"Alright, let me see if I get this right," Dru said while tapping the menu to the table, "tapas are basically appetizers, but they charge entree prices, and expect you to buy multiple dishes."
"You're supposed to share them so everyone gets multiple small bites," explained Babs, leaning forward and grabbing the menu from his hand, "and you wanted dim sum, which is basically the same thing except Chinese.  So just pick some things and quit grumbling because you lost the coin flip."
Dru shifted his jaw and sighed, trying to hide a bit of a sulk, taking back his menu and flipping through it.
"Does a giant pitcher of sangria count?  Because that sounds pretty great.  I've never had Spanish food before so you're going to have to...help...me..." He trailed off as he noticed Babs' attention focused behind him and tracking someone walking up to the their table, her face slightly red from what he guessed was either surprise or anger."
"Well, Barbara Gordon, I didn't expect to run into you here!" came the polished voice of the suited man who strolled up to the their table, disinterested blonde on his arm.  "I haven't seen you since what, the Policeman's Benefit Gala?  How've you been doing!"
Bab's put her hand up to her face and tensely pushed her hair back, "Oh, you know, fine, Bruce, just having dinner here," and flashed a hollow smile.
"Where are my manners, Bruce Wayne, and you are?"  The man shoved an open hand in Dru's face and after a second Dru shook it, noting that Bruce seemed to be trying to compete with him over who could grip harder.
"Drury Walker."
"Pleasure to meet you Dru, I can call you Dru, right?  I'm gonna go with Dru, you don't seem like the formal type.  Oh yeah!  This is Cherise; Cherise meet Barbara and Dru."
The blonde looked at the sitting pair awkwardly for a moment then squeaked out a hello before loudly clearing her throat and pulling Bruce away from the table.  As the pair turned she saw him quickly motion towards the back of the restaurant and nod his head, the smiles and cheer already replaced with taciturn coldness.
Babs turned back to Dru, whose eyes were following the pair as they disappeared to the veranda outside, "Is he always like that?"
"About half the time.  I'm sorry, he is something of a gregarious..."
Dru cocked an eyebrow as he picked the menu back up, "Ass?"
"Yeah.  I'm going to hit the ladies' room, if the server comes back, go with the giant pitcher of sangria."
Babs hurried towards the back of the restaurant, finding Bruce waiting for her by the emergency exit.  "What do you think you're doing here?" she hissed, pulling them out of sight from the dining room.
"I was thinking about getting setas al ajillo, maybe some chopitos," he cocked his head to the side and tapped his chin, pretending to be lost in thought.
"Drop the bullshit, Bruce, did you follow me?  While I am on a date?"
The playfulness on Bruce's face dropped instantly, replaced by a grim intensity, the polished mirth of his tone washed over by harshness, "No, but I can't help but notice that you're having dinner with Killer Moth."  He stared daggers into her eyes, "what do you think YOU'RE doing?"
"No, nononono," she crossed her arms and waved her hand in his face, "you don't get say a single damn thing.  Not the guy who almost married Catwoman."
He leaned forward and glared at her for a moment, then threw his hands up and turned away.  "Almost."
Barbara was still composing herself as she returned to her table, pitcher of sangria and a filled glass waiting for her with Dru still looking over the menu.  "Sorry about that, just give me a moment to decide what I want.  And I really want to apologize for that, Bruce has a 'no boundaries because I'm rich' thing going on, but he means well."
Dru lowered the menu and stared at her blankly for a second before resuming his perusal.  "He's Batman."