"Spoiler how was the supply run?" Jason asked as he rode the elevator up in Wayne Tower.

"Peachy keen. Catwoman left for city patrol already, and Dick and I are overseeing the unloading then you're in charge."

"Awesome." The elevator opened on his floor. He knew he didn't have time for a quick shower, but he at least wanted to change clothes. He was running a couple days on the same outfit, and his break wasn't until tomorrow. "Remind me why I switched shifts with you?"

"Because of my mad persuasive skills," Steph answered.

"Or because you're annoying."

"Ugh, Jason, hurry up," Dick whined. Steph elbowed him.

"Chillax. I'm hurrying." He stripped his jacket and his shirt off.

"Did you just tell him to chillax?" Steph asked. "You're so not cool."

"Red Hood," Bruce interrupted their comm feed. "The Uptown bridge guard commed in. Poison Ivy's there." Jason froze with a new shirt pulled halfway on.

"What? But I'm heading out to supply run with Damian."

"Robin is heading out," Bruce corrected. "You're needed here. Who just got back from a raid?"

"I'm on Arkham!" Steph called quickly, "but Dick's just starting his break. He's free."

"God damn it Jason," Dick muttered. "I am not."

"This isn't my fault!" Jason defended as he pulled on a new pair of pants.

"Nightwing, are you still at the warehouse?" Bruce asked.

"Ugh, yeah," he answered.

"Stay there," he ordered. "Join the next scouting team and make a short trip until Red Hood is available."

"But… Ugh, Bruce…" Dick complained. "I had plans, y'know?"

"No, I don't know." Dick could hear the finality in his voice. "Bring the raid group back by around noon, and Red Hood should be free to take over his shift by then."

"Fine," he muttered. "If I die of sleep deprivation, it's your fault," Dick answered.

"Oh cry me a river," Jason muttered as he yanked his boots back on and stumbled out the door. "And Steph's the one who threw you under the bus."

"There was no way I was going to go," she defended.

"Yeah, and I was the one doing two supply shifts this week because of you," Jason muttered, hitting the elevator button.

"And I take full credit for that," she laughed. The elevator doors opened.

"Come on guys, you know the rules," Jason taunted as he got into the elevator, "Keep the comms clear." He switched his off and hit the button for the garage. It was quiet for the rest of the trip, but he was glad for it. He tried to convince himself he wasn't preparing, but as he pulled his bike to a stop by the bridge and nodded toward the bridge guards to let Ivy past, he knew preparing was the right word. They lowered their guns just a little, and she walked through them with her head up. "Let's go!" Jason called. "Before I grow roots." She shot him a withering glare before climbing on the back of the bike.

"Take me to one of the Downtown bridges," she told him. She looked over at the low morning sun.

"A bridge?" he asked as he revved the engine. "Gonna jump off? Isn't that a bit too much water even for you?"

"No but I'm thinking about seeing if you survive the fall," she muttered.

"You're thinking about me? I'm touched." He sped off toward Midtown.

"No I'm thinking about homicide," she corrected.

"They usually go hand in hand with me." He shrugged.

"What? No annoying pet names today?" she taunted.

"Why?" He grinned. "Did you miss them, Ginger?"

"No," she snapped.

"Well you seem to have missed me." He slowed the bike as the neared the edge of Midtown. "Why else would you keep coming back?"

"Don't flatter yourself," she scoffed. "We've already had this conversation."

"Right. The old 'Arkham's a bad place to be' excuse." He stopped the bike. "You'd think as a criminal you would've known that."

"Isn't that a little hypocritical coming from you?" she asked. She got off and brushed her shorts off.

"I'm just trying to get you to admit you like me." He shrugged, and she stared at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Come on. You know that's why you keep coming back. Besides, beautiful waterfront view, we watched the sunset together. You don't have to try so hard." He was trying as hard as he could not to laugh. She turned away from him and marched away.

"You're ridiculous," she fumed.

"Okay." He followed after her.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" she snapped.

"Just following the rules, Sugar Snap." He was trying not to let her know how amused he was by her offence. "So what are we doing today? A bridge is a kind of weird place to ask to go to."

"It wasn't about the bridge. I just needed a starting place to explore Gotham."

"So you are a spy!" Jason accused pointing at her. She stopped to stare at him before shaking her head and continuing on.

"I could say the same thing about Nightwing being in Uptown."

