Re: Gotham log: Bruce W & Zatanna Z
[His gaze was steady. Bruce rarely gave anything away, and he only let his expression show what and when he wanted to. He had a cat; Martha was somewhere, she didn't follow him around like the puppy did. Fickle. Cats were, as Selina would say, and had he not been faced with a strange woman in his library he would have smiled. But she did smile, the dark haired woman, palms tilted upward like she was trying to convey that she meant no harm.
The puppy clambered to his paws and trotted over to the newcomer, sniffing her proffered fingers and giving a wuff approval.]
Zatanna. [There was familiarity in the echo, the repetition; he may not have recognized her, but he recognized her name.] Alfred is quickly becoming accustomed to being surrounded by people he doesn't know, who know him. [His face relaxed into something near a smile.] As I did. [He gestured to the couch adjacent to his chair.] Would you like to sit?