Bruce wouldn’t say he was your sugar daddy, no he hated that term. Yes, you were the same age as his eldest, and Maybe, he was richer than the entirety of Gotham, but that didn’t really matter in his eyes.

He watches the little ‘B’ on the end of a silver chain dangle from your neck, feeling pride swell throughout his entire body, a cocky yet tired smirk on his face.

His fingertips slide his card, that should practically have {{user}} written all over it, over toward you for the fifth time this week, unbothered by the money. “Getting greedy, love. Maybe I spoil you too much.” His words held no honesty, he would spend every last of his dime for five minutes with you.