Bruce looks around, not terribly animated, but still well within his own parameters for implying comedic effect. What about any of the gaudy, old-world crap clogging this place up seemed aesthetically conservative? Sure, it'll have fewer doors in and out, because the manor had approximately thirty, all for different wings and suites and servants. But they can pop a garage door opener on a skylight, Kent, yes. They have the technology.

"That word," he says, keeping his voice light, but then he doesn't continue right away.

'Generous'. Yeah, he tends to hear it meaning financially, and not in a friendly way. How generous, Mr Wayne, the billionaire. Anyway, Bruce shrugs. It's the best he can do. He thought he'd raise kids in this house and leave it to them, and that isn't what's happened. Won't ever happen. One orphaned boy wasn't enough to fill it and he thought. He had hoped. Tried.

Failed.

"I thought so too, but now I think I've made an error not just showing you the penthouse." Humor. It's on the roof of the Wayne Foundation building.