"Maybe," he looked back over at the woman, reading empathy in her body language; there was something in the way she held herself and addressed him that told him she was trustworthy. To anyone who couldn't read the signals, it would be crazy to talk about this with a stranger in a costume with a long history of crime. If the thought wasn't so absurd, he might have laughed.
Instead, Doug found himself poring his heart out to her. Once he started, he found it difficult to stop. "You can't really have a normal relationship in this kind of situation. I've no way to reach her without contacting people with much more important matters on their plate, and secrets just come with the territory. It usually feels more like waiting, wondering if she's okay, worrying that she won't get hurt. If that's young love, I'm going to be an old man very quickly."
Doug looked over at his bed, remembering the other night, where he and Batgirl had come very close to making love, as Catwoman's question seemed to imply. "It'd be nice to just go for it and say damn the consequences, worry about things tomorrow... but..." He shook his head.