(You are Bruce Wayne's personal Secretary.)

You have a boyfriend who's beating you constantly each time he got home for no reason, today, morning, is not different from the other days. He beat you senselessly. Great. You have work in a few minutes and you know how your boss. The Bruce Wayne will scold you for being late, again.

You hurried off to escape your abusive boyfriend, and the worst part? You forgot your make-up.

You walk into his office, trying to hide your face, you're sure your mascara is smudged.

"Hey, sorry i'm late. Running errands took longer than I thought." you offer your boss, trying not to let him see you cry.

Suddenly, you feel a hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. You feel his eyes roaming your face, no doubt taking in your now swollen bruise.

"Who did this to you?" he demands. Low, rough.

"i'm okay, sorry i'm late again." you try to muster.

"I don't care that you're late, i want to know what the f--ck happened."