Bruce had to agree with her there. "There's a reason I rarely eat fish." And it wasn't just because he was a red meat kind of guy. He had the same problem with calamari. Once you'd seen someone eat live octopus, you tended to leave the poor things alone.
As a rule, Bruce was generally friendly with the press. He'd once told Dinah that if you give them what they think they want, they tended not to suspect there was anything deeper, and didn't dig. Bruce was a public figure, and by default, Dinah was too, now. They could either fight the attention that would bring them, or gracefully participate on their own terms. His tendency was to the latter, and he could even use it for his benefit. Right now, it made his feel protective. Any day, someone would find out Dinah was pregnant, and Bruce felt a need to protect them as long as possible.
He could practically hear the camera clicking as Dinah gave their food to a homeless mother and daughter. "Did you refer them to the shelter?" he asked her when she rejoined him. Bruce couldn't make anyone go somewhere safer than a city part, but he put a lot of energy into places that could help people like this small family. He made a mental note to return later that night to see if they were still there.
Taking her hand, he kissed the back of it. "You're dressed fine. No one is going to question what either of us wear. Except at an awards show," he admitted. The last person who'd gone casual to an awards show had not been well received. Apparently, that was where the limit was.
Helping her into the car, he kept his eye on the photographer as they drove away, hoping he would be satisfied.