"I guess your fame precedes you," Bruce said, smiling amiably while trying to imagine how a man whose face was currently plastered all over every newspaper, magazine, and television in the country thought he could sneak in anywhere with only a hat covering his bald head.
Pouring Lex a brandy and mixing his customary faux-Vesper for himself, Bruce laughed. "No starlet this time, just a socialite. Uh - Selina Kyle? Don't know if you've met her; she and I have known one another for years, finally convinced her to go away with me."
Bruce handed Lex his drink, then watched him carefully from the corner of his eye as he walked around his desk and threw himself in his chair, propping his feet up. "Lucius? He's good, good. Daughter about to graduate high school or something. Projects, you say?"