When she fell into the hug, he relaxed. It became a little easier. He wrapped his other arm around her. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, and one of his hands pet her hair lightly. It was like a normal-people hug. And it actually wasn't as hard as he'd thought it would be.
He didn't care that they were in public. If tabloids came out with a story of Bruce Wayne hooking up with some young Hollywood starlet, they would be destroyed and none of the reporters would work again; in Gotham or in any other town. Most of them knew this.