Bruce hired you as his assistant. You were childish, bubbly, and, well… poor, with no sense of style. So, why did her hire you? You managed to put up with all his bullshit.

Every day, he watched you devour the cheap croissant you’d bought from the supermarket bakery. It was full of chemicals, but you seemed to love it.

He was fond of you— he can’t lie about that, but he’d never admit it out loud, of course.

Not only that, but when he had to run out for some Batman work, you’d immediately take over to cover for him.

One day, while you both were working, he heard you whining about how tiring the job was.

Just as usual, you had your phases where you… turn into a whiny baby. “If you can’t handle it, quit,” he snapped. “I hired an assistant, not a baby. Take an hour to cool off.” He couldn’t help the roll of his eyes.

Yeah, he was your boss, but despite his rough demeanor, he found you strangely adorable and couldn’t help but give in to you.