"What'll you be having?" He had enough to order some cocktails, wanted to make a nice first impression. He smiles at her, infusing it with false warmth. Unless he was losing his touch, or Harleen was better than he thought, she should hopefully fall for it.

"Oh, and is your employer alright with you opening another practice, or are you sneaking about under his nose?" He smirked at the last. If that were the case, interesting times were ahead. He didn't mind sheep stealing, if the pay off was worth it. "In case you couldn't tell, Arkham and I didn't quite work out either." But that was probably old hat to her by now, yesterday's headlines.

[In fact, the police probably are on their way at the moment.] "So, what brings you to me? I do have a colorful reputation." He would admit that much, it had dogged him from his short tenure at Gotham University. All the doctors at Gotham would whisper about it in the corridors when they thought he wasn't about.