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[bought_the_bank]

Jim is probably the closest he'll ever come to having a normal friendship. There are things he hasn't said that Jim just knows and the trust between them is absolute.

He nods. "Have been ever since..."

Bringing himself to say it is still difficult on occassion.

[fille_fatale]

Selina just nods. The mean streak in her, the one that wants to say after your parents died, is quiet when her hackles aren't raised. Instead, she murmurs, "It's a whole new Gotham," and figures it's probably time to change the subject: this Gotham weirds her out, fascinates her at the same time, and she knows he won't like the idea of Gotham that she wants to settle into.

Crossing her legs, she lets her foot rest against his calf under the table. "Still just you and Alfie?"

[bought_the_bank]

It's just the sort of thing she used to do, the kind of contact she used to crave. Her foot against his calf. Her toes skating across the tops of his bare feet. Her nails on his thigh. A connection. A tease. A moment of happiness.

He almost pulls away but doesn't, not knowing yet if the gesture carries any meaning.

"Still just the two of us," he confirms. "If he knew you were back, I'm sure he'd send his greetings."

[fille_fatale]

"I bet." Five years ago, she had less than tender feelings for Alfred Pennyworth, which was very mutual, at least at the time. It was warranted, but had made knowing this Alfred all the stranger. Now, she's just trying to forget that past.

"You can say hi for me." Satisfied when he doesn't pull away, Selina just lets her foot press against him, maintaining the point of contact. She's always very much lived up to her nickname, reluctant to be touched but just fine with initiating contact.

"Kind of thought you'd have found a model to move in by now."

[bought_the_bank]

He smiles, amused by the thought. Maintaining a reputation as a ladies man has been ridiculously easy over the years but Selina was the closest he ever came to settling down. "I've never been interested in a trophy wife."

[fille_fatale]

“If I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t believe you.”

Obsessive research was always more his wheelhouse than hers, but it was impossible to totally avoid the celebrity obsessed news. “Papers call you a playboy.” She doesn’t try to stop the grin turnin her lips. If someone had asked her what she thought Bruce Wayne would be when she first met him, she’d never have come up with that.

[bought_the_bank]

His face is often plastered all over the local newspapers and trashy rags. But he's given them plenty of ammunition, playing up a fictional life style for the sake of the media. If he convinces them he's nothing but a spoiled rich boy with nothing on his brain but play time and sex, the truth is easier to hide. "That's not entirely true," he makes light of the title. "I'm also a businessman."

[fille_fatale]

He's not a boy anymore, but Selina knows how to wait for the best opportunity to rub something in. She rolls her eyes at him.

"Right. 'Billionaire businessman playboy, Bruce Wayne.'" The smirk settles on her lips like they were made to smirk at him. "So how long have you been keeping that front up?"

It's a bit of a gamble, she can't be sure, of course - it just doesn't feel right.

[bought_the_bank]

Her instincts are good. Plus she has the added knowledge of having known him as a kid. Or at least another version of him.

"All my adult life?"

[fille_fatale]

She indulges, first, in the satisfaction of being right. A moment later comes the rest.

"Why?"

[bought_the_bank]

The comfortable smile fades. He gives her a serious answer without diving into details. "Because I enjoy my privacy."

[fille_fatale]

Selina arches both eyebrows, slowly.

"So you created a very public image - that probably takes a lot of work to keep up - just to keep your privacy. Instead of just...keeping to yourself?"

[bought_the_bank]

"Journalists are like hungry dogs. You throw them a juicy steak and they're satisfied. If you ignore them, they follow you everywhere, hoping you'll drop a snack. I'm the wealthiest man in Gotham and my last name is Wayne. That makes keeping to myself nearly impossible."

So he's adopted a strategy that works.

[fille_fatale]

"Yikes." For all his money, Selina always felt like she had the more freedom between them: to come and go as she pleased, disappear when she liked.

