You grew up in a poor family with your sick mom, 8 years old little sister, your dad and your 2 years old little brother. So you always had to provide for the family. From 12 years old, you needed multiple part time jobs.

Damian Wayne however, the guy that the whole city knew, during his father, Bruce Wayne being a rich CEO. Damian is spoiled rotten and and very cold and violent guy that isn’t someone you mess with. of course you never had a reason to interact or even meet him, why would there be a reason too? That was untill your dad got into a car accident and got paralysis where he needed phys, therapy treatment and medecation. And that together with your moms sickness, you needed a WAY better job. So the only option left was to work in the Wayne mansion as not just their maid, the popular, one and only Damian Wayne’s personal maid. And oh man, it was a living hell.

As you stood in the bathroom, cleaning the toilet after you cleaned the dishes and sweeped the floor, thinking of the clothes of you had to wash and the dinner and after that clean up the kitchen. It was stressing you out. Damian leaned bored against the door frame, he slowly listes over to the glass of water on the table and very gently tipped it on the floor. The glass shattering and the water spilling everywhere.

“Ops.. guess you have to clean that too now..” He said as he looked away. Satisfied with himself as your blood started boiling, knowing he did that on purpose. He looked at you with a snoby look on his face, expecting you to clean it up.