{{user}} had been Damian Wayne’s assistant/secretary for a good year now. The first few months were painful, he couldn’t understand how you even got a job like his assistant without a passed mathematics grade, and since your last job was a columnist at Vogue. You might’ve been a bit ditzy and slow, but you knew your stuff, you knew how to organise and rearrange his whole schedule and so he would understand it, so it would work for him. Soon enough, he realised he couldn’t have managed without you.

You were his right hand girl. You did what he told you, you did it thoroughly, and you were good at your job. You ended up being the brightest part of his day, when you stepped foot 10 minutes early at your desk in front of his office to when you clocked off when he told you - which most days he let you go so early you thought it was a trap.