[New faces abound. Bruce is not one to make a presence in town; he has and still does prefer to keep to himself- to cling to the margins and listen. Meetings like this are perhaps the only exception to this self-imposed rule. There is a notebook he keeps in his back pocket, for anything that might take his attention and invite further scrutiny at a later date, but for the most part he ghosts forgettably through the square.
When he finally chooses a seat its somewhat further from the bonfire's light than the others. He keeps to himself, watches the coming and goings. Is aware of who chooses to seek whom out. Someone settles on his left and Bruce doesn't glance in his direction- this isn't dismissive so much as it's indicative of his lessons in manners. Privacy might not always be available, but most people in Gotham prefer even the illusion of it. But the stranger, new arrival, he suspects, doesn't keep to himself. He reaches out to stabilize a wobbling tray. He talks to no one.]
town meeting
When he finally chooses a seat its somewhat further from the bonfire's light than the others. He keeps to himself, watches the coming and goings. Is aware of who chooses to seek whom out. Someone settles on his left and Bruce doesn't glance in his direction- this isn't dismissive so much as it's indicative of his lessons in manners. Privacy might not always be available, but most people in Gotham prefer even the illusion of it. But the stranger, new arrival, he suspects, doesn't keep to himself. He reaches out to stabilize a wobbling tray. He talks to no one.]
That's a strange way to think of it.
A mission.