@officerrobinjohnblake from here
There was a brief flick of blue eyes towards the sky - what was it with Gotham? It seemed like if it wasn’t raining, it was snowing. Thick, fat flakes starting to descend from clouds that promised so much more to come. Watching a few flakes wend their was down to the ground - catching the light from a street lamp - glittering at they went, Harleen had paused by the alleyway John was currently walking down.
His voice called her from the trance of mother nature, a few rapid blinks and she was glancing about for the source of noise. A sick feeling swooped into her stomach - standing at the mouth of an alleyway, in the dark... It was not very cautious, was it? And now - a man was calling to her...
‘I’m.. I’m not gonna hurt you,’ She almost snorted derisively. It wasn’t a statement that instilled confidence - and as he drew closer - shirtless and beaten - his appearance didn’t help. She almost ran - he wasn't shivering, despite his state of undress - probably on drugs, she reasoned - dangerous, and, as she floundered and let him get nearer, certainly bigger than she was.
Yes, she reaffirmed setting her mind on fleeing without a backwards glance, he was clearly trouble... Or in big trouble himself. She faltered, looking back to him. She bit her cheek - this, this is how she would die apparently. She drew closer to the alley, without actually entering.
“What... What happened to you?” She asked, carefully.
