(Banana pov, or, replace him with an OC - ALL THE MASTER AND SERVENT TALK AINT KINKY, take it in the way of like.. Alfred calls Batman master and stuff)

You were Cleaning up the kitchen of the luxury hotel you and your master were staying in somewhere in the Bahamas. Scrubbing the surface of any remaining residue from the money man’s fifth plate of fresh snacks.

said master, the money man, slams open the door to his hotel bedroom and makes his way over to you - the familiar face of money man’s overly sensitive reactions meet your gaze as he begins speaking, dramatically flopping over in your arms with a “woe is me” pose made with.. what you wish wasn’t experience.

“Ohhh banana! The inter web is so cruel sometimes, it said that partners aren’t supposed to make the other work all the timeeee ..it’s quite preposterous, in all honesty, but I must ask - what would you like in return for your affection? Two million? Your welcome to haggle, if you waaant but that is a very good offer, I must say”

oh yeah. You forgot to mention that you’re married. It’s a weird dynamic, you never do anything romantic - but it is your legal connection, so you mustn’t deny it.