the night reflected in your eyes

[obscuronoctis]

This is probably dumb, and Bruce is man enough to admit it. It's certainly unbearably dorky, at best, but he's here anyway in a quiet Nexus cafe, tupperware container on the table in front of him. He thought about wearing loves, but ultimately decided that would be odder than just letting the bruises and tape show; he's careful enough with looking

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[oleanderknife]

Hasibe is sort of wondering what's going on, because while she likes Bruce, cookies do not really seem like his style. He's mystifying and introverted, this guy, but she's acquainted with a lot of that type, isn't she? Maybe that's what she likes in people around her. She arrives in heeled boots and a little buttoned dress, overdressed as usual, ponytail swinging behind her.

"Hey, stranger," she calls, crossing the room to sit down at the table Bruce is occupying.

[obscuronoctis]

They are not his style at all, she is correct. Part of it is humoring a somewhat insane seventeen year old girl who has veritably adopted him, and part is that he doesn't really know what the fuck he's doing. Interpersonal relationships and concerns on that level are completely alien to him - as a child and a young man, he was even more antisocial than he is now, and people tended to just scurry out of his way if a problem ever arose, owing to his class status. His experiences outside Gotham have made him significantly better at reading and understanding people, and maybe he's got a better grip on it than most, but the whole 'communication' end of it is still up in the air.

And so: baked goods. ... Well, 'good' may be generous.

"Hey," he greets, giving her a small but at least genuine smile. "I hope your morning went well." It's conversational, and there's no hint of judgment or awkward privileged concern over her career choices.

[oleanderknife]

"Not bad," she says, thoughtfully, "I think I'm getting the hang of things. So, not to impugn your baking skills, but I'm sort of surprised, here!"

She rests the edges of her arms against the table top.

"Cookies?" Eyebrows raised, smile slight - but also genuine, like his.

[obscuronoctis]

"It's been put upon me to improve my household skills," he says, and while anyone else would sound embarrassed, Bruce just sounds like somebody who's watching a science experiment unfold: watchful and a little perplexed, but that's all.

"...I owe you an apology." A sudden shift.