Whatever Bruce had been expecting encounter, it wasn't this--wasn't her. He whirled around, backing into the shadows as she dropped to the ground, watching her silently as if expecting her to do something wrong, but she didn't appear to be as...on guard as she normally was. That intrigued him, but he wouldn't admit it. Catwoman was dangerous and unpredictable, he had a hard time telling who's side she was trying to be one. Perhaps she was on her own side? He didn't know.
He waiting until she'd passed him to step out of the shadows. "Not so different from Gotham, is it?"