[And Bruce catalogues each of those little movements. The nervousness, the way he's toying with the edges of the robe. It's telling a story, painting something into vividity.

Bruce reaches for the water pitcher on the table, pours an extra glass and holds it out. Never let it be said he can't play host.]

Martris.

[A little 'cheers' gesture with his own glass.]

I'm Bruce Wayne. And as for the barrier... given the amount of times this is purported to have happened, I don't really consider there to be any danger. It's hardly an ideal situation for those of us used to being a little less aquatic, but I don't doubt we'll survive it.