Re: Dance floor: Harl/Dami
It was like ice sliding down her spine in prickling fingers, that look, and Harl froze in her tracks, she almost reeled herself in n split, right then n there, 'cause she was here to have a good time, ya know? She was here to get her hands on candy, stick your fingers in n pull out somethin' sweet, not be slapped away by some justice-lovin' jerk—but when the kid tugged her in, like taffy, she obliged. The clown princess relaxed again, reassured that easily.
"Lookit you, a regular gumshoe!" She giggled at being found out.
Her smile bobbed, her hair flounced, and she saw right through that snotty lil smirk. She pegged him for one of the good guys from the get-go—rogues didn't brood that much. They took the bad as it was. Bats and birds liked ta muddle about it, they liked to think they could clean it up, if they tried hard enough or their lil hearts were squeaky clean and pure enough. But Robin—that was unexpected. She lifted her chin a bit as close as they were to observe the man through mascara'd lashes.
But just as quickly, the coquettish smile curled again on her lips and she looked up at the TD&H man through lowered lashes.
"Yeah, batboy? People change." She tugged him in even closer, all kinds of insinuation evident in the press of her fingers to the back of his neck. The sweetness on her breath from the jell-o and from the sugary drinks at the bar lingered and she tipped her head again in a splay of blond. "You're young enough to believe that, ain't ya?"