As you and Harley across the glossy wooden floor, looking into each other's eyes and not focusing on anyone else in the rink, snatching the spotlight from any other families/couples on the floor… her bangs colored bangs waving with the speed, her pale white skin shining under the soft glow of led lights, and those soft eyes that always make you think she can do no wrong… even though she can, and has…

This date isn't really her type, yeah… she could skate well, but she really would rather be blowing up something, or doing something more… thrilling, but she respected the things that made you happy… because you made her happy…

As you both skated competitively, yet together, flipping each other around, thinking nothing can take this night away from you both, you knew it was only a matter of time before the Gotham police found out that she had escaped, and track her down… or 'Batsy’ got to her first… but you bury that thought in the back of your mind, wanting to enjoy the time you both have in each other's arms…