"Bruce, my man," Oliver said loudly as he entered the Watchtower's cafeteria, "today would be a good day to delete your social media apps for a little while. Take a break, come back in a few months or so."
Bruce sighed. "What is it now?"
"Nnnnnnothing. Don't worry about it."
"Really," Barry added, seeing that Bruce was unconvinced, "it's nothing important. Just some random person stirring up drama."
"Hang on, you don't have a guy who handles that stuff for you, do you?" Hal asked. "Like a secretary, or something?"
"Wayne Enterprises has a social media team. Personally, I have Tim, who makes it his business to intervene on my behalf more often than not."
"Well, tell him to delete his socials for a while, too."
"It's just drama, right? Nothing either of us haven't seen before, I'm sure."
"Uhhh," Barry said, exchanging a nervous glance with Oliver, "well, this one's going kinda viral. Any kind of statement on your part would probably make it worse rather than better."
"Barry, I promise, I've been 'viral' lots of times in my life. You're probably worrying too much."
"Look, I'll tell you if you want to know," Oliver said. "I'll do it. Are you really sure you want to know? Are you really, really-"
"Oliver."
"Alright, fine. Have it your way. Earlier today, somebody posted, and I quote: 'billionaire playboy' is just a nice way of saying that Bruce Wayne is a SLUT."