Gotham Central Holidays

[redhood]

Clark was walking around the light up Robinson park as Christmas related things were up from lights to the huge tree in the center with everything on it. He had his hands in his pocket acting like to keep them warm from the cold weather. Noticing kids playing with snow. Throwing snowballs as a snowball fights or building igloos. A snowman as well. Clark laughed at the kids as he joined in on the fun with them.

On purpose lacking his throw snowball at the kids and letting them hit him every time. Once he finished on that, he even took the time to help some kids build they're own snowman even snow angels. Seeing so much joy from kids made Clark felt good inside. He walked to the adults where they were as mostly were by the tree talking with some type of hot or warm drink in they're hands.

Clark saw some exchanged presents as his face lighten up. "I still need to get Lois a gift. I been enjoying my stay here in Gotham, I almost complete forgot about Metropolis. As Clark had that in mind, he thought the next day he would fly over and drop a present off to her. He hear other people singing Christmas songs. Clark was getting quite a bit of compliments on his scarf he was wearing even though saying his thanks, he just thought it was right for this time of year.

He sat down on a bench watching everyone doing they're own things. "I wonder if Bruce or Kon-Ei would be attending to this. Especially Bruce, he know gatherings were his cup of tea you would say. He taken off his glasses and cleared them before putting back on as the fog covered up the lens. Clark moved his hand out and saw snow coming down on it. He looked up to see it was snowing as the crowd of people were cheering about it. He give a warm smiled.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Not too far from the group of gathered people around the base of the tree, a young man stood watching from a distance. His blue eyes swept over the sight of the park. The Christmas lights lite up almost every tree, lamp post, and railing around the park. Even most of the buildings surround the park had lights hung around their windows and doorways. Song and the sound of children's laughter filled the silents that would have normally been the average day at the park. But even with all this Christmas celebration, Dick Grayson just couldn't seem to shake himself from his somewhat gloomy mood.

What's Christmas supposed to be 'the most wonderful time of the year'? Dick just couldn't get himself to enjoy the activity around him. It seemed this year, he would be spending Christmas alone. Bruce was always too busy lately and most of his friends from college had left to go be with their families for the holidays. Dick tried not to look so down as he leaned up against a tree. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jeans as he tried to keep them warm. He wore an old hunter green hoodie underneath his unzipped black jacket, it seemed to keep him warm for now. Dick let his head rest against the tree, his navy blue beanie hat slid forward a bit with his motion. A bit of his shaggy black hair peeked out from underneath the cap, falling a bit into his face.

Every now and then Dick did manage to giving a half smile as some kids ran around starting more snowball fights around the park. He watched some couples walk around the park as they smiled and some wishing others a Merry Christmas as they passed each other. Dick wasn't much for joining in with the crowds of people near the Christmas tree. He just wanted to keep his distance and try to enjoy seeing other having a nice time. As it began to snow, Dick removed his hands from his pockets to zip up his jacket. He started to take a few steps away from the tree. His snow boots sank into the snow as he stepped away, leaving more tracks in the snow.

As he walked away, he saw a man sitting on one of the park benches not too far off from the crowd. With the glare of light on the snow, Dick tried to quint to see the man. The man sitting there clearing off his glasses looked oddly familiar. But Dick just couldn't seem to recognize him at the moment.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Even in a worn down city like Gotham the spirit of Christmas shined brightly. However, there were always those few people who just didn't seem to have any holiday cheer no matter how deeply you look. Pamela Isley walked with her hands cramped deeply into her pockets, a stylish scarf wrapped all the way up to her ears. Stupid, freezing snow, bane of all nearly all plants! And those few plants who managed to add a bit of their beauty even among the snow and ice found themselves ripped from the ground, covered in garish decorations and then tossed into a trash heap in January. Such a horrible waste!

Even the uncut trees that were simply decorated for the season received a frown. As if the festive lights did anything to enhance their natural beauty! But of course the cut trees were the worst; the bigger ones were decades old - all that time only to die now as a seasonal centerpiece. Not to mention the holly, the ivy, the poinsettias, the mistletoe... though of course the latter occasionally had it's uses.

