He wasn't sure where to sit - on the bed with her, or somewhere a bit more appropriate, giving her space. Finally pulling a chair closer, Bruce sat beside the bed to speak with her, leaning forward expectantly.
The smile was a good sign. "You can ask me anything you like," he smiled back. "Vacation or not. But when we get to Gotham, I'll happily submit to whatever lists you devise."
Bruce's eyebrow rose as she stipulated a request, but he laughed once he heard it. "Everyone wants to drive the damn car," he murmured, rolling his eyes with a grin. "Yes, darling, you may try out the car. Any of them you like, as a matter of fact."