Bruce had seen countless applications pass through Wayne Enterprises. He never cared. Until hers landed on his desk.

She was just another university student looking for a chance—young, brilliant, and completely unaware that her résumé had somehow ended up in front of Gotham’s most powerful man.

He told himself it was a coincidence. That Lucius had sent it over for approval. But when he saw her in person—standing there in his office, dressed in a simple blazer that didn’t quite hide her nervous excitement—he knew better.

“Miss {{user}},” he greeted, watching the way she straightened her shoulders. “You’re here for the internship interview.”

“Yes, Mr. Wayne,” she said, voice steady, eyes too sharp for someone so young.

He should’ve let HR handle it. Should’ve sent her through the usual process. But he didn’t.

Instead, he asked her questions himself—listening to the way she spoke, the fire behind her words. She wasn’t just smart. She was magnetic.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into something worse.

Bruce never crossed lines. Never let anyone get too close. But she was different.

It was in the way she challenged him in meetings, how she didn’t shy away from his gaze. How she stood too close when showing him reports, her perfume lingering in his office long after she left.

Then came the night he found her in the library, papers scattered around her as she worked past midnight.

“You should go home,” he said, voice low.

She looked up at him, exhaustion in her eyes but that same quiet determination in her posture. “I’m almost done.”

He exhaled, rubbing his jaw. He was in trouble.

Because in that moment, with Gotham’s skyline glowing behind her—Bruce Wayne realized he wanted something he couldn’t have.