Roberta Bryce Wayne / slightly tweaked Nolanverse, Batman Begins-ish / barway
For the sake of simplicity, let's say that Bryce has been here once or twice already. Walking into a bar when she was expecting her bathroom isn't such a surprise anymore, although her training (always mind your surroundings) means that she scans the rafters automatically.
She doesn't look much like a billionaire playgirl at the moment: no makeup, hair pulled back, in a sweat-soaked sports bra, tank top, and athletic leggings. There are bruises forming on her torso and arms, and she looks exhausted.
She sits down at the bar with a groan. "Tylenol, please. And green tea."