Re: Wayne's Arrival
Harley had turned back to blow a kiss to Pamela, only to take note of two things. One, that her girlfriend had already moved on to a susceptible looking older gentleman, which caused the doctor to break out in a beamingly proud grin. And two, the figure of Bruce Wayne looking quite the same as he had upon their first meeting.
Having breezed passed him, it wasn't much longer into his query about happy hour that the Wayne heir would find a body half pressed against his back, balancing a double vodka and gin tonic with lime on top of a Mai Tai for Pam in one hand. Silent except for the soft familiar breath breezing against his neck while the other arm delicately draped over his shoulder, a triple scotch on the rocks dangling next to his cheek subtly, the glass just barely touching his flesh in a cold kiss. Waiting to be plucked from her fingers.