Bruce nodded to her in greeting, smiling politely. It wasn't his playboy billionaire grin that so often graced the newspaper pages. He took a seat across from her desk quickly; there was no point in towering over her or pacing the room. He was suppressing his natural instincts, trying to behave like an actual human being.
If they had been at Wayne Manor, Alfred would've made them tea. As it was, Bruce had nothing to do with his hands. He intertwined his fingers and let them rest on the edge of her desk, nonchalantly.
"You look lovely," he said, sincerity in his voice. He wanted to give her an opportunity to start, if she wanted to. She'd earned the right, after all.