Re: Dance floor: Harl/Dami
Damian didn't really care if Riddler had changed. Stephanie was happy, she had a tight hold on him and the fear that the question marked man would hurt her had passed. Damian didn't fear him. He didn't fear anything except the fate of his family and Riddler wasn't a threat to that. He might have even saved his sister while Damian was dead. That was good enough for the littlest bird.
Damian decided, also, that he didn't care about Harley Quinn's past. It wasn't hard to shake the gross idea of her and Joker since she wasn't wearing white face. That was enough, right? And, the buzz of a stolen drink made him focus on her breasts pressed against him and that candy sweet kiss.
He didn't look like her suggestion registered. There was a blankness in his eyes as he looked to the corner she suggested. He looked back and nodded. Damian took her hand and tugged. "Let's go." Forward girls were more his style. He didn't do coy, he didn't really even do playful. He knew this girl, this version of Harley, wanted him right now and that was what he was going to give her.
Damian backed into the corner and pulled her closer, the awkward politeness of the dancefloor gone. He touched what he wanted. He pushed his lips against hers hungrily. If she wanted to talk? She could do that. Damian wasn't one for quipy nonsense.