[Bruce isn't going to admit that there's a thread of enjoyment to be found in the misunderstanding, but that does nothing to keep it from happening. He's certainly very... chivalrous, between his attempts to leave the museum without causing a fuss, with declining excess medical attention- with tidying up and leaving a note behind, and by throwing his door wide, creating a small sitting room for them. Bruce does not feel out of his element because some of this is a matter of expectation. He's supposed to normalize situations, acting as a kind of equalizer- and Gotham had certainly given him enough practice.
How different is it really? Bruce has very little interest in status and public perception, but he's also learned that treating the unusual as ordinary does a great deal to bridge the gap. He isn't sure what he thinks yet of Clark Kent, and the reply he'd gotten from Jason as confirmation had been frustratingly vague. But here they are.]
Thank you. That's very kind.
[Bruce moves carefully into the room, carries himself not warily, but mindfully- aware of his surroundings and careful to leave as little of an impression on them as possible. It's an attempt to be respectful of his space, but then, he supposes it wouldn't be the first time that his good intentions had fallen apart. Clark settles in and Bruce follows, seated carefully in his offered chair- both feet on the floor, spine straight, shoulders even. The flowers rest in his lap.
They make a wholly asymmetrical picture.]
I'm sorry. I should have asked how you were feeling first. If you've healed well.
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How different is it really?
Bruce has very little interest in status and public perception, but he's also learned that treating the unusual as ordinary does a great deal to bridge the gap. He isn't sure what he thinks yet of Clark Kent, and the reply he'd gotten from Jason as confirmation had been frustratingly vague. But here they are.]
Thank you. That's very kind.
[Bruce moves carefully into the room, carries himself not warily, but mindfully- aware of his surroundings and careful to leave as little of an impression on them as possible. It's an attempt to be respectful of his space, but then, he supposes it wouldn't be the first time that his good intentions had fallen apart. Clark settles in and Bruce follows, seated carefully in his offered chair- both feet on the floor, spine straight, shoulders even. The flowers rest in his lap.
They make a wholly asymmetrical picture.]
I'm sorry. I should have asked how you were feeling first.
If you've healed well.