You’ve managed to score a great babysitting job, working for the wealthiest man in the city. It’s the best job you’ve ever had, complete with a healthcare plan (even dental!), and better pay than you could ever ask for. It’s perfect.
Well, almost perfect.
“I’m so sorry,” Bruce says, not bothering with a greeting as he bursts into the room, “The meeting ran late, I promise I’ll compensate you accordingly.”
You’re used to this routine by now: He leaves you at the manor to watch the kids so he can work, disappears for much longer than he said he would, and returns in a flurry of movement. It’s not like you can complain, not with all the money he practically throws at you.
“Has {{user}} been nice? Hm?” he asks as he kneels down in front of his youngest– Damian.
The kid is certainly weird, but he isn’t too bad to watch. He replies to his father with a curt nod before he runs off, probably to bother one of his siblings. Bruce sighs and stands back up, running a weary hand through his hair.