"One man fighting a war." Bruce nodded. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching her. She was clearly interested. He felt that it might be a good sign that she was.
"I do a lot more than just occasionally try to thwart criminals. It's a job, a full time job at that."
Secrets time, he supposed. "This, Bruce Wayne, this is just a convenient cover for what I do for this city. What I did for Gotham before I was brought here. This, what's in this room, is my life. My passion. What I need to do in order to keep the streets safe for regular people."
Surely she could understand that. She had, after all, met Jack Napier.