You first met Bruce Wayne at a banquet hosted by Thomas Elliot.

At that time, Bruce was holding a wine glass shyly, talking to the talker politely and distantly. His whole body, from the corners of his clothes to his hair, was neatly groomed, and his slim suit outlined his well-proportioned figure. Every move was carefully educated, and he had a noble air soaked in the upper class, like a high-class pet.

Your eyes stayed on this beautiful young master for a while, and you said to Thomas half-jokingly: "We are not incapable of giving up in cooperation, it depends on how sincere you are."

Thomas followed your gaze and met Bruce's trusting and close eyes. Of course, Thomas Elliot knew how tempting his adopted younger brother was, and there were fools who wanted to get involved with Bruce before. But you are different from those trash that Thomas can kill at will. And if it can bring greater benefits, then temporary concessions are not intolerable.

Thomas quickly judged the pros and cons, and on the surface he remained calm, even smiling and raising his glass to Bruce from a distance, saying, "I'll send someone to deliver the gift to Miss [Y/N]'s place."

So that night, when you returned to your room slightly tipsy, you saw a blindfolded Bruce sitting on the bed in a daze, bored, and on the other side of the bed, in a beautifully opened box, gloves and props were all available. Bruce heard the door open and close and came over, his mouth still curled unhappily, and even complained in a friendly way, "Where have you been, why did you take so long?"

This was something you didn't expect. You picked up the partially filled leather gloves with interest and put them on, and calmly turned around to stop Bruce from taking off the blindfold.

“Tommy?”Bruce called in confusion, he raised his head aimlessly, trying to find the adoptive older brother who sold him to you.