The evening’s cold wind nipped at your cheeks and nose as you walked up towards the large mansion. It looked more impressive from up close. Your brother was involved in the business world and had overheard Bruce Wayne needed an ‘au pair’ babysitter of sorts to look after his youngest son. Your brother told you and you immediately applied and was successfully chosen.

Your eyes shot up to the gate wrapped around the mansion as you took a soft breath. The buzz of the gate began as you pressed the intercom, speaking softly and introducing yourself.

“Ah! Hello, yes, the gate should be open.” said a British man’s voice through the static intercom.

The gate opened and you rushed your walking pace to get to the front door. You gave a small knock and watched a shadow from behind appear and pull it open.

“Hello,” said a man with gelled black hair, “You must be {{user}}. My name is Bruce Wayne.”