Dark hues inspect the immaculate grand hall, mentally giving kudos to Alfred for the decor and upkeep. She’s sure without him, the swarovski chandeliers that hang would be covered in inches of dust. The thought has a slight smirk forming to her features as she heads down the corridor that’ll lead her to the cave. If her timing is correct, they’d just returned from patrol and Bruce was glued to file after file of information gained from their outing. 

And as she’s greeted with the sight of him illuminated by screens, Talia can only let out a breathy laugh. Approaching him, one of her hands places delicately at the back of his chair, eyeing him from behind it. “Hasn’t Alfred warned you about the dangers of too much screentime?” Her hand grips the seat a little tighter, pivoting the chair just enough so earthen hues can meet his own. “Hello, my beloved.” There’s a spark of familiarity that resonates in the back of Talia’s mind, noting how despite how much time she and Bruce had spent apart, it was almost as though they never missed a beat. “What is on the docket for tonight?”