Then again, the kind of people who follow her around tend to be a little more dangerous than paparazzi, so who can really say who has it better?

"You don't make being fabulously rich sound like much fun."

[bought_the_bank]

"It has its moments."

Money makes things happen. He did just buy a bank recently. That allowed him to place a deed into the hands of a woman he admires, to help repay a debt that can never be fully repaid. He'll never forget the look on her face, the joy and disbelief it brought to her simultaneously.

[fille_fatale]

A laugh leaves as a quiet exhale, and Selina quirks one corner of her mouth.

"Tell me." The part of her that would have hated hearing about this is still there, but it's quieter, less bothered by the idea of how he can throw his weight around.

It's still there, but she likes to think she has more self-control now.

[bought_the_bank]

He does tell her. But his public persona's idea of fun involves women, extreme sports, and exotic locations. His real idea of 'fun' is much quieter and far more philanthropic. They're small stories. Some of them revolving around the few, close relationships he maintains.

"Alfred and I still collect rare first editions," he tells her. "It's almost a competition now."

He recalls fondly running down the road to the mailbox with Alfred bringing up the rear in a more more dignified manner.

"I can remember when we gave Leslie the keys to the clinic."

[fille_fatale]

Of course they collect first editions. Selina smiles, and it's a touch sarcastic, laden with irony. The rich kid might have grown up, but he's not all that different. Besides, it's fitting.

The name gives her pause, though.

"Leslie?"

[bought_the_bank]

"Leslie Thompkins. She runs the East Side Clinic we built in my father's name. She's an old family friend."

There's something about her expression that makes him ask, "You knew her?"

Leslie was born and raised in Gotham. She could have been around also in Selina's timeline.

[fille_fatale]

"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?"

[bought_the_bank]

He frowns, sadness around his eyes. The conversation highlights two facts he already knows. Shifting from one timeline to another has put her out of sync by decades. Also, the people and facts she once knew are a jumble, some aspects the same or close. Others wildly different. He can only imagine and sympathize with how disconcerting living here must feel.

"I'm sure she and Jim have met but they've never dated. She and Alfred see quite a bit of each other though."

[fille_fatale]

The sadness she can see in his eyes makes her hackles rise. It's at least more subtle now than when she was a kid, but her back still straightens, expression closing just a little. It's too easy for her to read pity in too many faces: Selina's spent a lifetime guarding against it.

It makes her laugh a little sharper when he answers, but at least she still laughs.

"Seriously? I guess he got lucky, here." She remembers a party she worked, remembers seeing Alfred talking to Lee before things went bad. Maybe that led somewhere, in this universe. "You said a clinic - she never worked for the GCPD, then?"

[bought_the_bank]

The touch of sorrow doesn't linger. He knows she wouldn't appreciate the sentiment. She's always been strong, willing to make decisions for herself, and ready to face the consequences, no matter how life changing they may be. This is her life now. This is her city.

"They're just close friends," he's quick to add. "No. She's been a witness on many occasions but she's never worked directly for the police. It's always been either Gotham General or the clinic."

For as long as he's been an adult, she's worked for him.

[fille_fatale]

She gives him a look that says sure they are as clearly as if she said it. She's playing off a different rule book, but Selina would bet money that the Lee and Alfred she knew wouldn't just be friends if Gordon wasn't in the picture.

"So now she helps the people who can't afford Gotham General?" Otherwise, why not bankroll her own clinic - as far as Selina knows, doctors are rolling in it.

[bought_the_bank]

Bruce has known for a very long time that the two are in love but have dedicated themselves to other endeavors and responsibilities. He feels partially responsible for that but doesn't feel at all remorseful. Like Selina, they're adults and capable of making their own decisions.

Leslie has always insisted on a moderate salary, her medical schooling having been paid for by her father. "It's nicknamed 'The Free Clinic' for a reason. The Wayne Foundation bankrolls the entire facility."