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…❞
Courageous…or naive, either way he were very much drawn to the woman for more than just her charm. What it was exactly, Hyde felt compelled to figure out; However normally when one approached another it wasn’t meant to make said person of interest feel as if they were the center of some ritual.
“Illegal, you say?”
Slowly, he had already begun to circle around her, a lone finger traveled from shoulder to shoulder as he made his way to her opposite side.
“..well, I was never one for the so called ‘justice system’ so lawfulness means naught to me. I abide by my own code in a sense..but do tell me - where are you from?”
Harley found herself looking everywhere but at the stranger as he come closer, circling around her. The finger drawn across shoulders as her rolling them under his touch, back arched slightly in response.
❝I-I’m from Gotham… got a real bat pr-problem, yah see… ain’t to much fun when he’s around….❞ The harlequin silent cursed herself for warm cheeks and quickening heart beat, vaugely wondering what Mistah J would have to say about any of this.
❝Ain’t never seen you around the cesspool, though.❞
