Bruce stared at her - openly stared, ignoring her questions. It made sense that they were having this conversation right now, but...
Shaking his head, he finally stared past her shoulder, tried to get his eyes clear. It was like staring at the sun, with her sitting just across from him, and --
"I miss you," he said frankly, and perhaps as honestly as he'd ever said anything before in his life. There were no ulterior motives, no misdirection, no attempts at shielding himself. He said it, because he wasn't the mask anymore. He didn't have to be. And if there were still inside of him the drive to protect the City from those who would tear it apart, he knew it was for the better that he didn't. Not now. Not anymore. Not with the other Batman out there, doing very well with what had been tasked from him to her.
He rubbed his forehead briefly and dropped that hand back down to the table again. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I can't just sit here and catch up with you as if we were meeting for brunch. I miss you. I need you to know that."