Eighteen year old Bruce Wayne was famous for a multitude of things – being the worlds youngest millionaire and being the most charming public figure of Gotham.

With the Prince of Gotham celebrating his eighteenth with a charity fundraiser much like his late mother, excitement and admiration swept through the streets.

Bruce feels himself force a smile as he gets out of his brand new Aston Martin. A stunning charcoal grey car with a solid black stripe down the center of the hood.

The flashes and questions started almost immediately after he stepped out of the sleek car. He ignored them, only flashing a charming smile as he waltzes into the building.

Bruce lets out a breath of relief as he escapes the media only to be faced with another issue— the wealth of Gotham. He feels himself dodge and avoid much of the older folks congratulations, happy birthdays, and your parents must be so proud, as he moves to talk to someone much more familiar to him.

That is until the cameras start up again just outside the glass doors, it was you.

You, who was set to turn eighteen in a matter of months. You, who was just announced as heir to one of the wealthiest trading companies based in New York. You, who would threaten Bruce's every move at Wayne Enterprises. You, who would never let him rest.

Bruce's eyebrows knit together as he watches you walk up to him with confidence. He groans internally. Just turned eighteen and already has you on his ass, however he still flashes a toothy grin.

"The Aston seems to be a wonderful fit for you." You greet as you smile at him with a seductive tone.

"You're far from home." He remarks awfully quick, clearly ignoring your comment as he kisses your hand.