DC: Bruce & Talia
[It was just before their appointed meeting time when Talia arrived at the restaurant. A nod was given to her driver as he opened the door for her, and she stepped out with a small smile and a duck of her head. The bruise that Ra's had given her was not completely covered, nor could she without painting her face with the thickest of makeup. But she still held her head high as she entered the restaurant, meeting the maƮtre d' and informing him that she was there to meet Bruce Wayne. Who was she, they asked? Miranda Tate, and there was a murmur as recognition spread throughout the place like wild fire, and before long, she was shown to her seat across from him.
She was dressed in black and white, her hair done back in a perfect twist, makeup simple and sophisticated, though the bruise upon her left cheek was most prominent. A dark shadowing along her cheekbone that wasn't completely covered with makeup, a swelling that she couldn't hide. But still, she met Bruce's gaze as she sat, nodding to the waiter as he scurried away.]
You look just as handsome as ever, Mr. Wayne. [It was said quietly with a nod of her head, a duck of her eyes as a shadow of fear passed over them.]