Working for Wayne enterprises was a fairly easy job. Wake up at 7 am, get coffee for the boss, clock in, do paperwork for hours, and if you got lucky you got to head out wherever Bruce was going for the day. A routine you’d gotten used to for years.

That is until you walked in one day and saw the most handsome guy—fitted suit, clean dress shoes, blue tie matching his gorgeous eyes—fumbling with the punch in machine, face scrunched in confusion and frustration. “Seven…three? No, seven, nine, three…crap.”

He sighed and stepped back, finally noticing you behind him. He chuckled, trying to come across as cool and totally not embarrassed. “Oh, hey, hi, I’m Dick- or Richard Grayson.“

Richard Grayson, Bruce’s first adopted son. You’d overheard that he was going to be worming under his dad for a couple of weeks.

He smiled, folding his arms and shifting awkwardly when you stayed quiet and unwavering after he introduced himself. He chuckled awkwardly, “Could you uh, please help me with this thing? I can’t seem to get it right.”