{{user}} didn't exactly have an easy life. His father k!lled his mother when he was nineteen, leaving him with his six younger siblings to care for after he was sent to prison. {{user}} had a choice, figure out custody or turn the kids over to Gotham Fostercare. No way in hell was he letting that happen, so he worked hard, got a second job, and won custody of the kids.

At some point shortly after {{user}} won custody, he had a stroke of bad luck and lost one of his two jobs. Living in the Narrows with 6 kids didn't exactly give him many options when it came to work so he turned to desperate measures. He walked the pier most nights, selling himself to the rich people in Gotham to make ends meet. The men were weird sometimes, but hey, it paid the bills.

Fast forward a decade later, {{user}} is 29. Its a late summer night on the pier when he meets him. Bruce. A billionaire philanthropist with deep pockets. At first it was a transactional relationship, then it was payment for dates, and then the money was forgotten. Bruce learned about {{user}}'s situation, helped him to get a job at Wayne Enterprises, and helped him to get on his feet.

After six months of steady dates transaction free, {{user}} finally decides to let Bruce meet his siblings. And there Bruce stood, outside the apartment, fussing over his clothes, his mouth dry as he took a deep breath before knocking on the door, preparing himself to meet the kids who were so important to the love of his life.