"Fair enough," Jason agreed. "Although your friend started it." He watched her walk for a minute, her hair swaying across her shoulders. "What does she even want out of that relationship?"

"What does he?" she countered.

"Probably a broken heart," Jason mused.

"I've told her to stay away from him," Ivy muttered. Jason practically jumped when his comm beeped.

"What's up?" he answered.

"Is Poison Ivy still with you?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah," he said slowly. "I know better than to not update."

Bruce sighed. "Selina wants to see her."

"Is that a good idea?" he asked. Ivy kept walking, so he was forced to keep up.

"No, but that's not my choice. Just tell me where you're at."

"Okay." Jason shrugged and relayed the street they were on.

"Just call in an airstrike on me?" Ivy taunted.

"Can you imagine how much effort that would be? God no. I'll just kill you with my roguish charm."

"A slow and painful death," she muttered, and Jason laughed. "Why?" She stopped and shook her head. "Why the playful banter?"

"It passes the time."

"That's not a real answer." She stepped toward him.

No it's not, Jason agreed. "Part of the Gotham tour package."

"Still not an answer," she sang, stepping closer.

"And what about you then?"

"Seducing is what I do," she laughed. "What makes you think you'd be spared?"

"My clear lack of interest?" he offered.

"What clear lack of interest?" she asked, smirking at him.

You've got me there, he admitted.

"I can't see your face, but I'm willing to admit you're blushing. What's with the mask, hero?" she taunted, her face in front of his.

"Do the words 'secret identity' mean nothing to you?" he asked.

"Jason!"

"Really, Selina?" he complained, turning to see Catwoman coming toward them.

"Oh please like she isn't going to find out eventually anyway-" Selina sped past him and threw her arms around Ivy, her leather catsuit protecting her from her poison touch. She squeezed her tight. "Oh I've missed you so much I could kiss you," she giggled.

"Selina?" Ivy stepped back and stared at her in numb shock. "I thought you were dead."

"I can't say the same for you," she said confusedly. "I just thought you didn't want to see me, so that's a relief. Since I'm a traitor and all," she giggled. "But I guess that's handled," she elbowed Jason with a grin at Ivy. "If you're gonna defect with me."

"But..." Ivy glanced between her and Jason. "The Joker told Harley he killed you because you were a traitor."

"Ugh!" Selina threw her hands up in the air. "I can't believe him. How come Dick hasn't brought her home yet? Oops-" she covered her mouth. "Whatever. Ivy you're taking care of her, right?"

"Trying to but when does she listen to anything when it comes to him?" Ivy rolled her eyes. Jason stood awkwardly to the side of their reunion.

"Ugh. But then again, they're the same way," Selina smacked Jason's head. She smiled, grabbing his arm. "So? How are you guys? Good? Great?" She smiled, punching him in the side.

"Annoying." Ivy glared at him.

"Selina what the hell," Jason muttered, rubbing where she'd punched him. She was bouncing in place, and completely ignored him.

"Obviously she's madly in love with me," Jason joked.

"Oh I see," Selina smiled, walking over towards Ivy. She giggled. "Dick and Harley were easy but you two. You two are going to be difficult," she laughed, walking past Ivy. She quickly kicked her knees out from under her and Ivy, shocked, fell against Jason's chest. Selina chuckled. Jason carefully righted her and glared at Selina.

"Knock it off, Selina."

"What?" She feigned innocence, looking up. "God, it's hot out here," she sighed. "You two are cute, seriously. Couple'a redheads." Another giggle escaped her lips and she draped an arm over Ivy's shoulders. "Except Jason's got black hair. Or… brunette, almost. Blue eyes. One of those twice-broken noses that's still nice looking, and he has this really cute scruffle-"

"-Thank you Selina," Jason cut her off.

"See I knew he had stubble," Ivy laughed, enjoying his discomfort.

"Bats won't grow a beard. Which, of course, I'm ok with, but you know. Now Jay is a little bit aggressive, too, just a warning," Selina raised an eyebrow as she and Ivy stared at him, smiling. He felt exposed. He stared up at the sky as he shook his head, and Ivy laughed.

"I'm really enjoying this." She grinned.

"Well why hasn't he taken his helmet off yet?" Selina smiled, and then stuck her lip out. "Why not, Jaybird?" she laughed, and then glanced at Ivy. "I think this whole identity thing is pointless now," she shrugged.

