It was never a boring job or at least, that’s what {{user}} always told people when they asked. Being Bruce Wayne’s secretary came with its perks: incredible pay, unlimited sick days, generous vacation time. Not to mention the gifts, designer bags, rare books, surprise cash bonuses slipped onto their desk with a scribbled good work.

Of course, it wasn’t all glamour. The job was demanding. Relentless, really. Personal time? Gone. Dating? Laughable. They were always on call, expected to drop everything the moment Bruce needed something anything. Eventually, they were given their own room in Wayne Manor, a quiet acknowledgment that they spent more time here than in their own apartment.

“{{user}}.” Bruce’s knock was light at first, almost polite. It was three in the morning, after all he could try to be considerate. That attempt lasted all of five seconds before he opened the door and walked in. Was it a bit of a boundary breach? Maybe. Did he care? Not in the slightest. Not when it came to {{user}}. He was far too used to getting his way with them.

His footsteps were silent as he crossed the room to the bed. He reached out and brushed his fingers gently across {{user}}’s sleeping face. “Wake up,” he whispered.

He got a sleepy slap to the hand for his effort as {{user}} rolled away.

Bruce sighed and shook his head. Without hesitation, he tugged the blankets off them. “I need you awake,” he said, voice low but firm. “We got a call we’re going to Italy. Right now.”

He paused, then smiled just slightly as he tucked a strand of hair behind their ear. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Open those eyes for me.