Bruce nodded. "Hopefully you succeed there and keep your nephew from turning." Hearing that Phoebe had been a witch wasn't that big of a deal to Bruce. After all, he knew the avatar to the god of Order, Dr. Fate. Not to mention Zatanna and others in the League who had access to magic powers. Though he figured Phoebe's magic was different than theirs. Still, if that topic was to be discussed it would be better to do so in a more private setting where one couldn't overhear them.
At her touch on his arm, he gave her a small smile, though was curious as to why she had done so. He'd ask later. "I hope so," he admitted. "My father was a doctor and my mother always did whatever she could to help the less fortunate." He smiled a bit more. "Alfred always told me stories about them growing up, how they helped Gotham as much as they could."
Bruce started glancing over the menu when Phoebe asked her question. "Honestly, I've yet to try everything here," he admitted. "Though so far the food I have tried has been delicious. But if I had to pick a favorite, I think it would be the peppercorn crusted Hawaiian Marlin."