Harley Quinn bumped into Bruce Wayne on the streets. "Hey ya, Mr. Wayne. 'Scuse me." Harley smiled.
"Hello to you too, Miss Quinn," Bruce smiled back. "Rumor has it that Batman came to see you last night?"
"Perhaps he did? What is it to you?"
Bruce shrugged, "Curious's all." He suddenly chuckled. "I've been hanging around you too much; my grammar's getting bad."
"It's cool, Mr. Wayne."
"Dinner yesterday was great. We should do it again sometime, eh?" He took her hands and leaned a little.
"Yeah," she said dreamily. She stared in his eyes and leaned some as well. After their lips parted, she said, "Ya know, Batman said he's a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, he is. Why do you ask?"
"Well, who is he?"
"Can't tell you that. Respect for identity," he chuckled. "Nice try though."
"Had ta try Mr. B—ah Wayne," Harley blushed.
Bruce pushed it from his mind. "Dinner tonight?"
"Sure," she smiled.
"Alright, see you tonight, Quinn." He kissed her cheek and walked past.