Maybe the true comfort in her presence was that she understood. She'd seen him at his worst, something most people couldn't lay claim to, and yet she was still here, at his side. He hadn't hurt her, either. There was no real guilt associated with her, no reason to feel as though his presence was negatively affecting her. Maybe, one day, he would feel that way. Maybe it was, as Harley had said, inevitable. But for the moment Bruce thought maybe, just maybe, he was helping instead of harming.
Gotham was far, far away from his thoughts. It was easier to forget now, in the sun; at night it was harder. "I'm glad," he said, of her and Lucia learning from one another; he smiled at her attempts at Italian. The use of 'bats' elicited a particular sort of fondness. "You're getting better. Brava," he added.
As for him doing 'so much already' by letting her stay here, he shook his head, unable to agree. "It's no trouble," he told her. "You being here isn't an... inconvenience. I don't mind." He stopped just short of saying he liked having her around. "Florence," he said, when she asked what city. "It isn't too far on horseback."