[ True to his word, he's there ten minutes before, chatting with the receptionist about some orders that came in this morning, and the guard she's got her eye on. He scrolls over a few other things in the post out of interest, largely, he pockets his phone. The sense of urgency that followed him in Gotham is dim now, more of a scientist's curiosity than a detective's drive. ]
[ He's not sure how he feels about magic, really, but he'll find out soon enough. Seeing someone enter the door and look around as though they're being expected, he waves the man over. ]
Nightingale, I presume?
[ Bruce is dressed in his own clothes, casual office wear and coat with the Institute's emblem. ]
NIGHTINGALE.
[ He's not sure how he feels about magic, really, but he'll find out soon enough. Seeing someone enter the door and look around as though they're being expected, he waves the man over. ]
Nightingale, I presume?
[ Bruce is dressed in his own clothes, casual office wear and coat with the Institute's emblem. ]