Tim Drake (aka Robin)

Harley watch them by getting a date with one of the cops there. She was in disguise. It was easy to get a date while in disguise. She died her hair red and was still in pigtails. Once in the bathroom she took out the cop she was with. She had a couple of henchmen outside to prepare for a distraction. They could keep what ever money and jewel they would find. She had her eye on the bigger prize

Tim Drake was in the corner eating some cake and brooding a little bit. 'Just like Batman.' she thought .

"Care for a dance, young man?" Harly smiled, showing off some clevage.

The boy eyes nearly popped out of his head. He had a wonderull smile. Very charming...Just like Mr. Wayne.

"Be glad to"

They dance with each other

"You have some very wonderfull moves" She said

"Yeah, I had some practice. Thanks to Bruce" Tim said "He hired a dance instructer"

"It shows...Hey! Are you looking at my clevage? Would have thought that manner school would of taught you better!" She said, playfully.

He blushed,"Sorry my bad."

"It ok..just eye up, sport!"

"Ohh and I never went to manner school. Grew up near Crime Alley"

"mmmm, a street kid..how dangerous" Harley smiled using her year of psychology at work.

"Heh no..I'm one of the good guys"

Suddenly gas shot through the window... causing people to go into laughter.

"Got to get help" Tim said

"No you don't" Harley said stabbing him with a little needle that had sleeping syrum in it. She put on a mini gas mask and drapped Tim over her shoulder. Her henchmen came in. She spotted Bruce running downstair. Leaving his ward..'what a coward,' Harley thought.

Moments later, Batman dropped it...'How he get here so fat. No bother.' She thought. She was all ready on her way out. Her henchmen would distract him.

She escaped into the night.