Doug laughed quietly. "No, not really. Kind of a pariah. String of bad experiences and bad choices. Thankfully, Dr. Thompkins has been incredibly kind in letting me stay here, working off room and board. I'm a translator, and I get to patch up all sorts of interesting people. Not quite as interesting as Catwoman, but..."
As Doug looked at the wound again, he debated how much to tell her. He figured a little info might help her to trust him more, or at least make this more normal... if there was such a thing. "I understand that not everyone we help goes in the books. And, uh, I thought you were Batgirl at first." Doug turned away to pick up and unspool the stitching thread so he didn't have to show his embarrassed expression. He didn't really want too many questions asked. Discretion was the name of the game in the nightlife.
He prepared the needle and stitching thread carefully, and noted her empty the glass. "More water?"