Thank her and ask about Leslie Thompkins.

“I am and thank you.” You straight forwardly answer, “And please call me David.”

Miss Kyle gives you a friendly nod.

“How do you know Leslie?” You ask.

“I grew up on the bad streets of Gotham, in and about the East End and Old Gotham.” Your date runs her finger over one of your pictures from Gotham, her visage softens and becomes reflective. “Dr. Thompkins has a knack of finding bad kids up to no good, so it was only a matter of time that she would find me. Leslie has helped me out more times then I can count.”

Looking over her shoulder she gives you a knowing smile, “But you know all about that, don't you?”

Confused, you admit, “No, not really. I grew up in the suburbs in Connecticut with my parents. I've had a pretty easy and boring life, that is why I do the volunteer work.”

“No.” She calmly shakes her head. “You know what it's like to help out a tough kid. A few years ago you saved a dear friend of mine when you were volunteering at Leslie's clinic, a girl named Holly Robinson who got beat up in Alleytown. Leslie said that not only your surgical skills saved Holly's life, but the hours you spent tending and talking to her changed her for the good.”

“I'm glad to hear Holly is well.” You reply, greatly appreciating that the raven haired beauty has a surprising soft side.

Stepping away from the photos your date turns and moves towards you. Even when simply walking in a normal fashion her magnificent body cannot help but to gently sway back and forth in a seductive manner.

“So doc,” Her playful grin returns, “what do you have planned for us this evening?”