[color=#FF0000]Harley felt determined, dedicated to seeing Nightwing gaffe, as a lazy means of trying to feel like his equal or better. She should have known better then to keep poking, keep sticking her fingers in the deep end, just to see how long she could get away with doing it before one of the bigger fish tried to pull her under. Whether it was for the thrill, or the desire to show supremacy to a cause that hardly cared nor mattered by this point, Harley wasn't going to back down and she certainly wasn't going to let Dick have the last laugh.

[i]How many times had she been made the butt of the joke? Been slapped around at the expense of one Joker's dreadful slap-stick comedies?[/i] Harley Quinn wasn't about to become the early former Robin's little protege and especially not under the circumstances that always left her with the short end of the stick. [i]But not today! Nope, today she was going to take the pokey end of that stick and poke the simper right off Night-brain's smug little face[/i] 

Eventually her desire to reach some superiority complex seemed to come to a fair conclusion, a conclusion that clearly hadn't been thought out, all that well. It really didn't matter whether she wanted the car or not, or if she meant to steal it, or was just trying to get a rise out of him, because Nightwing had other plans apparently. Harley's daunting venture forward served to take another step or two against the side-walk beneath her, before she'd stop at the sight of seeing Dick not only respond, but press a little button on his wrist thingie. [i]Why did the good guys get all the cool toys?[/i] Dick's response was hardly needed, once she saw him press the little button on his wrist, Harley just knew he had something up his sleeve and it wasn't just a flashy button that when pressed, did nothing but serve to vex her with the idea of feeling near primitive when it came to comparing herself to someone with so much gadget tech.

[quote][color=white]With a lazy grin, Dick shrugged.[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"Sure, we could steal car. Of course, I'd be honour bound as a good citizen to call the other boys in blue if I saw criminal activity like that going on. No, I was thinking we could take my ride."[/color] [color=white]With that, he pressed down a button on his wrist with a self satisfied smile.[/color] [/quote]

Holding that composure of smug mischief wasn't so easy, not after she saw him do that. That dreadfully compelling smirk of hers only slid away the longer she tried to maintain it, the longer she realized it would be impossible to feel like she were one-upping her competition. Harley's former arrogant exuberance seemed to slowly slip away at the trade of a dissatisfied huff. [i]Okay.. you win this round NIGHT-BRAIN![/i]

Her arms came to a another tight hold beneath her bust, her chin turning in displeased notice of Nightwing pressing down on a secret button. [i]Nothing good ever happened when any of the Bat-freaks did that..[/i] At first she'd just let the derision of her own failed attempt to run his cool into the ground, steam and burn away. It was quite tragic really, like watching a fire consume and slowly burn away the former pride she thought she had when it came to pushing Nightwing into the second place role of their unspoken partnership. It all seemed like a lost cost, a waste of time, up until Harley realized that Nightwing's little gadget toy might very well be broken. [i]Oh, maybe there was some hope yet..[/i]

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"... Just give it a minute, alright." [/color][/quote]

Just give it a minute, was enough to tell Harley that something was wrong. Either Nightwing's little tech gadget was broken, or someone was doing something that was interfering with it's ability to work efficiently. [color=white][i][b]“What's a matta Night-brain? Dun tell me I was right about B-man giving you the cheap stuff? Sucks to be fourth place.. don't it?”[/b][/i][/color] She sort of questioned, light wink flashing his way, as the idea of feeling righteous for even a split second really served to jive inspiration for her to continue in her sustaining charade of antagonizing her company. The whole time Harley waited for something to happen, her eyes stuck to Nightwing's faltering smile. It didn't take a former background in psychiatry to know that Nightwing was trying to keep his cool, despite the odd correspondence of whatever it was he had called on to come to his command. [color=white][i][b]“You know.. I gotta ask ya's, why do you wear that mask anyway? You, B-man, THE REST OF YOUR WEIRD LITTLE FRIENDS.. What's the deal, at least with B-man's it helps keep most of his face concealed, you's though.. What's the point? I mean really? Don't try and bury your humanity in the ground, I can tell you ain't nearly as cool headed as you think you's are.. If there's one thing im good at it's watching people.. and I know someone when they're tryin to hold on to something with a false face when I's see one..”[/b][/i][/color] Or so she'd declare. The irony was that the same could be said about her and she wasn't even wearing a mask. Nope, instead Harley just always seemed justified by her ever changing sense of expression and intricate loyalty to always thinking she was one way, as opposed to another.

Nightwing's bike had impeccable timing, only showing up right as she reached the end of her sentence. A revving engine, squealing tires and a light that near blinded her when she turned to look, Harley turned to the marvel that was Nightwing's special method of transportation. She could hardly believe her eyes, any of what was left of that former ego of hers being shovelled down her throat in a quick gulp of shock and awe. The bike was beautiful, so beautiful, that she didn't think it was fair for Nightwing to have, among the many other things he already did. The only thing wrong with it was the shades of colour it came painted in and that damn insigna that reflected it's owner's own marking on his own very chest. 

A moment more of taking in the marvel of a sight in front of her caused Harley to turn her attention back to Nightwing with a light baffled tilt of her brow. She wanted to say bad and annoying things, so many more obnoxious things in fact, but she couldn't seem to find the drive to do it. Though Harley didn't want to admit it, Nightwing had really won their first round of head-butting after all. Confused by what to say back in any lingering intentions to defend her shattering ego, Harley gawked at the thought of being able to even ride on the bike at all, as a passenger or driver. She had to admit, this was pretty cool.

[quote][color=white]Dick mumbled[/color][color=dodgerblue] "couldn't have got here any sooner, could you?"[/color][color=white] under his breath as he turned back to Harley.[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"What do you think? Better than a stolen family car? I'm sorry there's no kiddie seat."[/color] [/quote]

[color=white][i][b]“Not bad Bird-brain, not bad at all.. Mind ya, it could use a different paint job? More red, less blue! Maybe even some remodeling in the front..?”[/b][/i][/color] If the devious tone that coated her voice wasn't enough to explain exactly what it was that she were imposing, then the slow shift of her bat from her shoulders would. Like she'd smash his bike. Maybe two or even three years ago without hesitate she would, but it wasn't like he didn't know that. Guess that meant that first round she lost was going into overtime after all? [color=white][i][b]“Easy! Easy! I ain't gonna smash your toy, well, not with my bat anyway.. But you neva kno what otha things might happen.. Unlike you, I like livin on the wild side.. You letting me drive it right? I think if you let me drive it, it'll work just fine..”[/b][/i][/color] She teased him further, giggling as she formed those words, walking closer to the bike and standing beside it, before her eyes slowly shifted back over to Dick and let him make the final call. Obviously he wasn't going to let that happen either, but that wasn't the point. Harley knew Dick might make the worst of what Harley might end up doing to his bike and with that paranoia sitting on his conscience, that would be enough keep her in overtime.[/color]