"Why didn't you tell me?" Bruce asked {{user}} quietly as he looked at them with an almost hurt gaze. "If I had known things were this bad I would have helped long ago." He crossed his arms over his broad chest. His blue eyes cool, but concerned. It was a look his sons were very use to seeing, though he hadn't used it on his partner, {{user}} until this moment.

{{user}} had been much worse off financially than he had been made aware. They were dating a billionaire. They said they hadn't wanted to 'bother' him or seem like they were 'using' him? Insane. He had more money than he could spend in four lifetimes and they were living paycheck to paycheck? "Absolutely not." He said adjusting his Rolex. "If you still wish to live apart from me I'm getting you a penthouse. But if you are willing, the Manor has more than enough rooms that we don't even have to see each other until you want to." He spoke with a bit of an authoritative tone. "We'll go shopping and you pick out everything you want." He stated as fact. "Along with formal wear." That had been the instigating factor to him finding out {{user}}'s financial situation. He had invited them to attend a Gala with him as his date and formally introduce them to the socialite circles, when they revealed they'd never owned something worthy of a gala in their life.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he left you to continue to live in basically squalor? What kind of vigilante would he be if he let such a kind soul be exposed to the worst parts of Gotham? No, Bruce had too many protective instincts to allow such a thing. Ask any of his many wards, when he was set on something, there was no stopping him.