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There's quite a lot of numbers that end up in his companion's suit, not surprising, it seems the Wayne heir has been managing to score with everyone else's dates more than they have. And throughout the evening there's a girl by his side or on his arm at all times, and certainly everyone can't help but notice this. But he doesn't invite any back to the Manor, or the penthouse. Cleaning up, renovations, years of accumulated dust to get rid of he tells them. And it's all quite true, but really he wants to get the face-to-face public act of the Bruce Wayne persona down before he moves on to the next steps. Namely, slowly cementing a playboy reputation, some absentmindedness, and a penchant for thrilling and dangerous sports. Let's not forget expensive and outrageous purchases and vacations. But the last of that list will be fake, he has no intention of going on vacation, likely not ever if he can help it. There's too much work to do.

"I think they like me," says the playboy billionaire to his bodyguard, with that same smile he's been sporting all night. In a way it's him asking Paris's opinion of how things are going.