The intonation of his name left a small question, as if she expected more out of his title. He certainly carried himself as if he were nobility, and looked the part well enough. She could not help but smile to his introduction.
"The pleasure is certainly mine." A dip of head in respectful greeting and deference of social status. "I was just riding through the park, I'm afraid this is really the only place I am familiar with outside of my own dwelling." Her mode of speech and accent spoke of her not being from the time and area Bruce himself might be. She was British obviously, but her clothing and things made her look more period than modern.
Everything about her separated her from this time and place, something that was not entirely unheard of but it did go far to explain her mannerisms and speech. What was harder to explain was the attraction and closeness she felt for this man she hardly knew. Marian was truly at a loss for it, even with Robin she had never reacted so immediately, and he had most certainly been trying to garner her affections.
"I confess I am a bit confused by this strange feeling I have when I am around you Mister Wayne." Her steps picked up in the pace a bit, leading the horse from the right as Bruce walked on the left. She caught quick glances of him when the animal would occasionally raise or lower it's head in their slow walk through the paths of the park. "I believe just ahead is the pond where I arrived. I came here just before the winter snow storm, it was a very cold and wet arrival, but it changed when Robin-"
Oh, Robin.... once again her mind rushed back to the archer, his scruff bearded chin, his deep intense eyes. Bruce had eyes like that too. Marian scowled in a moments confusion over her feelings, who did she care for? One glance at the tall dark hair man walking beside her horse and she knew. She was in love with Bruce Wayne, it had hit her as surely and deeply as any of Robins well aimed arrows.
"You must think I am a silly girl, but I have never had feelings strike me so intensely nor so quickly before. I pride myself on being of sound judgement and logical mind but when it comes to you I feel.. " She struggled with how to phrase it without sounding like some smitten young thing. "I don't know exactly what it is I feel, but it is this amazing wonderful warmth. And when I hear your voice it makes my heart flutter"
Though she hadn't heard him speak since she started on her own prattling. What must such silence indicate? What must he think of her? Marian tugged the reins to dip the horses head down so she might talk to the man himself...but he was not there. Marian stopped and turned around with no sign of him anywhere around her. "Mister Wayne?" She called out, and again louder. "Mister Wayne? Bruce?"
But aside from her horse Marian was quite entirely alone.