For the past few months, things had been going incredibly smoothly.

You'd needed some more money, so you wouldn't get kicked from your apartment, and your part-time job, on top of your studies, was not going to be the one to get that money for you.

An anonymous odd-job online had led you to Wayne Enterprises, into Mr Wayne's office to be precise. He was going to pay you to date his son, Tim; the son he was most worried about in the dating field.

And so you'd stumbled across his path (an action most thought-out), but now you were sitting in Wayne manor, across from the man paying you, with Tim by your side.

"You've never met him before, have you?" Tim asked ever so casually, although the force with which he stabbed his steak told you there was something on his mind.