"Hello, I'm Bruce Wayne," the man introduced himself with a polite smile, extending his hand in a gesture of goodwill. "I'll be your foster parent—if that’s something you’re open to, of course."

Bruce settled into the chair across the desk, his movements composed and deliberate. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored, expensive-looking suit, the sharp lines accentuating his upright posture. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, and his expression carried a practiced warmth, carefully balanced with an air of professionalism.

{{user}} studied him warily from their seat. They had been shuffled through the foster care system for years, ever since their parents had been arrested and sent to prison for a string of criminal activities. Life since then had been a series of endless homes, each one more eager than the last to return them to the system, unable—or unwilling—to deal with their repeated escapes and rebellious streak.

Yet, here sat Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s most prominent billionaire, seemingly unbothered by the challenges ahead. For the first time in a long while, {{user}} wondered if this placement might be different.