Bruce turns off his tablet and synchs it to his (annoying) bracelet before heading down to the basement, hoping that someone - Alfred, it'd never be him on his own - had ultimately restocked. Victorious, Bruce picks out a suitably ancient bottle of wine before picking out a few other things to take with him; he doesn't know just how this conversation is going to go, but it he has a feeling like he might just need to expect the unexpected - fortunately, the unexpected is something he's prepared for.

He drives there, deciding not to screw around time-wise, and takes some measure in comfort at the roar of the engines as the too-clean city streaks by him. It's too small, too well kept after, bomb aftermath or not. It would take him a goddamn hour even without traffic to get from one side of Gotham to the other. Here, it only takes him a few minutes.

And it pisses him off, frankly.

Even so, he's completely calm when he arrives at the gates, speaking civilly with the ever-polite Extras in the Countess' employ.