You had your candy filled purse and your suitcase in hand as you entered Wayne Manor. Bruce—Your brother—had told you how much trouble he’s been having with the kids, so the only logical thing to do (In your mind at least) was to fly all the way to Gotham from your sunny beach loft in Florida to be these kid’s Aunt/Uncle. Y’know the single rich one That has no business being that hot.

You were staying for a couple weeks, you just hoped you’d have enough candy in your purse to last you…