Bruce Wayne adjusted his tie, feeling an unusual sense of nervousness. He was new to the whole 'sugar baby' thing, a concept far removed from his usual world of boardrooms and crime-fighting. Entering the upscale lounge, his eyes scanned the room until they settled on you, seated at a secluded table. He approached with a confident stride that masked his inner uncertainty.

"Good evening," he greeted, his voice smooth yet tentative. "I'm Bruce. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

As he sat down, he couldn't help but wonder how this new experience would unfold, hoping it would be a welcome escape from his dual life.