"It's because your husband doesn't trust her. I'm just following orders." Jason nudged her away.

"Husband?" Ivy demanded. "You got married?"

"Yeah!" Selina squealed. "Oh my gosh, yes-" Selina bit her glove and pulled it off, showing her the diamond ring- "Br- Batman got me a ring and everything it was so cute- he stole it from a jewelry store…" She sighed happily, thinking about the bliss of her wedding day. "But there was barely a bouquet you would have been appalled. You could make me one now and I could toss it too you," she giggled, draping her whip around Ivy's neck and smiling. She suddenly pulled her forward and ducked so that Ivy landed against Jason again, and Selina ducked around him, wrapping the whip around them both in a tangle. Her laugh echoed against the buildings.

"Do not make me cut this whip," Jason warned, and Ivy glared at her, happy she couldn't blush as she braced her hands against his chest.

"Oh, it got tangled," she sighed with a smile. "Let me just…" Selina tried to pull it away, accidentally tightening it so that they were face to face. She covered her mouth with a hand to smother a giggle. "Sorry, sorry I'm acting so crazy I just have been cooped up for so long and I've missed- I dunno, interacting with people," she giggled. Jason turned his face to the side and glared at her.

"This isn't funny," he told her. He was holding Ivy away from him by her shoulders. Ivy felt a flash of resentment at his disinterest. She stopped pushing him away from her, and their bodies mashed together.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "I thought this was part of the Gotham tour?" She couldn't see his face, but this close to him, she could feel what he was thinking. She smirked triumphantly.

"Almost got it-" Selina grinned. "Jason I swear if you cut it, I'll lynch you with it," she muttered, almost finished untangling them. He hated how much his body was reacting to being this close to her- he could smell her, see the light reflecting through her flyaway hairs, feel the curves of her body pressed against his- but it was worse that she knew how it affected him. As soon as they were free, he stepped back, taking a deep breath.

"Oh look," Ivy teased, "we found a way to shut him up."

"Oh honey, you have no idea how hard that is to find," Selina smirked, and then glanced at her. "I really have missed you," she giggled.

"And I'm glad you're not dead," Ivy assured her. She glanced over at Jason, but couldn't tell what he was thinking behind his mask. She bit her lip in frustration. "And I'm sure Harls will freak when I tell her."

"Good. Let's get her away from the clown once and for all," Selina muttered. Ivy nodded in agreement.

"So how's life on the side of the righteous?" she asked, glancing around. "Turning into a fat cat?"

Selina pulled her catsuit away from her chest and glanced down. "Nope," she shrugged with a smile. "Not overfed or impregnated, unfortunately," she sighed.

"Whoa," Jason interrupted. "Impregnated? What?"

"Oh please," Selina shook her head, and then smiled slyly at him. "As much as I'd love a kid of my own, a grandkid wouldn't be so bad either," she grinned.

"And now you want me to have kids with a woman I barely know who wants to kill me, if only a little bit." Ivy shrugged like she couldn't argue.

"Besides, you know I can't have kids," Ivy reminded her.

"And that's the only problem you find with that suggestion?" Jason smirked.

"Shut up moron," she muttered.

"Pity, looks like it's up to Dick and Harley now," Selina whined. "Anyway. I should leave you two alone," she grinned.

"And why should you do that?" Jason asked her, amused by her antics.

"No reason," she shrugged, walking away as she smiled.

"Sorry," Jason chuckled, "she tends to be very impulsive since the accident."

"What accident?" Ivy asked; she'd noticed Selina's altered behavior.

Jason frowned. "She was bitten. We managed to do a full blood transfusion as soon as we could, but it still altered her. Don't annoy her though," he let out a short laugh, "that's when she's the most zombie like."

"Oh." Ivy looked at the spot Selina had vanished. So she had almost died. The Infection had almost destroyed her too, like Caty. She glanced up at the sky. She wondered how the little girl's strawberries were doing now that she was gone. "I think I should leave." Jason nodded and turned his comm on.

"Let the raiding party know to start heading back in," he updated before leading her back to the bike. "And here I thought you wanted to explore the city."

"If you've seen one part, you've seen every part," she laughed. Jason nodded. "How many people are dying from the Infection here?" she finally asked.

