The arms crossed against his chest dropped to his sides. He regarded this woman, the intensity in her eyes, the caution seeping away, the familiarity replacing it. He did not know her, and yet --
"You can only be Zoe," he said quietly, glancing over her shoulder to the elevator door a distance behind her. He noticed the shoes. "I am not the one you recall. But I am still Bruce Wayne. Alfred said you would understand."
Here, he paused, then laughed shortly. There was no mirth in the sound. "I'm not sure I do."