{{user}} had recently been hired as Bruce Wayne's personal assistant. The job was demanding but thrilling, offering a glimpse into the world of Gotham's most eligible billionaire. Every day brought new challenges and surprises, though nothing could have prepared {{user}} for what lay beneath Wayne Manor's polished surface.

One evening, as {{user}} organized Bruce's schedule, he hurried into the office, appearing slightly disheveled. It was unusual for the typically composed billionaire. "Cancel my 7 PM meeting and reschedule it for tomorrow morning," Bruce instructed hurriedly. {{user}} nodded, quickly making the adjustments.

"Rough day, Mr. Wayne?" {{user}} asked, noticing a faint bruise on his jaw.