"You don't have to explain a hole in the wall to me, Bruce." She practically grew up around them, after all - stealing from some, patronizing others. When he joins her on her side of the table she watches him, eyes sharp and unblinking. There are a lot of reasons people call her Cat.

She lets him go through the menu, though she's only half paying attention: the food doesn't really matter to her. Being back in Gotham matters. And maybe hanging out with Bruce Wayne again matters, but only a little. She won't let herself admit to much else.

"I like being challenging." That seals it: screw the menu. Bring on the dim sum.