Re: Log, Gotham: Holly R/Jim G
The pancakes glistened with smeared butter, scent curled in long strings of fragrant steam into the warmth of the little diner and her stomach swooped, did a double-dip worthy of the broken down rides she could see from her bedroom window and growled noisily.
She picked up a fork and she didn't bristle under the solid blue gaze. "A few months," she didn't exactly keep track, but she remembered meeting Damian, trying desperately to get Selina to care, Steph and Eddie who had broken apart and reknit and broken again since. A few months? Was probably a conservative estimate.
"I'm not in a lot of people's stories," she said, with a mouthful of fluffy pancake and Christie could scowl if she wanted to, but she was eating every bite. "So they don't know me. You're in everyone's by the look of it."