Re: gotham; a bat and a turtle
Bruce wasn't entirely sure if getting lost was fun, but some might think so. Dig deeper and one could wax poetic about being lost and found, needing one for the other, and on a different day he might. Now, though, he wasn't particularly inclined to. "That's true. And those signs cater to a very specific market." Bruce would be surprised to find that she thought he was funny, but not displeased. "Perhaps an internal GPS would make things boring. Limit opportunities. There are some instances when I need to know my exact location in relation to a general area, but for different reasons." Batman couldn't afford to go in blind, after all, especially when the stakes were high (and they often were.)
Her rambling didn't bother him. In fact, he found Donna's point of view refreshing. In Gotham, things had a tendency to pile up, calm and then a monstrous storm, and it was easy to become overwhelmed. Easy to let one's outlook become bleak, to let darkness smother light. But if there wasn't any good left in the city, he wouldn't have come back. He wouldn't sacrifice himself, his relationships, everything he had just to make it better. "That's true. The news thrives on negativity. Trying to convince them to give as much attention to positive stories can be incredibly frustrating." And now, with Falcone fighting him (Bruce Wayne, not Batman) every step of the way, positive change had become even more difficult. But not impossible, and he wasn't about to give up. "You sound like you know how to appreciate things that other people miss," he remarked. As for her question about the hotel and its kindness, or lack thereof, he didn't have a chance to answer before she threw her hands up. "Candy coated," he echoed, amused. "Alright, I can try that. Ah... no, the hotel would never blink entire civilizations out of existence. It isn't that cruel."
He knew resignation when he heard it, but it was better to face reality and prepare for it than to deny it and be caught unawares. Like all things it would take time but, somehow, he felt as though she'd be able to manage it. "You don't have to apologize, not at all. I'll answer whatever I can." For a moment, Bruce considered. "Your computer skills. Back end programming. Tell me more about that."