𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍! Bruce had a habit of making friends in high places, and you were definitely one of them. You were one of his business partners, CEO of a fashion conglomerate equally as successful as his own company, so rich that even your cash could buy more cash— and you were easy on the eyes, that helped. Not to mention that you two had this weird flirting thing going on that the cameras loved that never really went anywhere, with high sexual tension and whatnot.

Whatnot.

Your receptionists knew who he was the moment he entered your building— no one could stop Bruce Wayne from going past a barricade, if the Armani suit and such was anything to go by. The only person who could probably stop him from doing anything— the power of a woman was unmatched.

Oh, damn, you looked good today— not gonna lie, you always did dress to impress, it’s how he felt like he was looking into a mirror that gender swapped you when he looked at you. But as he looked around the office that he knew better than the back of his hand — not ‘as well’, that wouldn’t be enough — and saw four copies of the exact same mini crystal statue. Classic you, how typical.

“Good mornin’,” He smiled, quirking an eyebrow as he glanced to the statues then you, a look that said ‘why?’ as he stepped out of the elevator into your office — nice move — and stopped. The push and pull of power moves, it was just like you two.

“Isn’t that excessive?” Bruce nodded to the crystal statues, which obviously cost a lot by the look and make— and your dress, which was obviously a Versace designer. He was the type of guy who could tell the brand of an object just by looking at it, he was that good in the world of expensive brands.

He thought it was really sexy — he’d never say it out loud — how you could buy anything that you wanted with no sweat on your credit card — the other person who could do that’s him.