[color=#FF0000]Fondling Nightwing's ab's wasn't something she had got to do in a while, not like she got too much meat of them anyway. Everyone of the Batman's protege's came prepared, very prepared in fact to deal with things that were far more menacing then the shallow groping of a one Harley Quinn's menacing fingers. It wasn't so much the feeling that mattered, as it were the act of knowing she were more then likely crossing forbidden territory and leaving her redolent advances in Dick's conscience. [i]She wasn't no Bat-girl or whoever it was that used to have the luxury of riding pillion to him.. This was Harley Quinn on the back of his bike.. and she was just getting started with making her new position a lot more comfortable..[/i]

[color=white][i][b]“Do you rememba what it was like the last time I did that? Was coiled around ya like a snake.. I bet it feels a bit betta to have it done with your consent doesn't it? Not like I can get much of a grip anyway..”[/b][/i][/color] She teased before the bike accelerated at the exclaim of a loud revving, before taking them speeding off into Gotham's streets. Harley didn't expect an answer, but passing up the opportunity to remind Nightwing of what their first little confrontation with each other was like, was just too good to ignore.

The speed of the bike kicked into what Harley could consider satisfying throttle. She felt amused with the take of Nightwing's acceleration of the vehicle and the thrill it caused her to feel almost liberated by. For once in her life she wasn't speeding away from trouble but instead soaring towards it with any concern for having that trouble prevented, wrapped around the tight hugging grasp of her arms. [i]When would something like this ever happen again? Would something like this every happen again at all?[/i] Harley went to work in trying to decrypt a question she had never found herself puzzled by until this particular night and the circumstances that had caused it to turn into something she could hardly admit she'd ever be ready for. Whatever the answer, Harley only felt overwhelmed by a sense of euphoric that actually made her feel hopeful when it came to working towards a change, she had long only wished she could pursue.

[color=white][i][b]“WEEEEEEE!”[/b][/i][/color] A wide smile and pleasant eagerness reflected the loud squeal, the faster and faster they went, as she'd shift the idea of trying to understand her feelings and where they came from in the particular spur of that moment.

For a while Harley doubted the unexpected thrill of the situation might last forever, her mood and entitlement to show compliance, seeming to only project her desire to try and work as well as she could  with her new partner. That was up until they started to slow down anyway and she started to lose her grip on that sense of exhilarating adrenaline and favor for her new partners certain annoying persistence, to the presence of bystanders.

Nightwing's direction on maintaining speed seemed to falter to anything but acceptable limits the minute they started hitting the busier sides of Gotham's streets, where people still roamed about their own private nightly business. Harley's grip slipped and then tightened around the muscularity of Dick's form, before she'd slowly poke her chin over the side of his shoulder, near brushing the end of her chin against the fabric of his suit. Hearing Dick's statement about stashing the bike and moving on foot, flew right over her head.

[quote][color=white]As something to do, Dick turned his head slightly and said over his shoulder[/color][color=dodgerblue] "When we get close, we'll stop a few streets away to stash the bike and then approach separately, okay?"[/color] [/quote]

[color=white][i][b]“Yea yea.. Go fasta okay.. Im gettin bored.. You bein all careful cuz there's a couple of average joes around is really killin my mood..”[/b][/i][/color] She announced, as if that was any of Dick's primary concern. To her it mattered more then he knew. Harley felt her mood slowly wallop from her lack of amusement, as her eyes began to project a rather devious glint about them as she'd stare only at the fancy dash of the bike and ignore Nightwing's peak over his shoulder. She looke determine to solve her little problem, that same problem she were about to make clear as day to her new partner. [color=white][i][b]“Oh come on.. just let me press a couple buttons of dem shiny buttons on the dash-”[/b][/i][/color] She didn't request to do it this time as one of her hands carefully slid away from her grip around Nightwing's waist and she'd slowly try to poke over at the dashboard.. [color=white][i][b]“Which one makes this thing go full turbo.. You's got a full turbo button right?! I seen what B-man's car can do enough times, don't try n tell me this little beauty cant do the same..”[/b][/i][/color].[/color]