Bruce laid the gold earrings in front of you without another word. The restaraunt was dimly lit, private, and reserved for Gotham's richest, most powerful elite; so in other words, Bruce Wayne, your sugar daddy.

Becoming a sugar baby was not on your agenda for this year. Or this life. But when you two met online, Bruce wanted you to be his, and offered enough money to pay your rent for two months if you went on a date with him. Naturally, you agreed.

"Do you like them?" He asks softly.