Joker: A Fair Lady.

IX

At the end of the sexual act, Grace rose to kiss Arthur while he covered her in his arms. They parted their lips and the redhead shone a big smile. They looked deeply and she discovered an anguish in Arthur's eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly as she carried her fingers over his hair. "About what?" He pretended with a languished smile. "Arthur," she said uneasily. The redhead settled on the bed and at the same time he laid his head on her chest. She was surprised by his attitude. "Arthur," she insisted," you know you can tell me anything. More if it is something that worries you.

"It's nothing," he said, snuggling into her. "I do not believe you."

"Really, I'm fine."

At those words, Grace sighed sadly and brought her arms around him, seeking to comfort him with the affection she always gave him.

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Grace was the first to wake up and she observed curiously Arthur, who slept deeply. At no time did he undo his hug and, by his slight gestures, seemed to have a conflict with bad dreams. She wanted to wake him up but something inside her prevented about it. She analyzed those faces and became more attached to him, hoping he would control himself. She discovered that her breaths were deep, and she was surprised for it or maybe she had not noticed. After a few moments, calmly, she got out of bed and looked for her intimate garment and gown. Arthur felt the slight movements, opened his eyes and woke up with the image of the long reddish hair. A slight smile was drawn for a few seconds, he turned around and brought one of his hands to his face to rub his eyes. Grace discovered those movements from the corner of her eye, turned around and glanced him.

"Good morning," she greeted with his typical smile. "Good morning," he said sleepily. "I will prepare breakfast. Would you like waffles and scrambled eggs?" He responded with a slight nod. "Good." She pounced at him and kissed his cheek. Grace smiled and got out of bed to go to the kitchen.

Arthur looked at her until her image disappeared, he dropped his hands on his abdomen and stared at the ceiling. Since he had discovered that his father was Thomas Wayne, something inside him broke. All his life he believed that his father was gone that he had abandoned him and his mother and now, knowing that his father was close to running for mayor of this city, a need to face him grew up in him. He placed his hands on his face and scrubbed them carefully, believing it was all a bad dream. Once he stopped a sigh came, he got out of bed and prepared to take a bath and get ready for the new day to come.

Following the morning routine, Arthur left the room and found that Grace was already preparing the table. She smiled at him and returned to the kitchen for the breakfast. Arthur walked and approached the ledge of family photographs and he observed, as usual, the photograph of Grace's father and brother; both detonating a wonderful union. Arthur's mind drew his face on Grace's brother and Thomas Wayne's in her father. A smile was reflected and believing what had created his mind, he turned to take a seat in the dining room.

Grace set the plates, sat down next to Arthur and they both had their breakfast. During a few moments of trivial talks, it occurred to him to ask her something he had not wanted to say before.

"Grace, how was your father and brother relationship?" The redhead finished chewing her waffle and passed it with a drink of orange juice. "Well, as I told you once, Peter was my dad's pride. For follow in his footsteps in the army."

"Was him your father's adoration?"

"Yes," she said as she nodded. "He loved us. I was the princess, but Peter was the king. I do not want to sound like I am jealous, but dad always showed his adoration towards him. Peter was everything and he was a good son and brother. I have no complaints about him only when we were children," she remembered with a smile. "We were always united." Arthur smiled. "I would have liked to meet him and your father too."