Re: gotham; a bat and a turtle
Even now, it was strange to think that his life was fiction to other people. Stories, pictures and words, were his experiences, gains and losses, highs and lows. It was visceral. Real. Once, Bruce had cared about things like expectations, predetermined notions, but not anymore. He knew who he was, now. No longer did he live in the shadow of another Bat.
He didn't interrupt as her words flowed, speech becoming continuous rambling, and his smile was polite, tempered, not mocking in the slightest. "I'll leave Donnie and Don for your brothers, and I don't think there's any need to make you feel like you're being reprimanded. Donna it is." He paused. "You don't have to call me 'sir'. Bruce is fine." Mr. Wayne was for work, for people he tolerated. Or, depending on her mood, Selina.
As nice as the girl seemed, discussing business required a certain amount of trust. And there wasn't a whole lot of teasing in his life, but deadpan humor? That Bruce understood. "You raise a fair point," he conceded, equally deadpan. "Something with the world walk in it does imply that it's made for walking. I'll rephrase. Let's walk. Somewhere other than here," he gestured to Wayne Tower and, as he said, began walking. "How are you finding everything so far? Aside from the dreams."