He'd performed an hour of meditation that was as envigorating as eight hours of sleep. It was a routine he was well-familiar with, and it hadn't taken him long to settle into it, nor to return to consciousness. Bruce had showered, shaved, and when he felt that he would present himself as less of a hypocrite, he'd gone upstairs to inform Clark that the meeting with SHIELD he'd long been requesting was finally nigh, so he'd better get his ass in the shower.
With Lois' assurance that Clark would be clean, dressed, and in the Cave before he returned with Hill, Bruce returned downstairs to change once more and, as Batman, took off for the Helicarrier, still in New York Harbor.
He drove his newer model, less conspicuous than the Tumbler in that it looked like a sports car. He still ached, but for a little while at least, Batman was clear-headed again. Something he figured would come in handy.
Pulling up in front of the helicarrier, he swung around into profile, the silver swoosh just barely detailing a stylized bat. A black blindfold hung from the inside handle of the passenger door, but he wouldn't make her put it on just yet. Letting the car idle, Batman stepped out of it and folded his arms, waiting.