Conner hated... well, Conner had to admit to himself that he hated a lot of things. The act of using mass transit was new to the list, though. But, it was a necessity to keeping a low profile which itself was a necessity to visiting such a well known public figure such as the one and only Bruce Wayne. The disguise Batman wore on laundry day, or so it felt to the young not-quite a Kryptonian. Batman was more real that Bruce Wayne, but Bruce Wayne was the facet that had access to Wayne Enterprises and that was what Conner was there to talk about. There weren't many private corporations in the world with the breadth of resources that Conner imagined would be needed to fulfill his request, and of those that did exist the two most likely candidates were Wayne Enterprises and LexCorp. Obviously, only one of those two bore any actual chance of being approached by Conner.
It was that once again rehashed line of thinking that saw Conner stepping off a Gotham city bus in front of Wayne Enterprises for his appointment. It was an oddly formal affair, when Conner had asked Robin to relay a request for a private conversation to his mentor regarding Wayne Enterprises he'd genuinely expected to wake up hanging upside down from a balcony and staring at Batman. Getting a phone message from a secretary in Wayne Enterprises regarding a meeting with Bruce Wayne to talk about Conner's 'application' was a shock, and calling back to make that appointment was surreal. Conner knew Bruce Wayne -was- Batman, anybody on the Team who hung out with either of the Robins long enough figured out the connection. It was just a very understood rule that everybody politely assumed the information didn't connect. To have the fact dropped in his lap like that broke that understanding, and that it was being broken by the man himself... it gave Conner butterflies.
He strode up the steps toward the main visitor entrance, a look of honest trepidation on his face. The edifice was truly impressive, likely designed to inspire awe and it was an effective design indeed. Conner could only imagine what the experience would do to someone of his practical experience who -couldn't- smash the whole thing with their bare hands. Conner could and he was still more than a little awed himself. At the top of the steps, and the back of a very large courtyard, was the main entrance doors. The glass allowed him to see into the atrium where the security check point stood. Conner didn't miss a step, confident that he had little to worry about as none of his powers relied on materials or machines of any sort. It was, perhaps, a little naive of him but he didn't realize at the time. He walked in, holding the door for a couple of office workers who looked at him a little oddly but continued on without a word before he continued on to the check point.
Through the metal detectors he went, without an issue, and was passed over by the people making random additional security checks. From there he headed inward and realized he wasn't entirely certain where to go from there. Up, he presumed, but that wasn't a guarantee considering who he was there to see either. He glanced around until he spotted the elevator bank. He thought about just hopping aboard and trying his best until he realized what a ludicrous thought that was. Finally, Conner spotted a desk with a bank of ladies answering phones and speaking to the rare individual who stepped up to gain their attention. Conner strode over that way.
He was still several paces away when one of the ladies looked up, wearing her crisp skirt suit like a suit of plate armor, and smiled a practiced smile. "How can I help you?"
Conner rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped forward. "I'm here for a meeting, I have an appointment."
"Name, please."
"Uh, mine?"
"Yes." She smiled indulgently, likely already formulating how she would tell that little anecdote when next she reached the water cooler and it made Conner sigh at himself.
"Conner Kent," he said.
"Spell your last name please," she said even as she was typing his first name.
"K, E, N, T."
She was pretty robotic about it all, and who could blame her? She likely did that exact same thing a couple hundred times a day on average. Of course, on most days she didn't find herself about to give directions to the owner's office to what appeared to be somewhere between 16 and 22 years of age. Her eyes widened as she was looking at her screen and there was a long disconnect as Conner imagined her reading it two or three more times to be certain her eyes weren't messing with her. Her body heat went up too, he could see it, and he imagined it was stress related even as she looked at him with new eyes. "Just one moment, sir." Conner nodded slowly, the sir thing striking him as odd for its sudden appearance in the conversation.
He waited while the woman picked up her phone and hurriedly dialed an extension that she was reading on her screen. She spoke in hushed tones but Conner picked up every word. "His 3 o'clock is here." "Who is it?" "Some kid, college age maybe." "I'll be right there." The woman hung up the phone and gave Conner an indulgent smile, oblivious to fact that he'd heard her conversation. "If you'll wait just a moment, someone has been assigned to meet you here." Conner once again nodded, though his brows pulled together slightly. He was just about on the verge of asking where he should wait when a woman with jet black hair stepped up next to him. "Mr. Kent? My name is Selena. I'll be escorting you up to Mr. Wayne's office, to get you through the security precautions." She had a thin binder, essentially a hard-backed folder, emblazoned with a Wayne Enterprises logo held against her chest. It rather made Conner think of Guardian's shield, the way she held it between them.
She stepped back and indicated which direction they would be going and Conner walked along with her silently. Selena kept looking at him out of the corner of her eye but Conner pretended not to notice, though it was for the sake of not engaging her in conversation rather than any attempt to actually fool her into believing he had in fact not noticed. She was curious and he wasn't certain what to tell her, so he didn't invite the question. Though, a curious person was the last kind of employee Conner would have imagined working near Bruce Wayne if Bruce Wayne had anything to say about it. She hit the button for an elevator that was alone, away from the various elevator banks, and then swiped a card through a reader. The doors opened immediately and a very well appointed elevator car awaited them. They stepped in, the doors closed, and she hit one of the very few buttons that were obvious on the control panel. Up they went. It was a short ride and Conner registered the speed with which the elevator picked up momentum as greater than he'd expected. High speed. He wasn't surprised once he thought about it.
The doors opened up just a few moments later on a very large space that Selena preceded him into, Conner following. There were no chairs, no desk, and nothing else one might expect outside of an office. The best word Conner could come up with was antechamber, as it's only purpose seemed to be separating the office beyond the heavy double doors from the elevator. Selena paused just outside the elevator, her hand holding the doors from closing, and gestured toward the door. "He will see you now," she said as Conner exited the elevator. She stepped back into the conveyance and under her breath mumbled, "And that has got to be a new record." Conner merely raised an eyebrow to himself, not turning to look at her even after the doors had closed once more.