The walk was brief and pleasant—two qualities Bruce had found impossible to attach to most anything since he'd arrived. Strange how, in the repetition of mundane events, Bruce had almost forgotten that he had in fact experienced moments like these before, back in Gotham, when the days were calmer. Things like taking a walk around WayneCorp's headquarters or spending an afternoon tweaking the Batmobile's design before going upstairs to hear Tim going on about some new television program he'd discovered that Bruce would never watch.

And just like those moments, Bruce could hardly experience this one without sensing that familiar twinge of something. But the key, in these times, was to ignore it.

Wally was certainly talking enough for a distraction.

Bruce followed Wally into the restaurant, adjusting slowly to the smells and sounds of traditional American dining and feeling distinctly overdressed. It was warm, but Bruce adapted easily and looked around, trying to identify the patients he could as they walked to a table.

"That's fine," he replied, following Wally's wink to the waitress and smiling, sending her a look of sympathy.