Finally, he did calm, his breathing returning to normal and the green fading from his eyes. Without hesitation, Bruce leaned into her embrace, sliding his own tones arms around her small frame, holding her close. She was comforting, a thief or not, she was his friend and probably always would be. "I know. Sometimes it's just hard to forget." He replied softly.
With those promises made, Bruce nodded and his smile returned, just as the timer for the roast began to bleet, signaling that it was time to eat. "If you get the door, I can get the roast."