Her eyes had narrowed as she looked him over as if the sun was in them. But she had no doubts. She knew that chiseled jaw line, those eyes...that mouth. She could spot Bruce Wayne in a crowded room. And despite herself she was smiling as if she had never seen such a wonderful sight in her entire life.
Slowly she turned around as her name floated from his lips and she felt like she was floating as she approached him. With the railing between them, a necessary barrier that would help her keep herself from basically crawling into his arms for old-times sake, she finally paused.
Her own hands she kept at her side though her attention didn't wain from him, "Going for the casual look these days?" It was a question said in a breath, the subtle tease of her charm laced within the letters. But there was something else there too. Happiness? Calmess? A sense of reality or perhaps the feeling of being home?
"Longer than I'd like to admit," she purred, tilting her head as her eyes swept him again. She looked at his face, his neck and shoulders, his chest and his arms. But before her gaze could descend too far it was back up, meeting his own, "Too long."