Way too .

...but he very calmly pushed her off.

'Way too ****,' he thought. Tam was a good fuck, better than her mother for sure, but not THAT much better. If Cassandra was his favourite, Vicki was his side piece, and Tanya was a paid fuck, then Tam was probably something of a last resort.

He encountered familiar faces. Dr. Thompkins, identifiable through her short brown hair and golden hoop earrings, garbed in a black flare dress. She approached him with a skip in her step and shamelessly glanced at his crotch.

"You look well, Mr. Aaron Reigner," Dr. Thompkins said, smiling knowingly. "Eyeing out competitors, I assume?"

Aaron stiffened. "No."

"Good." Dr. Thompkins laughed and dragged some poor woman towards him. "This is my daughter, Jada. You wouldn't believe it but she's almost thirty-one and a doctor. She's been running my clinic for the past year now. She's an incredible woman."

Jada looked embarrassed. With chin-length brown hair and piercing grey-blue eyes complimented by a navy blue slip dress, she wasn't the most voluptuous or prettiest of the ladies here. But she was authentic and ordinary and clearly a hard-worker judging by the covered-up marks on her arms.

"Ignore my mom," Jada said, brushing her aside. "You're Aaron, right? My mom won't stop talking about you."

Aaron didn't know what to say. "Thanks?"

"We live on Crime Alley," Dr. Thompkins interjected. "Come visit me or her or us any time."

"Sure…"

"Ahem." Jada cleared her throat, showing her embarrassment much more than him. "It seems as though Gotham has been wild the past few weeks–what, with the attack and all."

"Agreed," Aaron replied.

"Harley and Ivy usually aren't like this," Jada said. "I mean, Harley was a part of the Justice League at one point."

Aaron blinked twice. "She was?"

Jada bobbed her head up and down. "It was a rumour and a brief tenure but I'm certain it was verified by reputable sources."

"She's not all bad, you know," Dr. Thompkins interjected, strangely firm. "She has her problems but she's a girl trying her best to improve."

Aaron tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "You sound like you know her, doctor."

"I do." Dr. Thompkins smiled to herself, the edges of her eyes crinkling. "I did. Once, a long time ago, she was a patient I treated. I listened to her struggles." She met his gaze with hardened optimism. "I treat everyone, see. I listen to everyone. That's the kind of clinic we Thompkins run. It's a place where everyone regardless of status can heal, even someone like Harley Quinn."

"Huh." Aaron glanced between her and the chandeliers, imagining the psycho clown woman as a superhero. "Interesting."

Dr. Thompkins' light brown eyes twinkled. "About as interesting as you coming to visit, hoho~"

Thank god their conversation wasn't longer than five minutes; he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle the fifty-six year old woman's lecherous eyes. Jada was nice but he wasn't particularly intrigued by her. She was a normal woman with a normal body and personality. His type was less…bland.

Sid Bunderslaw, the Director of Physical Operations, was present as well. Seeing the man outside of his sex tapes, outside of fucking Vicki Vale, was awkward. He was a reserved man with a business-like aura around him. The party was a rendezvous for him to catch up with his business friends. There was no need to interact with him since Aaron wasn't one of those friends.

'Oh.' Aaron stopped, a tad nervous. He might not have had to interact with Sid but there was someone much worse and much richer than him. 'It's her...'