"Yeah." She answers slowly, like she's in the process of making a decision, and she is: it's been easier to just pretend this is her home, to keep her Gotham, the other Gotham, at arm's length. The distance keeps it from hurting.

But what is she going to do, lie to him, pretend with the only person (well, besides Alfred) who knows where she came from?

Selina worries at a splinter in her chopsticks before nodding. "Think she went by Lee. She's cute, for a doctor." At least it's clear she's still a doctor, in this Gotham. Still, Selina cocks her head. "Are her and Gordon still a thing?"