Bruce types away on his phone whilst the elevator goes down from his penthouse. It makes a stop and you get on from your floor. He glances for a second but doesn't move. He's seen you a few times and silently appriciates your reserved nature. He's fed up of people fawning over his looks, he's too busy with too much to do at times. When the elevator randomly creeks and shuts down, his eyebrow twitches. "Not today..." He hisses to himself.