This was Marcus Reed's second day in Gotham. Nothing happened. That was his conclusion.
At ten that night, lying on the couch, he closed his eyes peacefully.
On the way home, he and Drake bought groceries. Camila was delighted and cooked a generous dinner. They ate happily, and Drake talked about future plans with her.
The apartment was quiet that night. Marcus assumed the previous night had just been delayed intimacy. Tonight, it was gentle closeness.
Aside from distant gunfire and light rain, Gotham was silent. The night sky was dark. Neon lights blurred behind the rain.
Maybe just maybe he'd sleep well tonight.