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[cupidofcrime]

This place wasn't so bad. Not when you got past the whackos who insisted they were from other planets, that there were dinosaurs and suff, and sure...that mass hallucination thing the other weekend had been a trip, but it wasn't nothin' she hadn't seen from just gettin' her head knocked in a few times by Mistah J

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[needsarobin]

He stopped and stared, seeing in the gymnastics a familiar fluidity. He wasn't Cass, to know someone in a half move and see their hearts with it. But he didn't need to read people that well to know the blonde. He could have IDed her at a quarter mile in the middle of the night.

When she came to a relative pause, he started to clap, slow and sardonic. "Fancy meeting you here."

[cupidofcrime]

"Holy cow!" Harley beamed, clasping her hands under her chin. "Fancy schmancy...don'tcha got nothin' bettah to do than follow a poor girl?"

It took that long, and then her eyes narrowed and she leaned toward him, checking him out.

"You ain't the Boy Wondork...who are you?"

[needsarobin]

"Your jokes are usually better than that, Harley." Robin didn't frown, didn't smile, just gave her the typical expression of a Bat facing this particular criminal, kind of bored and tolerant.

"How long have you been here?"

[cupidofcrime]

"Not long enough for you to grow that much, cutie. See, I ain't as dumb as people think. You wanna play Robin, you go right ahead, but you got the suit wrong. And the hair."

Her eyes dropped a little and she smirked.

"Nice package, though. Sure wasn't wrapped like that in Gotham," she giggled.