"Not too many," he answered truthfully. "We have a quarantine that in coming travelers have to pass through before being allowed in the city. The main problem we face is if people get sick, or accidents." They reached the bike, and he got on. Ivy hesitated before climbing on behind him. She was quiet the whole ride, her chin resting on his shoulder, and he didn't interrupt her thoughts. When they reached the bridge, Jason turned the bike off as the guards scrambled around to get at attention. Ivy got off the bike, took a step away, and turned back.

"Here." She held out her hand. Jason held his hands out in confusion, and she dumped a pile of small seeds into his hand. "They're strawberry seeds," she said curtly before turning and walking away.

"You owe me big time. For that, Jason. Big. Time," Dick snapped into his comm, slamming his bedroom door closed behind him as he nearly tripped trying to yank his boots off.

"Oh come on," Jason whined, "it was Bruce's call. And it's not my fault Steph wouldn't switch shifts with you."

"Well now I'm going to be late-" he yanked his shirt off as he walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

"For what?" Jason watched the preparations for another supply run. "Got a hot date?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," he hastily scrubbed shampoo into his hair. "How was your girlfriend?" Dick asked, smirking a bit.

"That's completely- Wait. Is that running water? Are you talking to me in the shower?"

"Does that turn you on?" he laughed, turning the water off and getting out. Dick rubbed his hair with the towel and dried his face.

"The only desire I have is to smack you," Jason told him.

"Jay I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff," Dick gasped, laughing. "So how was Ivy?" he went on, running his hands through his hair. He examined himself in the mirror, muscular body riddled with scars, his dark hair falling in loose, damp waves to his shoulders. Dick bit his lip and sighed.

"You're checking yourself out aren't you?"

"Man- shut up," he chuckled. "You're just avoiding the question. Typical Jason."

"Says the guy deliberately keeping the conversation away from what he's doing," he countered.

"I'm checking myself out, you just said."

"Because you're going to go see a certain murderous psychopath?"

"What's it to you?" Dick muttered, walking out of the bathroom. He hastily got dressed again.

"Not much, except for the murderous psychopath part. Other than that and maybe the even crazier boyfriend I see no problem."

"Oh yeah? Batman could've taken Ivy around, so why do you still do it?" he retorted, pulling his hair back into a ponytail as he walked out the door and pressed the button to wait for the elevator.

"He was a little… preoccupied last time, and this time…" Jason shrugged as he looked over the supply list. "I just follow his orders."

"Whatever." Dick shook his head. He slipped his mask on as the elevator doors opened and he walked out into the garage, getting on his bike. "And technically it's my break, so I'm allowed to turn my comm off," he grinned. "Bye Jason."

"Have fun, Senior."

Dick rode all the way to Uptown, feeling giddy about seeing Harley again. Though he was worried that she might have given up on him, he looked up; it was afternoon, and he didn't know how long she would wait. Dick left his bike by the bridge and took the rooftops all the way to he and Harley's makeshift apartment in the hotel, and he grappled up.

"Harley?" Dick called, ditching his jacket. It was quite hot out, anyway.

"Uh huh?" she called from the bedroom. When he looked in, she was laying across the bed on her stomach with her feet up in the air as she read an old Entertainment Weekly.

"Hi," he grinned. "Wow."

"Hiya," She looked up at him and beamed. "Don't ya know better than ta keep a lady waiting?" Dick bit his lip and laughed, taking a running start and jumping onto the bed beside her. He landed with a flump in the blankets and rolled onto his side, situating himself closer to her.

"What are you reading?" he grinned.

"None 'a your business," she told him and stuck her tongue out.

"Come on! It can't be that bad," he laughed. "Gawking over actors hotter than me?"

"Yup. Swooning over guys I wish were here." She grinned.

"Well. You have my permission to call me any name you like," he laughed. "I hope I can substitute and live up to the impossible standards of your dream guy." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You're tryin' ta get me ta say you live up to them and you're the one I want, aren't ya? Well it's not gonna work." Harley grabbed the magazine and rolled onto her back as she opened it. "What page was the shirtless picture of Tom Hardy on?" She flipped through it.

"Tom Hardy… wasn't he in that boxing movie?" Dick mused. "I have boxed before." Harley turned and looked at him.

"Aw, you're so cute," she teased before looking back at the magazine.

"What if I took my shirt off?" He laughed, rolling onto his back beside her, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. Dick frowned.

"And then what? Ya want me ta take my shirt off so we can box?" She smirked.

"Oh, I couldn't hit you," he snorted. "Um… why is there a liquor store in the corner of the room?" he asked, turning his head. "And how did it get there?"

