[color=#FF0000]Despite her undying effort to get make the former boy wonder blunder, Dick's ego seemed almost entirely untouched. He held his ground, even when she threatened to make a scene for the sole sake of trying to fluster him up. Whether she liked to admit it or not, Harley had to hand it to him that he took more then she thought he would before they found themselves butting heads over the classical inevitability that had always led them to conflict. 

[i]Was this the same Robin she remembered?[/i] For a minute, she actually felt doubtful of the comparison. Nightwing had clearly come along way, much more then herself since the first time she had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting him. [i][color=662d91]At least one of you is moving up in the world..-[/color] Ugh! Envying Nightwing? What the hell!?[/i] That damaged side of Harley felt near ravaged by the idea of ever even so much as considering feeling envy for the like this particular person. [i]It could have been anyone, anyone else.. but noo it had to be Night-brain![/i]

Her pessimism broke through yet again, shattering any former display of complacent joy that still lingered on her lips. Harley slowly felt her mood sink into absolute tragic boredom. Trying to get a kick out of rattling up Nightwing really hadn't been going the way she wanted it to. [i]When did anything ever go the way she wanted it to?[/i] With a subduing sign she'd give in, as she'd watch Dick move to his bike and lean on the seat. 

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"To be honest Harl, I'd put my money on the bat breaking first, this old thing doesn't take a scratch."[/color] [/quote]

Even if she wanted to smash the bike, apparently she wouldn't have that luxury either. Being ensnared in a lose-lose situation hadn't exactly motivated her to continue with her childish antics, at least in the way she had been trying to pursue them anyway. She'd have to be more clever then that, take some time to consider what she could do, or say, to really get under his skin. In the mean time she could just shove off his attempts to get in her own head. [i]Like he'd get far.. If there was one thing Night-brain isn't, it was someone who could ever understand her..[/i] Or so she thought, not making much else of the matter.

Harley's grip on the bat tightened, before she'd pout a averting expression back to Nightwing. [color=white][i][b]“You wanna put that theory to the test, or do you wanna smash some unfunny clowns? Which you prefer?”[/b][/i][/color] She let the question hang with the intention of mocking him with the information he'd only request of her, moments later.

[quote][color=white]Straddling it and reverentially putting one hand on the handlebar, he shook his head regretfully at Harley.[/color][color=dodgerblue] "'Fraid not, I'll just have to make it work without you driving. Now, you still haven't given me an address..."[/color] [/quote]

Harley only huffed in a pretentious extinguish to the idea of Nightwing shooting down her kind request to take his bike for a spin. Realistically it was a pretty stupid question to ask, but it wasn't like Harley ever turned down the chance for fun compacted with all the dangerous thrill that might come with it, upon having it literally drive up behind her and almost invite her to the challenge. Maybe she'd find a way yet to take his bike out for a spin, but for now, she just had to try and forget about it.

[color=white][i][b]“What if I's told ya I had my motoring license? Would ya let me take it for a spin then?”[/b][/i][/color] She asked, trying to take one last jab at the idea of overruling Nightwing's former rejection to the idea of her driving his special bike. She even went as far as to bat her eye lashes in all matter of innocent exchange to the idea of deeming herself purely harmless, to the state of whatever might happen to the bike if he did. The answer was probably still no, but it was always like Harley Quinn to speak her mind. Even if that meant nobody wanted to hear anything she said, or just straight tune out of her rather squealing frequency. 

Eventually she let the matter go, only because she intended to come back to it later. [i]She'd take that beauty out for a ride yet and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it..[/i] Dick's comment about more serious stuff sort of jogged back her attention into the thoughts of the present and her vengeful crusade. His question felt like an understate of one, considering Harley knew there was probably a dozen places Joker could be hiding, not to mention rat holes for his men to be infesting. The real question was where the best place would be to start.

Pondering on the idea of where might be best to look first, only forced Harley to conclude to a much more deleterious conclusion. [color=white][i][b]“Old Gotham.. there's a little place between Crime Alley and Amusement mile..”[/b][/i][/color] She started giving him his answer, only to swing the honesty of it into a much more intricate answer. Harley had something devious up her sleeve, something that could very well make or break this delicate partnership she had, but she needed to take a chance. She needed to prove to whoever Nightwing was, that this wasn't the same old Harley Quinn talking to him that he probably saw as some helpless dame that was just destined to make him see the worst in her. [color=white][i][b]“Joka always loved the old amusement park there, you kno, the one he turned into a labyrinth of twisted little fun houses in his honor.. You's rememba what it's like ova there don't ya? Can't say I've seen you in the last little while so, dunno if you even snoop around Gotham much anymore, unless your just here for your precious B-man and his perilous situation.. Frankly I dun care.. That's Joka's old turf that area is, you outta expect bigger opposition with bigger artillery there.. Dunno if ya little sticks will do ya much good..”[/b][/i][/color] She teased, before moving closer to the bike and gently dragging her finger along the mint condition of the one of the handle bars. 

Harley's eyes diverted from the bike in a brief analysis and up to Nightwing. This was probably the closest she had got to him all night. Part of her wanted to appease her curiosity in discovering who the man behind the mask that had given her so much displeasure back in the early days of her playing side kick to Joker's mad crusade, really was beneath. Normally she might even try to pry at it, continue in her annoying little commitment to try to figure out who Nightwing was and how he worked, but she felt she had done enough fraternizing of the man who had just saved her from an unexpected tricky situation, at least for now. [i]This wasn't some form of gratitude right?[/i]

[color=white][i][b]“Then again, you have me and that's a little sumthing sumthing Joka's crew don't got no more.. I can point out where the place is, considerin it's unmarked, nearly invisible unless you know where and how to find it, but you gotta promise you'll let me have my fun with Joka's boys once we find em.. This is a personal matta, more personal then me trying to continue disliking you..”[/b][/i][/color] She finished, almost flaunting herself in front of him, with her weird little decree of stating something she probably would have much rather preferred to keep to herself, locked away, buried, deep beneath the sins of a former mad jester who once promised herself she do anything for mad love. This was the first time she had ever looked at Nightwing as more then just an enemy and the more she found herself compelled to stare back, the more she felt like she hardly knew him at all.

Once she finished in her terms of engagement, Harley leaned over gently against the handle bars, trying to prevent Dick from even thinking about taking off without her. [color=white][i][b]“Oh and there's one anotha tiny thing.. If ya won't let me ride ya bike, then will ya at least let me be your riding bitch.. I promise I won't touch nothin, not unless there's a big red button that pops up on the dashboard n says don't press this..”[/b][/i][/color] Odd how Harley' tone almost became seductive the longer her request to ride anywhere on the bike became apparent. She'd return a coy smile, awaiting his answer, never moving her elbow from her rest against the handle bars.[/color]