Harley had squeaked at the smile Wayne had given her. When he started to speak, her mind reprogrammed his words to something more to her liking. "Run away with me, Harley. You and I are meant to be together."
The romance novel grade conversation continued in her head well into Bruce's observation of the Secret Six's work. She let a dreamy sigh escape and only came to as Scandal's sharp voice cut into her fantasy. Her look of fascination ended with a wrinkle of her nose at how quickly her fellow teammate had come to interrupt happier thoughts.
"Yeah, we're professionals, Bru-" she stopped. "Mr. Wayne. Waffle?" She wafted the plate under his nose proudly. Surprisingly enough, it smelled edible. How edible had yet to be determined.