Harley normally would have met Floyd's negativity by blowing a raspberry in his direction, but she had he attention of a handsome billionaire and he knew her!
"That's me, Mr. Bruce! Mr. B," she paused to consider the name for a second, but quickly decided against it. "Brucie! Can I call ya Brucie?" Her legs swung back and forth, giggling at her question. For all the times she had seen Bruce Wayne in the news, she never imagined she would have the opportunity to eat breakfast with him.
"Whaddya lookin' so surprised for? A guy like you is a prime target for a gal like me!" The hastily made pancakes were forgotten in favor of flirting.