Logan grunted, fingers curling absently into fists as he listened to the tall, ginger man go on and on about how he successfully pulled one of the biggest heists in Gotham's history. Whoop-de-doo. Logan was doing much more with his life before this man was even a twinkle in the eye of his father.
The Wolverine then found himself sitting next to a petite red-head whom was offering her hand. Logan shot Bruce a look, a glare really, which caused the scientist to blink.
With a huff, Logan looked back at the young woman, "Good ta meetcha. Logan. I don't shake hands, sorry." Logan could smell the resemblance between them, the girl and her father. It was the surname that was getting him. Banner? Banner bagged a hottie like Effie? Damn.