[He snorts. Her... enthusiasm is almost contagious. Almost. If Bruce were susceptible to it, he'd have been a much different person after Dick.]

Oh, you know. Hitting up all the best parties.

[That's part Bruce and part Batman. The lines blur with her. He tugs her into the bathroom and releases her so he can undo his uniform. It's a process, and there are all sorts of security overrides built into the suit. The sort that deliver a large - but nonlethal - shock to anyone trying to tamper with it if he's unconscious.]

I have a mild concussion. You really shouldn't let me sleep after this.

[Innuendo? Maybe. He tosses the gauntlets into one corner of the (elaborately ornate, completely marble-walled bathroom) and the utility belt follows shortly afterwards. The rest is just the semi-rigid nomex-and-kevlar weave, which he peels off.

Say what you will about Bruce, he's not the least bit self-conscious about his body.]