Tell her the truth

Sighing, you pull away from the sink, standing in front of Dinah.

“Do you really want the truth?” You ask, holding your elbow, crossing your other arm under your chest, propping up your breasts.

“Yes, I can’t give you what you need without either of us knowing what you need.” she says, eyeing you up.

“I’m not Harley.” You say, slightly embarrassed by the delivery.

Dinah laughs “oh! I thought you were on ****, but I guess that makes total sense too!” She says.

“She lost or hid something that Sionis wants, but won’t say where, so now I was sent to possess her. Now my job is remembering where it is, only problem is that I can’t, so now I’m trying to find place that can help me remember!” You say.

Dinah stops laughing, “you serious? Listen Harley, I don’t know what you get from trying to make me look like a fool, but I’m not budging.” She says, leaning against the wall, trying keep her skin off the public bathroom as much as possible.

Frustrated you take off Dinahs blazer, and toss it to her. She catches it, asking “what the hell are you doing?” Pulling your shirt off, you say, “would Harley do this?” You grope your breasts, trying to hide your inexperienced reactions, finding it easier this time. Dinah looks up at your eyes, trying to avoid Harley’s breasts, “ya, you would, there’s not much you wouldn’t do actually, cause the last time people thought you couldn’t do something, you broke up with the joker!” She yells.

Hearing that last part you begin to remember again, remembering how she was devastated, hiding at some restaurant. You also remember a certain four legged animal. “Bruce!” You exclaim. Before a look of horror appears on your face “Bruce... she bought a hyena?!” You yell, the reaction surprising Dinah. “You did?” She asks, “why?”

You stop with your breasts, tossing your shirt over your shoulder. “She just did, I should probably go cause I might remember, but... I don’t wanna get eaten by a hyena.”

“Ya, I ain’t driving to that.” Dinah says. As she speaks, you notice her secretly eyeing your tits. “Well, Dinah, I still need to remember. If you still don’t believe me, I at least need to remember anything about that diamond.” You say.

Dinah sighs, “fine Harley, I can probably take you to back the Ace Chemicals plant, I bet we can get by the cops there.” She says.

“Great, let’s go.” You say, heading for the door. Dinah grabs your arm as you pass her, and pokes one of your nipples, “aren’t you forgetting something?” She asks. You look back up at her, “no?” She points at your shirt still on your shoulder, “your shirt.”