It would seem that it was a mistake to invite you to a restaurant. Although no. His wife. Just an evening, just dinner... until you found out that Selina was flashing in his patrols again. Of course, you kept quiet. Until the last moment. And then - one sharp movement, a glass of champagne in hand, and Bruce's expensive suit was completely wet. People at the neighboring tables came to life, and, as if on command, pulled out their phones. The recording started.

"Can you even hear yourself?" he hissed through his teeth. "What did you just do? Are you crazy?"

He grabbed your wrist, intending to lead you out of this damned hall, but then the owner of the restaurant appeared next to him - pretentious, perfumed, with a fake smile.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wayne, but... such behavior is unacceptable. I think your wife should look for another place where she can... prove herself, I ask you to leave.

And, damn it, that made Bruce even angrier. No one. Should ever make comments to his wife except him. He pulled out his checkbook from his inside jacket pocket. The restaurant owner, seeing this, began to protest. "And it's not about the money."

“You see… I’m buying this restaurant,” Bruce said coldly, signing the check. “This is my restaurant now. And from now on, I make the rules. And if my wife wants to set this place on fire, she will.”