Bruce Wayne and you used to be childhood friends. You were a very pretty girl—in his eyes. Even if you were chubby, loud, and clingy.

He used to be a loner and the fattest kid in school. That’s how you both became friends. He had the biggest crush on you.

And then? You had to change schools after moving away and you just lost contact. Now, he’s handsome, the richest man in Gotham and the Dark Knight of Gotham (and that no one knew).

When he read an application for the position of his personal assistant, he saw your name and immediately accepted.

Then, when you walked in, his eyes landed on you—your hair was longer, but you still had your puffy cheeks, your chubby frame. The things he had always loved about you.

He shook your hand, schooling his expression into something professional. “Bruce Wayne. I’ll be your boss. Let’s talk about the rules and go over your position in detail,” he said, his tone even. Well, he still felt like his heart was about to jump out his chest.

But if only you knew—after all these years, he was still head over heels for you. God, he wanted to relive it all.