"Because I put it there." Harley glanced over at the pile of bottles. "When I was waiting for you to show up, I decided to move my stash here, since ya know, it's more protected."

"And… why do you have a stash?" he laughed.

She looked at him and grinned. "It's the most sought after commodity in all of Uptown. Do you have any idea what you can get for a bottle 'a liquor? That's how I got my revolver. Exchanged it for a bottle of Jack Daniels. Of course Mistah J killed the guy who gave it to me because he was hiding a weapon, but that's not the point."

"Of course. Why not?" Dick muttered, hesitating. "I could go for a drink."

"What are you gonna trade me for it?" she taunted.

"What kind of guy do you take me for?" he gasped dramatically, still smiling as he looked at her over the top of her magazine; she put it down.

"You can't get something for nothing." She smirked. "You hafta have something you can exchange for a drink."

"I have… um… money," he suggested thoughtfully, trying not to smile. He wasn't very good at it.

"And what am I gonna spend money on in Arkham?" She raised her eyebrow as she pursed her lips to try and keep a straight face.

"More booze?" he said lamely.

"Ha ha." She sat up a little. "The only thing a dollar is good for anymore is kindling and you know it. Looks like you're staying sober." She laid back down.

"Maybe I could pay a different way," he half joked, leaning closer to her. Dick's gloved hand came up and caught under her chin, making her look at him gently as he smiled. His eyes were hidden behind his mask. His lip catching between his teeth. Dick exhaled softly.

"Oh please," Harley laughed. "Why would I pay you for something I'm already gonna get?"

"Well I could just go to sleep. I haven't had proper rest in a few days, you know," he smirked, leaning away from her. The air had been warmer where he'd been, close enough for her to feel his heat, and now it was gone. Dick sat up. "I might have to, now." Harley watched him with an amused smile. She leaned up, her lips grazing his.

"I like how you think you can play this game better than me," she whispered before getting up. She walked over the the pile and pulled out a bottle of wine. "I think I'll take a shower then if you're going to sleep." She shrugged her jacket off. "Do you think this place has hot water?" She smirked as she headed over to the bathroom door. "Or will I need to find another way to keep warm?"

"I don't know, why don't you test that hot water theory?" he laughed. "If it's cold I'll come keep you warm." Dick stood, kicking his boots off and dropping his gloves on the nightstand before removing his shirt and falling back onto the bed. He sighed as he settled into the comforter.

"Don't be sneaking any of my alcohol!" she called, and he heard the water start running. Dick took his mask off and turned his head, smiling as he watched her reflection in the shower on the mirrored wall along the opposite side of the bathroom. One panel of the glass was still broken from when Harley had thrown him against it. Laying on his stomach, Dick closed his eyes and tucked his arms underneath the pillow. It smelled like her.

When Harley got out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and wandered back into the bedroom. She saw Dick with his eyes closed and smiled. She went into the kitchen to find a bottle opener to open her wine. After a bit of searching, she found one, and pried the cork out. She carried the bottle back into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

"So are you sleeping or what?" Dick's breathing was shallow and even, his muscular back rising and falling with the action. He'd clearly dozed off, and he snored quietly into the pillow. His face seemed almost naked without the mask. Exposed. He looked incredibly calm. Harley rolled her eyes and took a swig from the bottle of wine as she got up again. She went over to the balcony door and opened it to get a slight breeze. It felt good on her still damp skin as she looked out at the water.

"Harley?" Dick mumbled quietly, but didn't move from the bed, still asleep. His muscles tightened a bit and he relaxed again, and when she looked over her shoulder she could see him tossing a bit as he slept. Harley stared at him. She walked over to the bed and put the wine on the end table, leaning over to smooth his hair.

"Don't do it you big idiot," she warned in a whisper.

His brow furrowed and he seemed to calm at her touch, but he still looked troubled. His breathing spiked and he suddenly jerked awake, catching her hand by his head as he took a deep, shuddering breath, looking up at her confusedly. "Harley? I fell asleep, didn't I?"

"Nah, ya danced the salsa," she grinned. Dick laughed a bit, releasing her hand. He rubbed his face tiredly.

"Sorry. I see you broke into your stash yourself," he chuckled, glancing at the wine bottle on the nightstand. He took another shuddering breath, calming himself after his dreaming.

