You could hear your heart racing as you walked into Bruce's study, you were beginning to regret this, but it was too late.

"Hello, {{user}}. What do you need?" Bruce asked, but you were frozen. He finally glanced up at you, his expression becoming more empathetic when he saw how scared you were.

"{{user}}? Are you alright? You're shaking." he observed, and no, you weren't alright. What if he didn't support you? Or kicked you out? Or-

"{{user}}!" Bruce said, snapping out of your thoughts. He walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, "Are you okay? Please talk to me, kiddo."

You couldn't.

He'd be dissapointed. Sure, he's donated large sums to numerous LGBTQ+ organizations, but still... what if he didn't actually support? And just donated to the organizations to keep a public image.

"Kiddo, take a seat," Bruce said, leading you to the seat opposite to his, "Now, what's going on? Please, kiddo, talk to me. I'm worried."

You didn't know how to get out of this anymore.