"His mother was particularly thorough with his education," Bruce said, with only a hint of sarcasm. "I doubt the fine arts were considered all that important to Ra's, but she prepared him well... for a variety of lifestyles." Including, Bruce's own. The only thing she hadn't taught him was how to interact with other people. She didn't know how.
It was galling that alcohol was going to literally be the peacemaker, and Bruce gave Dinah a dark look at the idea of Clark in his 'pajamas', but merely grunted. "An excess of other vigilantes in Gotham is beside the point. As is whether or not Damian is capable of patrolling the city by himself. If I'm needed, I won't be in any condition to respond." But he took a drink, and tried not to make a face as the first taste of hard liquor assaulted his taste buds before he could adjust.
He raised an eyebrow at Maria. "I'm sorry, I thought this was Deputy Director Hill I was drinking with. She who has lectured me numerous times on the irresponsibility of - what was it? - Creating an army of child soldiers?" His eyes laughed at her over the rim of his glass as he took another sip.
Her other suggestion met with a firm refusal, however. But he did manage to tack a 'thank you' on the end, however awkwardly.