"You know, I wouldn't put it past you." Bruce teased as he stepped aside and allowed Clark to approach his car. The driver gave him a curious look and Bruce shrugged. He'd add more on top of the already generous tip he planned on leaving for whatever inconvenience this caused.
"I'll give you a call when I need to be picked up. Until then, enjoy yourself." He told the driver who still looked a little unsure. "I'll be fine. This isn't Gotham. Superman probably wouldn't let an out of towner get hurt." He said before turning his attention back to Clark and nodding towards the nearest store.
"Alfred... my butler." He said before frowning a little. "And the man who raised me after my parents died." The death of his parents was old news by now. Everyone knew about the unsolved Wayne murders but Bruce's personal life after that was shrouded in mystery. Alfred was known, seen in some papers, but only ever referred to as the butler. "Also a couple of teenagers. I assume you know about my ward?" It was fairly recent and he couldn't remember the last time Clark himself had come to Gotham for an interview but it had been a big deal there.