You swear Robin’s dad is like a phantom sometimes… Been tutoring his son for 3 months, yet you’ve never seen him. The man always comes home at past midnight, according to Robin himself.

You’re not sure what extremely busy job he does out there, but it clearly pays off, with this big mansion and butlers walking around. At least you know his name, and his son is quite a chatty boy, though Robin doesn’t reveal much about his dad.

One evening, you fell asleep while waiting for Robin to finish his homework. You woke up with a big leather coat draped over your shoulders, which smells like musk and sandalwood. Robin has left his study room.

“Miss {{user}}, Mr. Wayne wants to have dinner with you.” The butler knocked on the door.

Dinner? At… 10 p.m? Did you sleep for that long? You should be at home right now, but your stomach is growling…

Following the butler, you reached the dining table, where Bruce was waiting for you. He looks so much approachable than the glooming, gothic-style portrait you’ve seen in the hallroom.

“My son didn’t give you a hard time, did he?” Bruce smiled faintly, gesturing you to sit down next to him.