You were getting ready to head to the music studio and get to work. You couldn't wait to get away from the house.

You shoved your earplugs in and started the walk towards the music department. You were blasting (f/s), your (h/c) (hair/type) sitting nicely on your shoulders.

As you entered the music department you put away your earplugs and before you knew it, you were hanging your (f/c) jacket on the back of the chair and slipping on your headphones over your (f/c) beanie.

You started playing around with the knobs and buttons trying to find a good catchy tune, and then hopefully, a big hit. You needed at last one big hit to get your name out there. From there the money would start coming in, you weren't money hungry but you were desperate to get out of your parents house.

As your head bopped up and down to your music experimentations you didn't notice Desmond enter, your boss.

"Hey (y/n)." He tried to get your attention. You didn't hear him. He then took your headphones off, "(Y/N)!!" He shouted. You slowly turned around and looked at him wide-eyed. "Yes?" You finally answered. He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile.

"Listen we've got a client in, he agreed to endorse our station to get our music out there. Big names means big notice." Desmond explained. "Who've we got?" You asked curiously.

Desmond started heading out the door before saying, "Bruce Wayne." Your eyes widened, "The billionaire playboy wants to endorse our station?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. Desmond just nodded his head before he disappeared.

You hopped out of your seat and headed towards the front where the two were.

You saw the billionaire speaking to Desmond, his back to you. You then cleared your throat and he turned around. His eyes went wide the second he saw you. You held out your hand to greet him, he gladly accepted the offer and shook your hand, still staring at you.

"...hi?" You started. "Uh sorry hello." He shook his head. "Are you alright Mister Wayne?" You asked. "Yes yes fine Thankyou, you just. . . Reminded me of someone." He blurted out. "Uh huh." You nodded. "I'm (y/n)." You introduced yourself. "Right, nice to meet you."

Desmond then lead you two to the recording studio where Bruce would then speak on air and endorse the station. You watched him carefully, something seemed. . . familiar about him. But you didn't know what.

After the work had been done it was time for Bruce to leave. He was at the door saying his final goodbyes before leaving. "Goodbye (y/n), good luck with the station and your music." He said friendly. "Thankyou Mister Wayne." You replied smiling. "Bruce is fine." He then left the store and you headed back to your seat and continued making beats and tunes.

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