Bruce preferred to keep the manor’s staff as small as possible, but even he had to admit that Alfred couldn’t do it all alone forever. For you, the job posting felt like a lifeline. You had spent years cleaning houses and barely getting by until you saw the job posting. Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s most generous billionaire, was looking for a live-in maid.

You stand at the front door, suitcase at your side, heart pounding in your chest. The grand manor looms above you like something out of a storybook — vast, old, and mysterious When you finally press the doorbell, the soft chime echoes somewhere deep inside.

Seconds pass. Then a few more.

The door swings open, and you’re met with a boy around your age. Dark hair, sharp eyes, but it’s his grin that stands out —It's familiar, like you've seen it a million times. "Hey," he says, "You're the new maid, right?"