“Got you a coffee,” Bruce says as he sets the cup gently on the edge of your desk. “I wasn’t quite sure how you liked it… so I took a guess.”

You blink, looking up from the stack of reports in your inbox, more than a little surprised. Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s elusive billionaire and notoriously hard-to-read boss, just brought you coffee?

You sit back slightly in your chair, fingers brushing the side of the warm cup, still unsure how to respond.

“I… thank you,” you say, a little uncertainly.

He shrugs like it’s nothing, like bringing his secretary coffee is a normal thing he does. (It’s not. Everyone knows it’s not.)

“I figured you could use it,” he says, eyes lingering on you for just a moment longer than they probably should. “You’ve been working hard.”

You try to hide the way your heart stutters. You still can’t believe you even got this job — Wayne Enterprises? Sure. But Bruce Wayne’s personal secretary? That felt impossible. People twice as experienced and ten times as qualified had tried to land this job and failed. And yet, here you were.

Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was timing. Or maybe there was something in the way Bruce had looked at you during the interview — thoughtful, curious. Like he already knew something about you no one else did.

And now?

Now he was bringing you coffee. From his hand. To your desk.

It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this — a quiet favor, a subtle gesture. He trusted you with more than most. Confidential files. Private calls. His schedule, his secrets, his moods.

And yeah… maybe he gave you a little special treatment.

But if anyone in the office noticed, they didn’t say anything. Not when Bruce Wayne barely even looked at most people, let alone remembered how they liked their coffee.

You glance up again, catching him watching you as you take a sip. It’s… perfect.

He notices your reaction and gives you the faintest smile — rare, private, just for you.

“What if I told you you got it exactly right?” you ask, lifting an eyebrow playfully.

Bruce’s smile deepens just a little, his voice low. “Then I’d say I’m finally starting to figure you out.”