Phoebe's comment about a quiet time earned another laugh and grin from Bruce. "I sort of know the feeling," he returned. "Back home if it isn't Joker or Two-Face, there's some threat going on with the world that I need to help out with the Justice League. So it's a bit nice not having any of my arch-foes here."
Years of being a philanthropist kept Bruce from blushing and he simply shrugged modestly. "I know people think it's a huge deal, and it probably is, but to me, it's just trying to do the right thing and something I can do without the whole need for a mask. My parents did everything the could to help the poor of Gotham and to make it a better city." It was reflex now to keep the pain he felt from their deaths locked away and not let it show.
He watched her from the corner of his eye as they walked into the restaurant and grinned some. Bruce led her to the hostess who looked up and gave a large grin. "Ah, Mr. Wayne, your table's ready for you, this way please." He followed the hostess to the table, a bit tucked away in the corner for privacy and he pulled a chair out for Phoebe.
As the hostess laid down the menus, Bruce pulled out a few large bills and pressed it into her hand, murmuring to bring the wine. She nodded and quickly hurried away.