Re: gotham; a bat and a turtle
After the previous night, Donna could have gone her whole life without seeing another man in a suit. They looked so formal, and by that logic, uncomfortable. This man didn't give off that vibe. That was a pleasant change. Yet regardless of how polite he was, she was still a skittish rabbit that jumped ever so slightly when approached by a stranger. Even when she was expecting someone to address her, it more often than not took her off guard. Yeah, she didn't get out much. A small, apologetic smile was offered up to him, followed by an affirming nod, "And that would make you Bruce W?"
Donna offered her hand to shake, "Donna Carroll. It's nice to meet you." Gentle. Practiced. Reserved. It could have been said because it was expected as societal norm, but in this case, she did mean it. Maybe this wouldn't be as difficult as she thought it would be. Well, it would be exponentially easier if he didn't look like that, but you couldn't change genetics. Handsome genetics. There had been a small part of her that had hoped it would be someone more, for lack of a better term, ordinary. Like her. Oh, she knew better. The puzzle wasn't exactly difficult to figure out.
Why did he have to ask to meet in person? There were all sorts of residual emotions she had been dealing with from that night, and being in his presence brought them all swirling back in spades. The uncertainty was the worst. How does she deal? Why, by asking a question to act like nothing strange has happened. "Did you get your business all taken care of?"