Re: gotham; a bat and a turtle
There was a part of her pragmatic mind that reminded her the W could have stood for anything. Donna had been open to the possibility. After all, the idea of going to talk to Bruce Wayne was even more absurd to her than the whole dream thing. She was still adjusting. Yet she was her nerdy father's daughter, and being able to walk around Gotham (let's be honest, Metropolis, too) had been a frequent, albeit silent, birthday wish when she was little. Donna had never put any merit into the correlation between the number of candles being blown out and receiving some secret gift from the cosmos, but apparently she needed to start. In spite of all that, nothing she thought she knew really mattered here. That was all fiction. This was real. He was real. Separating the two would take work.
She smiled softly up at him when he shook her hand, Donna's own grip smoother than her awkward exterior. Attending one too many meetings with the business team (she hated the business team almost as much as the sales team) had taught her how to shake hands, and that she never needed to actually be at those meetings. Her fingers were cold, they always were, and as soon as he released her hand she returned them to her pockets. "Oh, Uhm. Donna, please. Mr. Wayne. Sir. My brothers call me Donnie. Sometimes it's just Don. I'll answer to any of them. Most people call me Donna. Ms. Carroll makes me feel like I'm being reprimanded, so if you really want to get my attention, that's a good way to do it." Her weight shifted from one foot to the other, inwardly kicking herself for her rambling. She had warned him she wasn't as eloquent in person. Her discomfort wasn't due to him, she was like this with everyone in the beginning.
It was better if he didn't get into business. She'd wind up asking a bunch of questions that she shouldn't, and things would get weird. "Good to hear." Donna returned his smile with a half-grin of her own, one side of her mouth tilting up as she said, "I wouldn't know where to walk except for the sidewalk, so please, lead the way." Maybe she was teasing him a little, but it was delivered in that dead-pan tone to attempt to suggest otherwise. The same 'joking' style from the dream. What were sidewalks made for if not for walking? It was in the name! Also, maybe she was a little more comfortable with him than even she realized. Most people didn't get teased until the fourth or fifth meeting.