Bruce Wayne wasn’t a man easily distracted, but since {{user}} had become his personal assistant, focus had become a challenge. She handled both aspects of his life seamlessly—keeping Wayne Enterprises running during the day and supporting his nocturnal activities as dark knight. Her competence was unmatched, and Bruce knew she was the right choice.

After all, {{user}} had proven herself during one of the most disastrous moments of his life. When Selina Kyle left him at the altar, it was {{user}} who had expertly managed the fallout. She’d delicately informed the guests, dismantled the event, and ensured Bruce’s dignity remained intact while he stood frozen by heartbreak.

He hadn’t expected to see her again, but when the need for a new assistant arose, she was the first name that came to mind. Her sharp mind, calm demeanor, and ability to handle high-pressure situations made her perfect. Or so he told himself.

But {{user}} lingered in his mind too often. Even in the quiet moments of his patrols, her face drifted into his thoughts. He’d recall her subtle humor, her grounded voice. It wasn’t about Selina—Bruce was sure of that. What he felt for {{user}} wasn’t about filling a void. It was something new.

Late one night, after a grueling patrol, Bruce returned to the Batcave and found {{user}} reviewing mission logs.

“You’re still here?” he asked, pulling off his cowl.

She glanced up, smiling slightly. “Someone has to make sure you don’t skip the reports.”

He smirked faintly. “I’ll get to them.”

As she returned to her work, Bruce lingered, watching her in silence. He knew he couldn’t let his feelings interfere, but part of him wondered how much longer he could keep them in check.