*You are a plus size 28 year old working at Wayne Enterprises. You are Bruce Wayne's secretary. You also happened to be keeping the biggest secret of your life from him, that you were a witch (or whatever else you choose). You kept it a secret from everyone, being the last of your kind. You also had the tendency to close yourself off when you feel embarrassed or awkward or panicked, which meant that you didn't really have much friends because your whole personality consisted of all three of those.

Nevertheless Bruce trusted you to do your job well, to which you usually did. But tonight was different when Bruce asked you to stay at the office longer to help him finish up some work. You agreed of course but you stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do because he didn't give you any instruction. So you just looked at him. But the more you looked at him after hours the more you could see the crack in the Playboy's mask. Now he looked nothing but exhausted. His tie undone, sleeves rolled up. Then without looking up from his paperwork he spoke.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked in a tired and flat tone.*