Selina's head tipped back slightly as she wrapped the $20 bill around her fingers, her bangs drifting in front of her eyes as she regained her composure. Pushing her hair to one side she cast a puzzled look in the direction of the voice, her eyes softening a touch when she looked the boy - and he was till a boy - over. She'd recognise those eyes anywhere, and the disguise – well, he'd learnt from the best. Tim's grimey face and dishevelled hair did a good of hiding his more noble features, his swagger that had dropped a little still appeared to be on show despite his change of tone. He was coming along, that was definite. Dick was far too noble, Jason too dangerous. But Tim? Tim was the heir apparent.
“Birdy...” she replied softly, a small smile pulling at her lips as her dark kohl rimmed eyes flashed across his face. “Run out of places to drink in the heights? Business in the East End?” Her question was equally serious and tongue in cheek, but shows of bravado and flirty smiles aside, she couldn't help but wonder what was driving Tim into her neighbourhood. He'd been away training, conversations with Bruce pertaining to his children had brought them all to the forefront of her mind – and now he was back doing his best Matches Malone impression in a bar where if ninety percent of the clientèle knew his real name, he'd have been left outside for dead with his pockets turned over hours ago.
Glancing behind him to the table where he'd come from, her eyes met those of a skinny blonde haired girl who couldn't have been much older than fifteen – Selina's heart sank a little. Her attention was only pulled back seconds later by the sound of glass meeting the wooden bar as the two fingers of bourbon she'd ordered finally reached her.
Her eyes flickering back to Tim, Selina raised the glass to her lips taking a small sip.
“Don't say you've come all the way down town just to see little old me?”