[All Bruce had known were places like this. Penthouses, mansions, estates. He'd never lived a normal life. He'd never had normal anything. But Iris would be safe here, comfortable here, and he could provide for her. Maybe he couldn't give her normal, but he could give her everything else.
He wasn't expecting more honesty, despite his reassurance, but while he doubted he would ever find anything that wasn't the one option he couldn't choose, he did appreciate the sentiment all the same.] Thank you. [He hesitated, unsure of whether or not he should follow. He took a couple of steps after her, just past the start of the hallway, and then stopped.] Will you... be alright on your own?