Harley’s eyes narrowed slightly, even as she gave the tall one the sweetest smile in her arsenal. Now he was telling her not to call the Bat? Because he thought… what? They were buddies? What a moron.
Her poor, poor, poor Puddin’. He must really be desperate if he was scraping the bottom of the barrel and ending up with these two. They had wings for crying out loud. Butterfly wings. And they definitely didn’t rate high on the intelligence scale. The psychiatrist in her momentarily pondered on the possible connection.
Turning away from Selina, she walked directly towards the butterfly bozos, smiling warmly at the tall one. He was obviously the smarter of the two, for as much as that meant. “Oh, nobody here is calling the vinyl vigilante. Well, maybe the kitty cat, later, when she wants to purr. But she’s being naughty right now, so she doesn’t want him her. You don’t want him here. I don’t want him here.”
Drawing nearer, she completely ignored the gun he was pointing her direction and reached out one finger to draw meandering designs on his chest, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “We all really want the same thing, right? We just wanna have a little fun and commit a little larceny? I don’t see any reason for there to be hostility between us, do you?”
Her lashes fluttered as she leaned close enough to brush up against him. “Why can’t we just be… nice… to each other?”