About a block away, in time to reach Omi a good ten minutes before he was expected, Bruce accessed the building security cameras with a wristwatch computer. Dick was more in tune with tech like that, young people always were, but sometimes, it was useful to have that access.

He called Dick when he saw Omi was alone in the lobby. Just to check.

"If you're saying you think I haven't messed up enough for one mission..." He trailed off, and Bruce smiled slightly.

"So long as it's your decision," he answered, dismissing the video feed, and hung up without anything more.

He entered the building without fanfare. He waved to the secretary, and approached Tsukiyono, but he left a fair distance between them.

He wasn't optimistic, because optimism did horrible things to expectations, but he wasn't pessimistic, either. Pessimism's effects were similar, and he had an easier time coping with the damage, but this was a development. Not a positive one, not a negative one... simply, a development.

He isn't surprised to see him, and he isn't Batman, either; it's just plain-faced, smartly-dressed Bruce Wayne. He doesn't take a seat, and doesn't bother smiling, but he does greet Omi pleasantly.

"Sorry if the wait was too long," he said. "I hope you're having a good afternoon."