[color=#FF0000]Apparently she was getting somewhere with him. To be completely honest Harley didn't really know what she did right, but it was obvious she were slowly figuring out how her contrasting new counterpart, preferred to be productive. Of course Dick was never short of his own commitment to rectifying his own personality, but she were already well aware of that by now. That was something they apparently both had in common. Like the butting of  two individuals that both had the same inevitable goal. It were safe to say that their reason for everything that had taken place so far would be enough to maintain the loose terms of their partnership. Or at least for now anyway..[/color]

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"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?" [/color][/quote]

[color=#FF0000]Dick made no shame about his preferred approach. Sneaking up on people was somewhat of a profession of Batmen, or former side-kicks of people baring likeness to that sort of person. That's just how Nightwing preferred to play ball, even if she probably hadn't even considered ever dipping into the more silent and clean ways of getting things done. Harley Quinn didn't work like that. Harley Quinn liked to make noise and she liked to be seen when she was doing it. Thus came the dilemma of knowing that even if she wanted to comply with Nightwing's techniques, she wouldn't be very good at it. That was going to be a problem.

Harley pondered on the idea of trying to envision what a tag team up with Nightwing might look like in her mind, while sort of losing track of the solemnity of the situation. [i]There she was at the door, gun in hand.. There he was sneaking around.. probably using vents or something to get in.. She opened the door.. Joka's boys went all gawk eyed at the sight of her alive and well and then- BANG! Everything went to hell the minute she pulled the trigger.. Night-brain dived in, using her distraction.. Yeah that's what it was gonna be like and then-![/i] Harley's amusement in visualizing every little grim detail of the mess she made in that fantasy, like a troubled child infatuated with the idea of causing trouble, really began to leak onto her face and cause her to smile in woeful pleasure. Another moment of star gazing at the roof tops above, brought her attention back down to Nightwing in front of her. She had a plan, but he probably wouldn't like it.. because her plans kinda sucked honestly.[/color]

[color=white][i][b]“Neva.. unless putting my hands ova my eyes counts, while pretending im one of you NIGHT-CREEPS.. Hey, what I do on my own spare time ain't any of your damn business.[/b][/i][/color][color=#FF0000] Harley shrugged, convey a look of anything but concern before continuing forth with her little speech. [i][b][color=white]Stealth is hardly a fittin quality of my good character.. That's your job, your the one who sneaks around and gets the drop on people.. Me, im much more of a professional at causing distractions.. So im thinking were gonna have to work togetha.. Yeah I know, me makin things easier for you.. Times are really changing aren't they..”[/color][/b][/i] Harley teased her plan, not getting into the main details of it right away. If she told him about those they'd probably be stuck there forever trying to come to some inevitable conclusion of a plan they'd never both agree to. The mere thought of it caused her former excitement to almost completely flounder.[/color]

[quote][color=white]With an expression of insincere sincerity, he nodded.[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"I know, I know; it's hard to keep up disliking me, I've heard that 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][/quote]

[color=#FF0000]Harley only felt a bit rejoiced by the idea of knowing Nightwing wasn't going to let her get too violent, as much as she'd prefer to make this a big mess. [i]He could certainly try, but sometimes accidents happened..[/i] A gentle snicker expelled from her lips, as she felt overwhelmed by the desire to grin, given what he declared. [i][b][color=white]“Don't flatter yourself Bird-brain, you haven't heard it from me before.. But that's besides the point, right now we have a common goal.. That makes us, frien-! Uh, colleagues.. And how we both wanna tackle that goal is a little provin a little troublin.. See unlike you's im a much more adaptive fighta.. Which makes me unpredictable.. How many times have I pulled the gun on ya in the past? Made ya drop your guard cause ya thought you's had me all figured out? It's called SURPRISE Night-brain! And it works wonda's when you know really know how to use it! Let's just say im gonna give Joka and his boys the biggest surprise of their life he..he ”[/color][/b][/i] Harley felt accomplished in trying to educate Nightwing further about Harley Quinn-fu, even if that was really only half the plan. She'd need him doing what he did best to make sure nothing bad happened. [color=white][i][b]“So long as they don't get back up, there's no need to knock em back down a second time I suppose.. You betta not hold your punches, or we may have a real crisis on our hands.. When I play whack a mole, I dun like to lose.. That just means ya can't hold back. Maybe you knowing I'll be storming in the front door all by my merry little self screaming profound things, might help jog your own motivation to address the situation yer own way.. Just let me do the talkin and do the sneakin.”[/b][/i][/color] Or that was the rougher idea of her plan anyway. For a minute she waited for Dick to confirm her request, to ride as a passenger on the bike. To her surprise, he gave her permission to ride pillion, of course doing so while readdressing her choice of wording of the particular term.[/color]

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

[color=#FF0000]There wasn't any arguing with that. Harley only felt a gentle smile peak to the corners of her lips, before she'd swing herself in place behind Dick and ready herself for the ride ahead. She brought her lips close to the brim of his ear once she felt comfortably seated and continued further with frolicking with the situation, just for fun. [color=white][i][b]“You think I don't know what the politically correct term is? When have I ever been politically correct with you's? And why would I start now..?”[/b][/i][/color] It was an odd statement, but a fair one that seemed to support the idea of Harley Quinn having a pretty shallow record in being anything but appropriate. [color=white][i][b]“Ya forget who your talking to? Then again I guess you would, since this is really one of the first times we've ever seemed to have a meaningful conversation..”[/b][/i][/color] At the conclusion of those words Harley's arms would easily reach out and grab hold of Nightwing, purposely fondling his abs a bit. A light coo seemed to sing at the presentation of a satisfied grin. [i][b][color=white]“Don't mind if I do.. Put the peddle to metal Bird-brain!”[/color][/b][/i][/color]