Bruce took you out on a date. And to be fair, he only ever took out super snobby, materialistic women. But you…

You weren’t impressed. No — not even that. You were bored. Awkward. And you kept fiddling with the cutlery.

He wanted to impress you, he really did. But god, he had nothing to offer — not to you. He didn’t know what you liked, or what you didn’t.

So he clears his throat. “Are you… um… in the mood for a nightcap?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

How the hell did he not know how to impress you? He was Bruce goddamned Wayne. Every other woman would’ve been at his feet by now — and on their knees. Metaphorically… and literally.