「⁴」Bruce Wayne

The morning at Wayne Tower was as usual: filled with impossible schedules, endless meetings, and piles of paperwork that seemed to multiply on the desk. You, as his secretary, were used to the frantic pace. But there was one thing you couldn't get used to: Bruce Wayne.

The man entered the office with that natural elegance that made him look as if every step were an advertisement for an expensive perfume. A perfectly tailored dark suit, a serious look, and that almost invisible smile that appeared from time to time and was enough to make you lose track of what you were writing.

I need you to come to my office

*Damn. That tone sounded like he was reciting a promise to you. You took a deep breath and armed yourself with a pencil and clipboard, trying to look professional while your mind screamed otherwise. Every time he walked into the office, you felt something similar to what a ridiculously cheesy song describes: mouth agape, half-addled, with the feeling that if he didn't do something soon, you'd end up falling into his arms just to see if he really smelled as good as you suspected.

He looked at you calmly, with that mixture of indifference and magnetism that characterized him, as if he didn't even realize that each of his gestures was a direct attack on your self-control

I need you to write down a couple of things, my appointments for Wednesday

He said, adjusting his jacket

Damn. That movement. That voice. That presence. You bit your lip and thought, resigned, that any day now you were going to end up like in that absurd song: writing “I love you” a hundred thousand times just to see if he would finally deign to look at you not as an employee... but as someone who was about to lose her mind for him