And so the very attractive redhead made her way through the park with a most Grinch-like scowl, though the bulging bag slung over one arm indicated that she was no simple Scrooge to boycott the season entirely. 'Tis the season to suck up to all your acquaintances by giving them small tokens of esteem that are much more expensive than anything they were planning on giving you. And to make use of every tiny red and green dress she owned (all of which she looked amazing in) at all the holiday parties she was invited to this year.

[redhood]

Clark saw a boy walking around with a handful of newspapers during this time. "I wondered if the people are gonna stay here all night?" Clark really didn't know as he could understand it more if it was around New Year Eve's. Or maybe people are just coming in and go. Anyways, Clark waved his hand motioning to the Newspaper boy as he ruffled in his pocket to get a couple of change. As the boy smiled and approached Clark, he handed over one newspaper as Clark gives him his change over a dollar.

The boy was shocked and rattled the coins as he looked and counting his total. "Thank you." As Clark rub the child's head playful mood. Seeing him walking off serving others with newspapers who wanted the latest news information. His attention turned to others as they were people drinking eggnog under the nightlight. He laughed and shaked his head. "I see everyone is in the holiday mood."

"Good thing Santa is doing his job." Santa was going around talking to kids giving small gifts as well asking what they wanted. People even went far as donating some money that had to spare dropping it into a can for charity for the less fortunate ones. Clark could tell that this city was a heart and spirit. What was even better that no crimes were being committed nor reported.

It seemed like a bright day that he could enjoyed. Clark started to open his newspaper to read it with a smile smirking on his face wanting to now the good news. But, Clark had lifted his head up watching an boy nearby watching him. Clark stared at him a bit before waving a hand and shouting "Merry Christmas!" Clark see that the boy was dressed well for this weather with was. This was gonna be a white Christmas that for sure.

Clark spotted a woman with red hair holding a large bag with one arm. He wanted to read the newspaper as he got it earlier but, thought she might need help carrying her gifts for whoever. Clark was in the holiday mood so why help her? He rap up his newspaper and put it under his arm for the time being as he got up from the bench walking over to her. "Excuse me miss, I saw that large bag you were holding. I thought to ask if you need help holding it?" He said giving off a smile. "She's helping Santa out I bet. What a nice way on volunteering helping out the community like that.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Dick was a bit surprised at first when the man looked up at him, then waved and shouted 'Merry Christmas' to him. So in return, Dick waved slightly and said, "Merry Christmas."

Dick wasn't too sure he had said it loud enough for the man to hear him. After the man had shouted to him, Dick thought he recognized the voice. He only wished he could remember who that man was. Dick decided to try and carry on walking through the park. He practically trudged through the snow as he tried to keep his pace slow. It bugged him even more now that he was trying to put the voice and the face of the man to someone he had met before. Perhaps it was someone he had bumped into on the street or even when attending one of Bruce's social get-togethers.

As he walked, he turned away a bit still keeping an eye on the man as he walked. He didn't want to look like he was spying on the guy...He just wanted to try and figure out who he was. Dick knew it would drive him crazy if he didn't. He saw the man get up and walk over to try and help some red haired woman carrying a large bag.

Dick continued to reel through his thoughts and memories for any familiar voices or faces to the man that he had just seen. Thinking off anyone he knew that wore glasses and seemed so helpful as well. He looked up to the sky for a moment and watched the snowflakes fall. Then he stopped and closed his eyes for a second. Just then, it came to him who the man might be. There was only one person he seemed to remember that wore glasses like that and that voice was hard to forget. It had to be Clark Kent! Dick remember meeting him a few time with Bruce. And of course the few times when they work with Superman. Gees, it had been quite some time since Dick had even seen Clark Kent. Batman didn't usually seem to like Robin joining in on trying to help when it came to the bigger missions working with the super heroes. Dick knew it was because as Batman and Robin, Batman was afraid Robin wouldn't be able to keep up with the Batman and the supers.

