[ 'scuse, pard'
headcannon is that bruce is secretly a batman fanboy
but he's very, very good at hiding it ]
"Shit," you hissed under your breath. Normally, you were not one to curse but you were...fashionably late for a meeting, of which you were to give a presentation currently balanced in your arms. You hadn't been looking where you were going--the small machine in your arms was making it rather difficult--and you slammed into a random passerby. You yelped and stumbled backwards, but managed to fall without harming your work. You let out a sigh of relief and glanced apologetically up at whoever you hit. "Uh...Sorry," you said sheepishly, gathering your project and standing. "I'm late for a meeting and I wasn't--" you suddenly stopped short when you realized who you were talking to. Mother of fuck, it's Batman. ...Well, Bruce Wayne but motherfucking Batman nonetheless. You practically screamed in your head, but on the outside, your face was a visage of simple shock.