“In that case, I’ll let you take the wheel.” Thea chuckled, leaning back against her seat. “I’m not on the friendliest terms with too many people here either, so I feel you.”
Most of the time, letting Harley ‘take the wheel’ resulted in her being the getaway driver from heists, developing from high-speed car chases with the GCPD and ending with being taken out by the Batmobile. But tonight, there was no reason for any undue attention, and the car arrived at the Iceberg Lounge without incident.
Outside the club, banners were proclaiming some sort of event and Harley couldn’t help grinning as she saw a few other club-goers entering, all wearing various party masks.
“Oh Ozzie, you sly dog. Maybe I’m don’t have to call in that favour after all,” she turned to Thea with a sly smile, “How do ya feel about a little masquerade?”