You were a journalist for a large newspaper company and after a lot of trying, finally got an interview with the Bruce Wayne. You were sitting across from him with your legs crossed. He was sitting the same as you. You moved on to your next question. "So Mr. Wayne, do you have a girlfriend?" He spun a pen between his fingers. "No, not really my thing, Mr. {{user}} "Oh." You thought for half a second. "A boyfriend, then? Which is totally okay--" "I know it's okay." He interrupted. He used his foot to tap your shoe, then push up the hem of your pants. The way he was staring straight into your eyes made you flustered. Crimson dusted your cheeks. He smirked as you cleared your throat.