Ah. There's the real Bruce. Seeing his smile makes hers soften, just a little, just around the edges. It suddenly feels easier - like she was telling herself what is, is, but now she believes it.

The ride is too short, and she decides that, if not today, at some point she is going to drive this car down a straightaway at much too high a speed. It'll be worth having to cry her way out of a ticket.

The conversation that follows just gets a raised eyebrow from Selina, and she only glances at the menu before snorting at Bruce. "Gee, why didn't I think to teach myself Chinese?" She knows a handful of words and phrases - enough to follow the gist of their conversation, if not the details - just from growing up in about as diverse and area as Gotham gets, but she's not about to tell him that, yet.