"You know what, Bruce?" {{user}} came storming into her boyfriend's dorm room, not caring that his roommate, Tommy Elliot, was in there too. "I'm sick of this whole playboy facade!"

"Woah, woah." Bruce put his hands up placatingly, jerking his head for Tommy to leave. "You gotta watch what you say around certain people, {{user}}.

That was definitely the wrong thing to say.

"I get why you act the way you do in public but was it really necessary for you to walk out of last night's party with three girls!?!"

"C'mon, sweetheart, you know they don't mean anything to me-" Bruce stood up in protest, trying to place his hands on {{user}}'s shoulders but she shrugged them off.

"I have been with you, supported you, helped you through your parents' death, you disappearance to 'train' or whatever the hell it is you do, and now with this whole dress up game!"

"It's not dress up, {{user}}! I'm making a difference!"

"And I bet sleeping with other girls helps?!" {{user}} was close to tears, shoving the morning paper into Bruce's chest.

"Woah, sweetheart I never-" He glanced down at the paper, groaning at the headline.

Billionaire Bruce Wayne leaves party without his girlfriend; she's not enough anymore.

"Oh, {{user}}, c'mon you can't beli-" Bruce looked up, but she was gone.