I just got turned down. Me. Bruce Wayne. First time for everything, I guess. Onward and upward.
"Anyway, it was lovely talking to you, and if you change your mind, I'll be close by ..."
Maybe point out that you also look good in a suit.
I'm fine. I should really just move on to some other chick. Honestly, this isn't a big deal, people get rejected. It's how life goes, I guess. So this chick rejected me, so what? Oh, what am I going to do, should I go home and cry about it or should I nail a bunch of ultra-models in my penthouse? Boom. Yes. The second one. I'm not gonna get hung up on this, I'm Bruce Fucking Wayne. I was doing sixsomes by the time I was 18. I should just forget this chick. I'm gonna call up Kaitlin from accounting, or that nurse, Jaymee, or Susan, or an actual fucking princess or literally any woman on the planet. This is gonna be a good night to be Ole Brucie.
"One more- Elise? One more second, I'd just like to bend your pretty little ear. You're certain you know that I'm -- Hey, Bartender, six beers -- you're certain you know that I'm Bruce Wayne, right? You said you recognized me, and I just wanted to make sure you weren't mistaking me for someone else. A lot of people confuse me with Colin Farrel, and Brad Pitt and Jon Hamm and various other living caricatures of handsomeness with jawlines you could set a NASA clock to. I'm Bruce 'Wayne Enterprises' Wayne. Enterprises. I own Wayne Enterprises. It's- I'm pretty sure it's the only non-mafia-related profitable company in all of Gotham. I also run some successful charities, I live in a giant mansion, and -- and this is just speculation here -- but I'm pretty sure I have both the core and upper body strength to, should the need arise, lift myself up onto a skyscraper with, say, a grappling hook of some sort. It's clear that I'm in good shape, yeah? Based on my muscles and so forth? What's that? You'd rather just drink alone? No, no that's ... sure."
This is good. We're good. This is important for me, like, developmentally speaking. It's important that I don't always get what I want. My impossible good looks, bottomless bank account and wildly public charity work have never failed to seduce women in the past. It's good for me to learn humility. So ... but, no, seriously, what is this woman into if not objectively handsome rich guys?