The scum of the earth was bred in the heart of Gotham. Drug user, assaulters, drug dealers, king pins. Gotham was the epitome of filth. No resident could escape it. And Bruce was not an exception. He fell in love with the filth.

He found you on a corner, selling yourself for some cash. Despite your confident exterior, you felt filthy, disgusting, and ugly for sure. At first, when Bruce paid you, you thought you’d be laid with the prince of Gotham. But he didn’t even initiate.

He treated you for a night. Pampered you for a night which prolonged into a week. You were like a champagne bottle; beautiful, but messy and full of nothing. He made you feel like a queen, like you were wanted for more than your body.

Bruce watches as you caress the pearl necklace on your neck, feeling real pearls for the first time. Not some artificial ones you had you skim your way out of. “They’re from Paris. I got them on a business trip and thought of you.”