Re: DC: Bruce & Talia
[Oh, Bruce knew the moment Talia entered the restaurant, but he pretended not to notice until she was approaching the table. He looked up from his phone, feigning distraction, and smiled. There was recognition in his gaze but it was not tinged with hatred or dark knowledge of things come to pass; it was polite, even friendly. He was very, very good at pretending, and he'd been utilizing that skill more often than not lately. He had quite a bit of practice under his belt.
He stood, ever the gentleman, and waited until she sat before taking his seat again.] Thank you, Ms. Tate. [He wondered if she'd spoken to her father yet. He wondered where she fit into his plans, and he wondered, not for the first time, why.] And you look just as beautiful as ever. [The compliment rolled off his tongue smoothly, and he noticed the shadow of fear, just as he noticed the bruise along her cheekbone. Perhaps she had already seen Ra's; mercy was not something he was known for.] How did life outside of Gotham treat you?