[color=ghostwhite]Innocent face and motoring license or not, Dick remained unmoved by Harely's protestations and maintained his seat on the bike. It would take more than a few batted eyelashes and a lack of assaulting him (yet) to persuade him to alter his sole-rider policy. Instead, he simply kept up a pleasant smile until she volunteered something useful.

Eventually, she got to it. [color=ff0000][b]"Old Gotham.. there's a little place between Crime Alley and Amusement mile..”[/b][/color] It sounded plausible, maybe even familiar. The Joker certainly had always had a fondness for the area and his crew did often pack considerably more dangerous and heavy weaponry than their rivals in other villains gangs, with the possible exception of Cobblepot. The clown prince of crime had an exceptional talent at getting his gloved hands on things that go boom or bang, matched only by his willingness, no, eagerness to use them.

Still, Dick would feel completely confident going into to combat them if he were on his own. His preferred method of entry would be stealthy and unnoticed, allowing him to pick apart whatever defences existed at his leisure and without revealing himself or giving the thugs an opportunity to shoot at him. Yet, somehow, he wasn't sure that strategy would be quite Harley's style. [color=dodgerblue][i]"I've got plenty of faith in my 'little sticks' thanks. I'm more concerned about how to go in quietly. When was the last time you entered a building by stealth, Harley?"[/i][/color] Dick could guess the answer.

Harley was not, of course, finished. [color=ff0000][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][/color]

With an expression of insincere sincerity, he nodded. [i][color=dodgerblue]"I know, I know; it's hard to keep up disliking me, I've heard thst before. But so long as your fun doesn't include death, permanent scarring or crippling, I can work with that. How do you intend for us to get in though?"[/color][/i]

As their planning drew to a close, Dick realised Harely had planted herself in front of the bike, almost as though she was trying to stop him from leaving. It took him a couple of moments to realise she was worried he'd leave without her, given that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.[color=ff0000][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.[/b][/color] she said, her voice husky and inviting. Not afraid of a good innuendo (something that baffled and occasionally irritated his father and youngest brother), Dick chuckled and nodded his head backwards at the bike's expansive seat.

[i][color=dodgerblue]"Make yourself comfortable, though I'm not sure that's the politically correct term for a pillion passenger."[/color][/i][/color]