"Apparently eight years in the pen, that some call college, makes you more venomous." She took a sip of the drink, still leaning against his arm happily while she did. Occasionally she would make eye contact with someone shooting her a glare, or dirty look. This wasn't her society and she wasn't as much of a shark like her father. Dick made it bearable though, he always did. Whisking her away and giving her pretty things. It wasn't who she was but it didn't mean she couldn't appreciate it now and again.
"Buyer's remorse? Never. I happen to love fatty foods, could use some sun, and maybe they'll have karaoke. Remember when I got you to sing.. oh what was that..?" She paused for a moment before the bulb went off. "Don't stop believin? In that run down little bar in the mountains..."
She reminisced for a moment before he brought up the future. He always had a tendency of doing that. Had to bring up things she didn't want to discuss anymore. Needed more than she was willing to give. Harleen listened as she finished her glass, then tapped on it for another. He may not be drinking because of the force but there was no way she wasn't.
When he was close to her she looked up to meet his gaze, feeling that intensity and honesty that he emitted. "I want." A hesitation as she couldn't look away from those eyes for a moment, then she looked back at her now refilled drink. She swooped it up to her lips but hesitated. "I want to not talk about this Dick. Not here, not now. Let's just enjoy ourselves. We have days to talk." They both knew she would put off those days of talking, it was hard for her. Love was hard. Is that what this is?