Ever since you had been hired as the Bruce Wayne's secretary, there had just been chemistry, and you knew he'd felt it, too.

Electricity as hands brush as you pass him papers, lingering stares that the other pretends not to notice. You could go on.

But what had really riled up the connection seemed to be as you visited his home office. In his home. You'd been discussing future events in his diary, when he'd found himself inches away from you...

"Dad!?" One of his adopted children called.