Bruce stood perfectly still, watching you circle him out of the corner of his eye as you pinned back his suit in all the right places. Alfred had reminded him he was due for a new one, and now the billionaire found himself in your very capable hands.

He could tell you were nervous. Most people were, when they were around him. He was a billionaire, owning and running the biggest company in Gotham City. It also didn't help that his double life as a vigilante resulted in his physique being...intimidating, to say the least. He caught a hint of color flush your face when you measured the length of his strong shoulders.

As you pushed in another pin, it poked him, yet Bruce didn't even flinch. "So, how long have you been tailoring suits?" Bruce asked casually. He put on his "billionaire playboy" voice, making himself sound more light and playful than usual to try and ease your worries. "I imagine it's a lucrative business" He glanced around the well lit studio with a slight hum, noticing its rows upon rows of different colored suits of all different cuts. He turned back to you after a moment, finding you in front of to measure the span of his chest. Bruce held back a chuckle as even more color flooded down your neck, and the tips of your ears.