Of course, he'd seen her almost from the moment she'd sashayed into his line of sight. Selina walked with a singular roll of the hips, and Bruce... Bruce knew it. His hand scrubbed over his mouth and he set his drink down as she approached.
This was the way of the City. Sometimes it took people away. Sometimes it offered them back again - but one could never know if the one that came back was the one he remembered. His expression grew heavy with not-quite-fondness, not-quite-longing, and his mouth turned wistful.
Then she called his name.
"Selina," he offered back to her, feeling only just a little subconscious in his t-shirt-and-jeans combination. Had Selina ever seen him so dressed down, this one, or any of the others he'd met? If so, it hadn't been on him.
He pushed away from the table and walked to the waist-high metal fence between the patio and the sidewalk. His hands coiled on the top bar, so as not to reach for... anything else.
"How long has it been?" he asked. She knew him; at least there was that. But for her, how long had it been? For him...? Oh, a lifetime, for him.