corruptive-beauty:

Another step and he were in front of her, closer than before; From her shoulder now to her wrist, the adventurous hand continued a digit down her pale skin, here he smoothly transitioned a small touch into having a hold of her fingers as any such gentleman greeting a lady would.

“Gotham, it certainly sounds..classic.”

Pressing a soft kiss atop those fingers, unlike her his eyes were locked on hers, perhaps even prying, just to get a closer look of whats inside. Afterwards he spoke, but kept her hand.

“Though I don’t think I’ve heard of it, you’ll have to promise to show me around one day.”

His thumb caressed her knuckle as he stared down at her, as light a touch it may feel, he had quite the grip.

“…bat problem? It isn’t so strange for a girl as yourself to find the mammal to be a bit eerie, yet you said when he’s around - as in him.. is it a man that troubles you?”

The harlequin’s eyes followed the slow path of
finger over her skin, resisting the ingrain want
to tear away because sweet things often became
not so kind. An occupational hazard, most would
say, being close to a madman. At his words blue
eyes are drawn upward, a nervous smile gracing
her lips.

❝Y-yeah well… ain’t the classiest place around.❞
The gentle kiss a top knuckles has pink twinged
cheeks turning full on red and her eyes cast down.
The lingering touch didn’t go unnoticed but she
didn’t mind, a nice comfort.

❝I guess I could show yah around… Assuming Bats
for brains ain’t around to rain all over my parade.
Goes around roughin’ us up, just for tryin’ to make
an living.❞ Harley sighed, fingers flexing in his grip,
gentle enough for her to over look the firmness of
his hold.

❝Yah got a name, puddin’? Unless yah don’t mind th’
nickname…❞