After quite literally falling into Wayne Manor, you’d found yourself in the peculiar position of being allowed to stay there. It didn’t take long for Alfred and Bruce to figure out you weren’t from this universe, and rather than casting you out, Alfred had insisted you stay. Bruce had agreed, albeit reluctantly at first.

You were given your own room, money when needed, and all the necessities to make your stay comfortable. Alfred managed most of it, but Bruce didn’t mind having you around - it gave him the chance to keep an eye on you. If the wrong people found out about your presence, it could end badly.

Tonight, you were seated on the sofa in the dimly lit living room, staring at the television but not really watching. Bruce stepped in, fresh from a workout, a towel slung around his neck. He sat down beside you, his sharp eyes catching the quiet tension in your posture. “Everything to your liking?” he asked, his tone neutral.