"Did I need your approval?" She grinned as she picked the wine bottle back up and took another drink.

"I don't think you need anything from me," he pointed out. When she took the bottle away from her mouth his lips were immediately on hers, tasting the wine on her lips as he kissed her. Harley blinked in surprise. She gasped and leaned back.

"Jeepers. Where did that come from?"

Dick chuckled. "What can I say, you're intoxicating," he laughed, kissing her again, seeming to take the breath right out of her lungs as he did. Meeting every couple of days wasn't enough to get enough of this. Harley couldn't help pulling him closer. Dick moaned into her mouth and his fingers tangled in her damp hair as he kissed her hard. "You know if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you couldn't beer the thought of not seeing me every few days." He bit her lip, grinning. "But it's not like it's time wasted." Harley smiled and set the bottle on the table before hooking her leg around him to roll them over.

"Stop wine-ing," she murmured, kissing along his neck as she pinned him down. "You're ruining my good spirits."

"Well I'd hate for you to sober up," Dick laughed, closing his eyes. His breathing came faster, her lips on his skin sending chills down his spine. She grinned, her hands running teasingly down his chest.

"I know. In that case, my only advice would be for you to rum." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "But until then, I'm living the high life."

"Sounds like you've got a pretty good handle on things," Dick breathed, turning his head so that their lips met. Harley could feel him grinning into the kiss, one hand tangled in her hair at the back of her head.

"I don't know if that's true," she mused. She leaned back and smiled at him. "But I'll give it a shot." She kissed him hard. Her hands pulled at his belt, her legs on either side of his hips. Dick moaned, holding her face as he kissed her passionately. He was breathing hard, and still grinning like a fool against her lips as he kissed her again.

"I'll bet you're a lot nicer to wake up with than a hangover," he breathed, catching her bottom lip in his teeth before kissing her.

"I doubt that," Harley laughed. "I tend to leave a bad aftertaste." She kissed down his neck. "Shouldn't be accountable for my own decisions." She kissed along his chest. "Reckless." She smirked up at him as she kissed lower. "Poor judgement." She kissed along the top of his belt. "That sort of thing." Dick bit down on his lip as he laughed. His muscles were tense and he longed for her kiss on his lips again, his breathing fast and ragged.

"I'd say it's too late; I'm already drunk on you," he moaned the words, his abs tightening under her kiss. "There's no way I'm getting out of this scotch free, and when I see a girl I like, I chaser. I can't let someone as good as you go that easily." He laughed at his own words.

"I'm feeling a little buzzed. Maybe I should blow a breathalyzer." She laid her head down on his abs as she giggled. She grinned up at him. "These jokes have been just a pint sized amount of fun. In fact, I couldn't imagine a lager amount. But how long can ya keep this up?" She smirked.

"Get me drunk, and I can do this all night," he challenged, raising an eyebrow as he laughed. Don't do it.

"See, I knew you just liked me for my goods." She grinned.

"Well if you've got 'em..." Dick laughed, reaching for the bottle of wine on the nightstand and taking a swig. It tasted bittersweet, and was better than anything he'd had in a year. "That is… really good," he breathed, taking another drink; he laughed and mopped his hand over the back of his mouth. Don't get drunk. Dick's other hand cupped Harley's face and he guided her up to his lips again, kissing her slowly. If you get drunk, you'll get stupid. You'll end up telling her what she can't know, he thought as his lips moved against hers. She could taste the wine on his tongue and smell the sharp scent of his aftershave lingering on his face. She couldn't decide which was better, but it was nearly incapacitating, making her dizzy. "And I thought the wine tasted good," Dick breathed, licking her lips before biting the bottom one gently. Harley grabbed his face and kissed him before teasingly pulling her lips away.

"Who said you could have some 'a my wine?" She kissed him again before moving her lips just out of his reach.

"Nobody," he grinned. "I took it. Like the bad guy," Dick bit his lip. "But a very polite bad guy, may I please have some more?" he smiled up at her, laughing.

"Of what?" she taunted.

"Of your sweet kiss, Juliet," he whispered, grinning broader. "If I have tequila hundred men to get it, then I will," Dick laughed.

"Well, since you answered my quest-gin, and to keep you a polite bad guy." She chuckled as she kissed him, her hands sliding into his hair. Dick wrapped his arms around her, her towel falling away and one of his hands sliding down her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the half empty bottle of wine clutched in her hand.