Dick turned and decided he would try and catch Clark Kent if he could. Besides, it was almost Christmas and it wouldn't hurt to maybe catch up a bit. Come to think of it, Clark Kent might not even recognize him as well. It must have been a few years since they had last seen each other. And wearing all that winter gear probably didn't help. Dick started off in the direction of Clark, he kept his distance seeing as Clark seemed to be try to help someone out at the moment.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

The thing about living with extreme paranoia is that one can see danger in the most harmless of circumstances. And Pamela Isley has extreme paranoia, especially when it comes to men. The reason for it is, of course, a long and tragic story, but sufficeth to say she's not inclined to trust men offering to take her bag. Especially not a stranger, and especially not in Gotham. In fact, the way she turns to move the bag further away from him, narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, grabs the strap to hold it more securely with one hand, and subtly slips her other hand just inside it to get hold of her can of pepper spray indicates that she suspects that he may be trying to steal it. Nevermind that he doesn't look poor, desperate, or any of the other things that tend to indicate a criminal, but for Pamela it's always better to be safe than sorry.

Fortunately, that's as far as her over-defensiveness goes. He may, after all, be a very remote acquaintance that she doesn't quite remember. Or he could be hoping to become one of them - pretty women don't get ignored, after all. Or if he had been intending to steal her bag, now that he's stepped within range of the pheromones that follow her around like an invisible aura and encourage the unwary to relax, forget about whatever else they were doing, and listen to the fascinating woman in front of them, perhaps he'll be too distracted to actually try. So with all this room for the benefit of the doubt she's not too worried, though secretly holding the can of pepper spray does make her feel better. Given that she's utterly convinced that all men are lying, despicable people, the idea that he may genuinely want to help her carry her bag is a completely foreign concept to her.

"Do I know you?" she asks politely, but with enough suspicion in her eyes to hint that she's unsure about him. It's fortunate that the young man keeps his distance - she'd have a very different take on the situation if he's just so happened to come over right when the other man offered to 'help' her with her bag.

[redhood]

The snow seem like it was coming down lightly but was getting some inches as it hit the ground. Clark was waiting from an answer from the woman he asked to help her with. Not seem to bring down his cheerful mood especially toward end of the year. Who know when Clark will be happy like this? Except of other holidays or even important days like Veterans day,Martin Luther King, President's day, Fourth of July and so on. Clark mood would always be normal with some happiness in him.

The reason was of cleaning up crime that made him feel that way. But he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved this planet that was called earth. One person thought could make his day better was Lois. He always enjoyed her company around. As soon was was near the woman with red hair with her bag, he started to feel more comfortable around her. "I...came by to ask you if you need help with bag." He couldn't think well as he got this only sentence out. As he forgot to tell her that he thought she was part of the an elf or Santa's helper.


The Song Jingle bells played among the crowd of people while kids run around with little bells ringing with the song. Clark shakes his head a bit as they distracted him making his thinking more clearer. "Oh I'm Clark Kent by the way." He started to remember about his wrapped up newspaper under his arm that he wanted to read so badly as he mentioned her his name when she asked. If he wasn't doing his job as an reporter for the Daily Planet where he get the latest news, he would then like a newspaper to keep up with the day.

Even thought the song was continuing, Clark start to forget about his newspaper as he still stood there by the woman. He did indeed once again felt more calmed. The cold didn't bothered him too much as he was affected by her pheromones. Even though it seemed she didn't like him being there he was still staying. Clark could feel the air around him was different earlier but doesn't noticed now. His willpower was trying it's best to focus but it seemed it was hard to. Still having showing a friendly look on his face as if he was just pleased being near her just as Lois.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Dick could see that the woman seemed to be a little tense for some reason. She seemed to be trying to protect the bag she was carrying. Dick didn't blame her all that much. Gotham wasn't exactly well known for people coming up to others on the street to help out. In Gotham, it went more like a trap is waiting around every corner.

Though with the holiday season, the people of Gotham try to forget about the worries over the everyday crime. It did often get annoying having to always keep your guard up for that kind of stuff. Dick knew first hand, he was always staying alter. The criminals in Gotham never rested, and he often felt that he never did either.

Dick watched the woman for a bit, she definitely seemed on edge by the way she was acting. She must have gone through some sort of situation that scarred her. He noticed that she was reaching for something hidden, no doubt mostly likely pepper-spray. Dick was a bit hesitant as to whether or not to approach the two so soon. He thought it would be rude to just but in, especially if the two started a full conversation rather than the two playing on the defensive side. Well, more the woman rather than Clark.

