Bruce nearly thought this leather was cutting off circulation, maybe Playboy's team on his outfit read his size metrics wrong (Bruce had been meticulous on such). Because with near certainty as Bruce sat down he could almost feel the seems crying from stress.

This was embarrassing, doing an interview in the playboy duit he just had a shoot in, what was this. Not to mention how his body ached all over. He should be covered in bruises but Alfred (and oddly enough Tim's) makeup work saved him from trying to explain why a billionaire playboy looked like he got mauled by some back alley metahumans.

Idly, Bruce's sprang, nearly perfectly in time with each second, up, down, up, down. It was grating, to be left alone waiting for a reporter. Normally they were crowding him, but the moment he wanted something to be over suddenly all interviewers were late? How's that work? This of course was all just the tired part of Bruce's mine talking. In truth, this quiet time, while annoying, was useful to him, he could plan idly on what to say, how to charm the press, and what questions they may ask. Hopefully they had drinks, it would be nice to have something about now. If only.

This charity shoot, aside from the tight leather and bunny ears, was going great. Bruce knew full well, he looked amazing. He knew better than to be sheepish about this. Only time he'd feel embarrassed for stunts like this was when the kids brought them up... which was far too often. Seemingly everyday there's a mention of the Iceburg Lounge on the comms to annoy Bruce... he should know better.

When the door opened, Bruce perked up and flashed a grin, his body language immediately becoming more languid and open as he looked them up and down.

"Hey there, Mr., don't tell me you have a drink, as I am parched, all those flashes drained me" he joked, light and easy as he leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms over his head and hitting the faux fur bunny ears while he did so. "Though if you did bring a drink, I'd be much obliged to take it after all my waiting too—No offense, I'm sure you had good reason." Bruce chuckled.