"Bruce honey! Come in, come in." Leslie Thompkin's cheery voice floated across the lounge as she made her way to the door. "I was just telling Jackie to put out dinner. Where would you like to eat, the dining room, or out on the balcony, it seems like a wonderful night outside?" Dr. Leslie Thompkins took in the prince of Gotham city into her home, as she motioned him to come in and make himself at home.

"It is a very wonderful night Leslie, so balcony it is." Bruce replied after he kissed her cheek hello.

"Of course!" she put a hand on his back shoulder and lead him out. "Jackie dear, set up the table out on the balcony would you?"

Jackie affirmatively replied and head to the kitchen as Bruce folded his fall coat over the black velvet sofa, looking out at the glowing lights in his town as he made himself at home.

"So, how have you been doing? And how was Austria, I heard it gets pretty cold around this time of year?" Bruce started the conversation and leaned over the railing.

"Well, I had to go there for business for the APA, but it was beautiful. Oh, the snow covered mountains, the frozen lakes between the white coated grass. You should plan a trip there with your *chuckles* lady friends!"

Bruce laughed a genuine and throaty laugh. "Well at the moment, I am all out of lady friends, thankfully." Bruce laughs at the Dr's jest at his "reality TV" personality, grateful that she was one of the people who could see through him, though not fully aware of his double life. For her own sake Bruce had justified to keep her out of harms ways.

"Are we having someone join us, Leslie?" he asked as he sat on the small round table, noticing her new housekeeper putting up three places at the round table on the terrace.

"Oh, yes; perhaps I forgot to mention. There's this girl I made friends with at my time at the orphanage. Pretty rambunctious I might say. I'm surprised she was never in juvenile detention. But she's a good girl, and a strong one, for a woman in this damned town. I think you might even remember her from one your visits down there. Um, Selina-"

"Oh I'm sure I can give my own introduction to the prince of Gotham city, Leslie?" a girl's voice, a familiar girl's voice interrupted. "How are you doing tonight, love?"

Bruce stood at the table suppressing a jaw drop, as he witnessed his aunt exchange greetings with the girl who had evaded him just hours ago.

Selina Kyle. "Selina Kyle," Bruce thought at the same moment she introduced herself to him.

"Bruce, do you remember her? She's one hard to forget cookie, if I may say."

"Must have slipped my mind, my apologies." Said Bruce, shaking hands with the one Batman had failed to catch.

"I take it that's a first for you!" she teasingly asked.

Make that twice! Bruce thinks to himself as he laughs in response to the cat burglar's inquiry.

"Well are we going to stand all night? Sit down, make yourselves comfortable. Jackie dear, please bring the food out," Leslie beckoned for her chef and ushered her young guests to sit.

"So, what is that you do, Miss Kyle?" Bruce asked, sipping Chateau d'Y Quem, 1784, interested in how she would reply in front of Leslie.

"Now that is something I have yet to learn myself." Leslie quipped.

"No reason risking your life over it," Selina teased, avoiding the question.

They all laugh at her aversion to the question, and the night passes just the same. The three talked and laughed between eating the food Leslie's new chef had prepared. Bruce was in full detective mode inside, eyes and ears glued to one of the most elusive criminals sitting across from him. As the doctor sat clueless of her guests' mysteries, the knight inside of him was burning to have a run in with the cat burglar again.

But that would be out of character now, wouldn't it?

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