It's one of the things Cassandra has always understood about him. Dick and Tim and even Jason could be resentful of his distance-- Cassandra simply accepts it. He wonders if her form of reading people helps. She knows the emotions are there, and knows equally as much how bad he is at showing them.

After a moment, that hand lifts to stroke her hair.

"It's difficult, with the foreigner population being so small, to protect our identities the same way we did back in Gotham. Honestly, it would be better if none of us ever spoke on the Network at all, or outside of our costumes." But the others have sort of... ran roughshod over that one, and Bruce honestly isn't sure if there's much point in maintaining any distance now, or if it would simply seem more suspicious.

"There isn't any point lying about it, however. You're my daughter, and if anyone tries to push you for more information than that, I'll deal with them. For the rest-- use your own judgement."

He's trying to trust that, in others. It's still hard to say. Not alone.

He'll repeat that in his mind as many times as he needs to for it to stick. After everything.