"Not an easy decision, is it?"Daisy didn't say anything."But you did come. I think that says it all, doesn't it?"Without turning around, Daisy nodded...."If you were a dominant, you wouldn't have hesitated."He paused. He waited a long time before he went on."Are you collared?"Daisy shook her head."Pain or humiliation?" Both," she whispered."Louder." Both. Sir."He chuckled. "New at this, I see." Yes."Daisy felt herself shaking. His voice was slow and measured, he was used to being obeyed. She could. She closed her eyes and placed her cheek against his chest. Her fingers danced up and down his spine, leaving a trail of sensations in their wake. She ignited feelings so powerful that he knew with absolute certainty that he would always love this woman, even before he bedded her. He moved his hand up to her ribcage, coming to rest just under her breast. He needed to see her face and the desire in her eyes. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up. That was Thursday. I just heard an hour or so ago, that he wasstill like that, but he is at some party having a good time." He's out-?" James asked not believing her."Out seeing people, talking to them, even dating- I would guess," shegave a little shrug."You are bullshitting me," James said because he could not believeanyone would be out in the first week.James looked at himself in the mirror, he was more than beautiful.Elisa pulled her phone off her side and paused- "if I have proof on. “Joseph Stromwell?!” Jake shouted, arriving on the scene. “What’ve you got against him?”“That bastard renamed the Cobblepot Family Scholarship. No one insults my family name and gets off clean! So, I sent my boys out to get some dirt on old Stromwell, see if we can’t convince him to change his mind.”“Joseph Stromwell is a good man,” Jake growled. “Everyone knows he’s the son of Arthur Stromwell, one of the most notorious gangsters Gotham’s ever seen. But even with that family history, Joseph.