Robinson Park had greatly improved since the glory days of crackwhores and serial rapists. At least in this one corner of the city, Poison Ivy had left something worthwhile in her wake, with no harm done to the human beings left behind. The place was as beautiful as the city planners had hoped, and was the most popular gathering place in Gotham, ironically enough. Few of the citizens even realized just what it was that had rendered this place so perfect for their needs.

Early March wasn't the smartest time for watching a movie on a giant outdoor screen, especially when most of the viewers were so scantily clad as to be nearly naked. Most everyone was cuddled together under the blankets, shivering and happy. The Captain and her leather-clad boy toy were snuggling happily down closer to the screen. Al and Techie were squeezed up against Edward's sides, all three of them wrapped up in a moth-eaten plaid affair that he wouldn't want a dog to die on. And Jonathan Crane was off by himself, boring holes in the back of the Captain's head, since no one else was taking this seriously.

"Look, there in the top hat!" Techie exclaimed. "It's Harley Quinn!"

"And Ivy's with her. Nice pajamas," Al said brightly.

Loverboy nuzzled the Captain's neck. Laughing, she pushed him away.

"Is that Gordon's daughter in the wheelchair?" asked Edward.

"She makes a heck of a Dr. Scott, doesn't she."

"Is that Bruce Wayne with her?"

"Nice legs," Al said in that same perky tone. Crane refused to look.

"She wouldn't be with Wayne," Edward explained. "It's his son, the boy dressed as Riffraff. I've seen them drag him out before, trying to turn him into an interesting human being. Nice kids."

"Did it work?" Techie asked.

"What, the interesting part, or the human being part?"

"Oh, my God—is that his date? The blonde?"

"The one dressed as Rocky?"

"What kind of society girl could be so tasteless?"

"Eddie, stop staring."

The Captain and her boyfriend fell back against their blanket as the lights went down and the screen came to life. She pushed him away and tried to sit up. He pulled her back down.

"Look at her panties. They're so shiny."

He glanced at his companions, all three of whom were staring at something farther up the hill. He refused to look at the spectacle that had captured their attention.

And that was before he knew who "Rocky" was.

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By the end of the movie, Al had spotted six more celebrities in the crowd, and pegged Bruce Wayne in the back of the head with a piece of buttered toast. And she hadn't even gotten arrested for it.

Techie and Eddie had followed the lead of most everyone around them and disappeared under the blanket near the end of the movie. Al had shivered and looked pointedly at Jonathan's blanket until he offered to share it, though he still kept as much distance between them as he could without letting the cold air in—which wasn't much, really. She could have pulled off the yawn/reach-around maneuver if she had really wanted to.

"How did you like the movie?" she whispered in his ear as the credits began to roll.

"Was I supposed to be watching it?"

"Oh, come on, Squishy." She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled as she hadn't quite dared to do during the film. He pushed her away.

"It's exactly the kind of movie I would expect you to like. Stop touching me."

"Yes, dear." She let her head rest on his shoulder. "Do you see Black Canary down there?"

"No. I don't."

"Why are you such a stick in the mud?" she teased.

"Just lucky, I guess." He pushed her away again.

"Hey, now. Don't draw attention to yourself, Squishums." He growled at her as she cuddled up against him again. She, of course, made the most of the opportunity while she still could.

"Will you please get off me?"

"We have to make a good show of it." Cuddle, cuddle. "By the way, do you like dancing?"

That didn't quite arouse his suspicions; he was busy trying to get a better look at the Captain.

"I suppose."

"Good," she said smugly.

That caught his attention.

"Why?"

She gave him her best innocent look, even though she knew he wouldn't by it.

"The movie's over, but the night is young. I think just about everyone is going to Il Inferno after this."

"Il Inferno?" he repeated. "Are you referring to Hell, or the dance club?"

She smiled.

"Can't it be both?"

"I hate you."