[In his opinion, this wasn't a scene. It wasn't exactly subtlety and the longer they stood out on the sidewalk, the more people would notice, but it wasn't a scene. The passerbys were curious; that was how it started. Glances and double takes, then suspicions, and then they might start connecting the dots. Bruce would prefer to get her inside and away from prying eyes before it could reach that point.
There were no photographers. At least not just then. When she moved closer he did the same, keeping his voice low so it would be harder for them to be overheard.] I'm not putting you in a warehouse or storage, Iris. [He shook his head.] What am I hiding? I'm not hiding anything. You need a place to stay and Wayne Towers has countless empty apartments. [He intentionally didn't say penthouse, though that was what he had in mind.
Another glance, and she stepped back. He stepped forward, worried she might try to run.] I can, and I am. Now, please, let's go inside.