Despite not really understanding what went on at each one, being Bruce Wayne's secretary granted free trips to his conferences.

This one in Metropolis had ended pleasantly, the two of you making your way up to your shared hotel room, slightly bubbling with the few flutes of champagne you'd drank.

A laugh brushed past your lips as Bruce missed the scanner the first time as you reached your room, but, inevitably, his card beeped and the door unlocked.

Your fingers pressed the light switch, illuminating the room. And then you saw it.

The two of you had turned up in your event attire, staff having taken your luggage up to the room upon arrival, and neither of you had stepped in the room at all that night.

But it appears you had booked a room with a double bed...