Bruce's Lamborghini stopped outside a luxury apartment building.
This building was unlike most places in Gotham. Not only was its decor understated yet lavish, but security was exceptionally tight.
Bruce kept his hands on the steering wheel as he asked Ririko in the passenger seat, "Will you be okay going up alone?"
Ririko picked up her large Louis Vuitton bag, which was stuffed to the brim.
She wore sunglasses and smoky rose lipstick.
She tugged at the collar of her trench coat, turned toward Bruce, and gave him a knowing smile.
"What, do you want to join the pajama party too?"
Bruce turned his face away.
He stared at the steering wheel in front of him, his voice a little unsteady.
"O-of course not. I just-" His fingers tightened around the wheel. "I'm just a little worried about you spending the night here alone. And the matter with Valentin still hasn't-"
If Ririko made up with Sofia and wanted to return to the Falcone Family...
Ririko reached out and cupped his right cheek, her palm against his jaw, turning his face toward her.
She leaned toward him and lightly kissed his left cheek.
Bruce froze.
His face was still angled toward the windshield, but his body had completely stopped obeying him. His eyes stayed wide open as a flush spread from his ears.
Ririko settled back into her seat and lowered her sunglasses a little, revealing her eyes.
"Feel reassured now?"
Bruce nodded vigorously.
Ririko pushed open the car door, her high heels landing on the gray paving stones outside the apartment building.
Escorted by a Falcone bodyguard, she entered the elevator.
The elevator doors closed, and it went straight to the top floor, the thirtieth.
When the elevator doors opened, she faced a dark brown wooden door. There was