His eyes danced over her face, drinking in the details like a shipwrecked man desperate for water. Keeping a placid mask of delight at seeing her on his face though, Bruce simply noted the minute changes in her expression as she looked at him, and then chucked when she finally spoke.
"No, I couldn't curse you. Not you." He gave a lazy half-shrug, idly reaching for her hand. His thumb ran along the inside of her index finger slowly, almost as though he were testing to make certain she was real. It was a near thing, but years of training was keeping his mask on and nothing else. "I just figured you needed time to, I don't know, do some soul-searching, I guess. That, or someone smart took you away from all this." Inclining his head outward, indicating either his own house or Gotham, Bruce smirked playfully.
He knew exactly where she'd gone, just as he suspected why. It didn't matter. She was here now.