gotham; a bat and a turtle
No one would look at Bruce Wayne and think that he had been involved in a mass-scale battle just days before. There were no bruises, no visible injuries, and he didn't look tired. He was wearing a suit. Jason was fine, being taken care of, and there wasn't any time to worry about Marvel. He'd done what he could there; now it was time to focus on Gotham. On home. Peace between the Families had dissolved and crime ran rampant again, but he was dealing with that in a very different kind of suit... for the most part. Regardless, he hadn't forgotten about the meeting with the woman from the strange dreaming experience, and despite everything else happening, all the chaos, he could spare an hour or two.
Here, in the real word, there was no (literal) fire in his eyes. He stepped out of the building not entirely certain he would recognize who he was looking for, he didn't know how closely their dream selves resembled their actual appearance, but Bruce wasn't worried. One way or another, he knew, they would find one another. But it seemed he didn't have to look far—he was good at reading body language, and there was a young woman on the sidewalk holding herself in a rather tense manner. If that wasn't indication enough, however, after a few moments of observing he realized she was familiar. Hers was the only dream he'd found himself in; it wasn't difficult.
"Excuse me." He approached with a polite smile. "Are you Donna C?"