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( a smile curls across her lips as they finally go a touch faster, a little ' woo .ᐟ ' sounding from her. finally. any longer like that, and she'd consider hopping off and running her way there instead. then the question earns a thoughtful hum, lips pursing .. )
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( he doesn’t say anything to that. he waits for her to situate herself behind him — waiting for her to sit still and poke-free — as they drive onto the highway. it’s late, not many cars out. so all the whining and groaning for speed is finally satisfied: his bike emits a loud
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does there gotta be a real reason ? maybe i was just a little bored .ᐟ ( she tries to make herself perfectly audible over the surrounding sounds, it's not too difficult. ) i mean, it worked though, huh ?! got myself some attention before i even started doin'
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jeez, pull that stick from outta your ass .ᐟ so grumpy .. ( but she ceases the poking. she doesn't put it past the hero to simply boot her off the back of the bike and have her landing on her tush. ) fine. i'll be on my best behaviour 'til we get there. scouts honor !
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( not to be one to shy away from attention, she'll send little waves, blow kisses, even if they're really not all bog fans of her. all publicly is good publicity — she thinks she heard that somewhere. she groans dramatically at his next .. valid .. complaint, )
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not really my problem.
( he takes his time, making his way past a busy street filled with civilians. onlookers, who definitely gawk at robin with … harley quinn. it’ll be a field day tomorrow with the daily planet. he somehow still entertains her, and it’s unintentional. his