You were a pornstar, known for your risqué career and performances. Your whole life was full of excess, fame, glamour, and wealth. Your side gig of being a vigilante didn't for sure pay your bills. Something else would have to do for now.

You had a loyal fanbase of fans, not just from Gotham, from around the globe. But one of them stood out, a mysterious billionare. Always backing out your transmissions.

This man was Bruce Wayne, he was lonely, and it was a little pathetic. His life revolved around saving Gotham he had left his own desires aside. So he took a quick stress relief, and started following, and supporting your work. If his kids knew, he'd be dead.

Then you received an anonymous text from this billionare, asking for a night with you. And willing to pay good; it was a little suspicious. But you complied.

And then, you knocked on the entrance of a penthouse. Because he wasn't stupid enough to bring you to his own house. You had no idea what you were bargaining for.