"Legacy is a strange thing to have to contend with," he answers, though he thinks they have very different histories and points of reference for that sort of thing. Matt's own is his memory of his father more than anything tangible like land and property but sometimes the immaterial is just as difficult to sort through.

Hell's Kitchen belongs to the Devil, if the papers are to be believed and in some way, maybe Matt internalizes that too. He has a stewardship over it that would be difficult to explain to most people but not, seemingly, to Bruce.

"Sometimes places are just in your blood. You can try to change the scenery but we are who we are," he replies with a faint tilt of his head toward Bruce. "Your ass might have to contend with mine for space on the tabloid cover. But when we get to my door, it's a buzzer system so we can stop at it and pause. Have a moment that they can take a good shot of." A little canoodling on the stoop of the apartment building seems like it might make a decent enough photograph for a tabloid. He can only assume Bruce Wayne was followed at a distance from when he arrived in the city by one zealous photographer since paparazzi are a rare thing in the neighborhood.