Re: gotham; a bat and a turtle
Having spent a large part of his life in a suit, Bruce knew how to wear one properly. Perhaps they weren't chosen for comfort but he felt more at ease in one than he did in, say, jeans and a shirt; being able to adapt was a skill that had kept him alive but even he fell back easily on old habits. "Yes, it would," he said, well aware that everyone outside of the doors knew who Batman was. Who Bruce Wayne was. He accepted it because he had no other choice, and there was (at present) no reason to believe the young woman had intentions of passing along said information to his enemies.
"Bruce Wayne." He took her hand and shook it politely, practised smoothness that indicated a great many handshakes in his past. "It's nice to meet you too, Ms, Carroll." He paused. "Or do you prefer Donna?" Usually he didn't revert to first names unless he knew someone well, or they indicated a preference. He released her hand, so the handshake didn't linger too long; he could read body language well. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable, especially since he'd been the one in her dream. Unintentionally, of course, but intentions aside it still happened.
Ah, his business. If only it were that simple. He nodded. "I did." The complexities were too much for him to get into with someone he'd only just met. "Let's walk. Get off the sidewalk." He offered a smile.