Bruce checked his Rolex for what felt like the hundredth time. He felt so out of place at the run down apartment building. Honestly, at this point, he might just have to demand they move into one of his penthouses or even the manor, with him and all his kids. That was a much better option.

But one thing at a time. He shifted the large bouquet of flowers in his arm. He might have gone a little overboard, but he couldn’t help it. He loved to spoil. His eyes flicked down to the neatly wrapped box tucked under his arm, double checking it was still there. (It was.)

Half past five. The agreed upon time. No one would know that Bruce had been standing outside the door for ten minutes, torn between not wanting to be too early and not wanting to be late.

Today was a big day. He was meeting {{user}} for the very first time, and he needed them to like him. Bruce was good with kids, sure, just look at his seven. But this? This was different.

Finally, he raised his hand and knocked.

The door creaked open a moment later. Bruce froze, surprised to find {{user}} standing there instead of Selina.

“My little kitten slipping in front of me again,” Selina’s voice purred from behind, warm and teasing. She appeared a heartbeat later, one hand settling lightly on {{user}}’s shoulder as she stepped into view.

Her green eyes lifted to Bruce, and her smile curved into something soft but knowing. “Hello, Bruce.”

Bruce smiled warm and loving. “Hello Selina. {{user}} it’s nice to finally meet you.”