronomic school for cooking lessons..."

He sat down and asked, eyeing the food.

"How's your shoulder?"

She looked over and replied.

"Still hurts but better...thank you..."

He smiled and nodded, eating the delicious food and sighed inwardly as she stumbled a bit.

"Are you going to eat?"

Jenkins replied while washing the pan.

"No sir, I'm not hungry..."

Gordon observed her with a frowned, blue gaze. Something was wrong; he knew that much...but there was something else. He noticed her shakiness, looking down when talking; rubbing her arm...she was nervous about something...but what?

"Are you alright?"

Gordon questioned. Jenkins shrugged and replied quietly.

"Yeah, guess so..."

Her voice trailed off. Gordon frowned more but didn't question her. Maybe she needed space like everyone needs once in a while...especially after yesterday.

She was staring out the window after she got done cleaning the kitchen, staring at the dark rainclouds overhead. Her back was up against the bookshelf, hunched over as she hugged her knees to her chest. She was watching Gordon leave for the Gotham City Police Department and he waved a farewell at her. She tugged her lips into a small smile, waving a bit and Gordon smiled in victory. Finally, a smile was on her face. He didn't care if it was small, as long as she smiled. Jenkins watched as he drove away, missing his presence already even though she just met him. Maybe it was his compassionate posture or maybe his soft eyes whenever he observed her. All she knew was that...she felt safe with him. She felt like she needed to stay with him, like he was the outlet to her power cord. She looked around, eyeing the comfy-looking couch and fireplace. The wood from last night was black and white ash, pieces broken or falling apart. She felt the bandage on her shoulder, wincing and commented to herself.

"I wonder if Gordon knows how safe he makes me feel...I feel like I can finally warm up to him now that I feel...safe."

It made her warm inside when she thought how generous he was, taking her under his wing like he did. Why did he do that, though? It pondered her mind since she came here. She grinned as Gordon's car came back like a bullet. He quickly got out and ran into the building, his footsteps faint. She quickly got up and held up a luncheon she made the night before, her other hand on her hip. He burst through the door and blinked at her smirking form. This was too amusing. He then face palmed as she said.

"You forgot something!"

He grabbed the lunch while saying with a small smile.

"I remember now..."

"Thought the devil himself was chasing after you! Be careful! Drift on these streets is not as safe as they seem."

He quirked an eyebrow up and asked, an amused look in his eyes.

"And how would you know that?"

"I've had my fair share of idiots with no experience on how to drive. Now, get your behind to work. You're going to be late!"

He rolled his eyes while saying.

"Yes, mother."

Jenkins widened her eyes when he kissed her forehead and said while rushing out.

"Don't burn my house down!"

She just blinked and nodded, even though he was already getting into his car, the bag in his hands.

She stared at the retreating car, Gordon's arm waving from the window. She waved back, smiling bright.

A fire crackled warmly in the fireplace, a cup of hot cocoa in one hand, a book in the other. Jenkins paced back and forth slowly, reading aloud to herself. The jingle of keys awoke her conscious and she looked up. Gordon stepped through and she looked back down. Continuing her reading and pacing, she took a sip of cocoa.

"Anything interesting happen at the GCPD Today?"

She asked Gordon, who took off his jacket to answer.

"Everything at the department is interesting."

She smirked and recited, the saying stored with many others.

"'One of the inescapable encumbrances of leading an interesting life is that there have to be moments when you almost lose it.' Jimmy Buffett, a very good poet I have come to love. In order for life to be interesting, you must be driven crazy from those around you."

Gordon smirked and asked, sitting in front of her pacing form.

"I'm guessing you feel a little more at ease here, now?"

She turned to him, smiling warmly and replied softly with a shake of her head.

"I feel safe..."

She turned back to her book, took a sip of cocoa, and read on. Gordon let out a slow breath of victory and added.

"You will definitely be safe here."

She smiled and understood.

"I know."