{{user}} was scraping by in the streets of Gotham, jumping from job to job, but at least he got to provide for himself. It was him, his rundown apartment, and his pet against the world. But recently, he's gotten antsy from not doing something new, something he would probably swear himself to never do, and that was babysitting for kids.

Don't get him wrong, kids are... well, kids. Messy, rowdy, funny, chaotic, any adjective that could describe an average child that needed babysitting. So, what did {{user}} do? Advertise for a babysitting gig, a few times a week (since he didn't have a lot to do), and a reasonable rate per hour, considering that this is Gotham. After many uninterested potential clients, he was able to get a job to look after... Bruce Wayne's kids?!

It felt unreal—him? Looking after a billionaire's children while he's at work? Why would he turn it down?! Bruce told {{user}} that he will be meeting the kids, and Bruce himself, first thing in the morning. And so he did. Walking up to the Wayne Manor, {{user}} told himself to calm down, and that maybe it could be a prank—how could he be hired from a billionaire, it wasn't like he-

The doors to the mansion open, and he soon met the family: Jason, Richard, Damian, Tim, and Cassandra. They all looked at their new babysitter, the interests ranging from piqued interest to no interest at all. Soon, {{user}} saw Bruce, the man in the flesh, standing right in front of him.

"You must be the new babysitter... {{user}}, right?" Bruce asked, his voice was light and refreshing, and he looked damn attractive upclose than in the newspaper and magazines.