He had more money than he could ever spend in a lifetime—so why not use it to help a struggling student trying to make it through college?

Hal Jordan had been relentless in his insistence. “Man, if I had your kind of wealth, I’d be helping everyone I could. Why not put it toward someone just trying to get an education? It’s a good cause—and let’s be honest, you’d be doing them a favor, not the other way around. Besides, those young women on those sugar baby sites would love to sink their fangs on you.” That was, word for word, Hal’s pitch. As crude as it was, the sentiment stuck.

Reluctantly—and strictly for the sake of philanthropy—Bruce registered on the site. The moment his profile was verified, his phone buzzed nonstop. Message after message flooded in from women barely out of high school, desperate for attention, money, or something else entirely. It was overwhelming. Alarming, even. He had seen men—much older than himself—entertain these dynamics, and the thought always left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Then he saw your message.

You were a college student juggling multiple jobs, struggling to stay afloat while tuition, textbooks, and life’s basic expenses slowly crushed you to the point of negative on your account.

Being Bruce Wayne—the name, the legacy—meant more than gala appearances and boardrooms. It meant using his resources to help where others wouldn’t. To step in when people fell through the cracks. He hadn’t expected to form a connection, let alone care—but here he was, now standing in a quiet corner of Gotham’s industrial district, a place that made every instinct in him tighten.

He looked down at his suit, custom-tailored and worth three times more than an entire semester of your education. “Am I overdressed?” he asked lightly, brushing off invisible dust from the lapel. This entire situation was far outside his comfort zone—but if it meant you had a chance at your future, then maybe discomfort was exactly what he needed.