Drinks: Selina/Dick
[She quirked an eyebrow at the cane that was resting beside him. The last time she'd seen Dickie? Had been in the batcave, and he hadn't exactly been awake at the time. It felt like ages, and maybe it had been. She'd done a very good job of isolating herself before that, after that, and these overtures were new, an attempt at fitting in a way she hadn't since she'd been a kitten who didn't much care who actually wanted her around.
She slid up on the barstool, and she crossed her legs at the thigh, and she stole the sad little lime from his drink and sucked it between red lips.] The cane's a nice touch. [She assumed he didn't need it.] The bourbon was for Stevie's birthday. He did me the favor of getting me plastered when I was having a very, very bad day once. Did he share?
[She didn't know that he was still working at Wayne Enterprises. Sure, Bruce had been crashing under her roof, but she'd tried to ask as few questions as possible about absolutely everything. After all, one too many questions might lead right to Iris and Italy, and she didn't want that.] I'll steal something nice just for you.