Well, Dick was one to think it would be rude to interrupt, here he was practically follow these two now. He just didn't want to lose Clark if he decided to join the crowd. Dick didn't know when he would next get the chance to catch Clark. One minute Clark can be in Gotham and the next he could be on the west coast, or even in another country. He still tried his best to keep in the background and try not to be noticed by the two. But he felt like he wasn't doing all that good of a job since it was daylight and he was really waiting to get the chance to maybe chat with Clark Kent.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

It takes Pamela a long time to decide what to make of this self-proclaimed helpful gentleman. Her eye narrow again just slightly as he repeats his offer. Help her - yeah right. As if a man would offer to help her with no ulterior motive. And as if she actually wanted or needed it! But she does notice the disoriented expression on his face and smiles; he must be in an especially carefree mood to be so easily manipulated by her pheromones. She's seen them be completely ineffective when someone has their mind firmly elsewhere. Of course, she's attractive enough, pheromones aside, that it must be hard for a man to keep his thoughts firmly elsewhere while she's around. But that's men for you: so dangerous and yet so easy to control sometimes. She relaxes visibly and even removes her hand from her bag - as long as he's under her influence he's harmless.

When he gives his name she quickly tries to remember if she's heard it before... Clark Kent, Clark Kent. Nope, not anyone she can remember, which means that he's probably nobody all that important. Still, always better to be polite: "Pleased to meet you Mr. Kent," she responds promptly with a smile, "And thank you for your kindness, but this bag isn't nearly as heavy as it looks." Which is quite true - the small, valuable, but impersonal gifts she tends to distribute to her acquaintances tend to be 99% packaging and 1% actual object. Which is yet another example of how terribly wasteful this holiday is - burns her up on the inside. But what else can she give to those who she wants to impress without implying that she has any real feelings for them? Oh, but she's already taking steps to fix the system; she just has to wait for the seeds she's planted to grow. Literally, in a few cases.

Now that she's more relaxed and doesn't have all of her attention on Mr. Kent, Pamela notices the young man watching them out of the corner of her eye and frowns slightly for a split second before the smile returns and she asks, "Is that a friend of yours?"

[redhood]

Clark feels like his heart was beating with happiness as he was talking to her. It didn't seem alot of people were around where they were as he and her were in "They're own spot as others were celebrating christmas. Clark was viewful of his surroundings and others but, he didn't pay no attention to that or the people as his full attention was on the woman he was with at the time being. As his eyes went no where on laying on her.

He thought she was cute looking including that he thought she had an nice body on her for her figure. She smelled pretty and had beautiful red hair with emerald green eyes. She had a lovely voice too. Of course Clark was still smiling at her. He grabbed her bag which feel light just as she said when he lifted it over one of his shoulders. It seemed that her pheromones was doing a job on Clark as it was hard to fight it as he felt in his own world.

Clark would take the time to look a different direction but, his mind was all on her as he had butterflies in his stomach just from being within her presences. It was like he was putty in her hands you can say. He couldn't fight back of what was affecting him as he didn't realized it. He know it could be bad news if she knew who he really was besides being Clark. If she knew that he was Superman, things could turn upside down. Lucky enough, that he was really clothed tight today or his blue suit could of been easy to see on his chest with the Big red diamond s.

As he hold the bag for her generously, as his eyes looked like he was on cloud nine. When she asked him about a certain person being his friend, he responded soon as possible as he turned to take a chance and look for himself. "No...I saw him earlier walking around..." As he looked at the man with a straight face as he turned around back to her showing her that she had his attention. Clark felt helpless. He would be lucky if someone snapped him out of it but, it doesn't seem like that would happen anytime soon especially keeping the woman some company.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Dick was trying to not make it look so noticeable that he was watching them, but he noticed the red haired woman had spotted him. Great. Way to go, he thought to himself. And he was Robin at night and Dick Grayson by day. Obviously being Robin had major advantages when working in the cover of night. Well, the woman had spotted him now. He was hoping she would just look that other way and not say anything. But by the way she was still looking at him while she was talking to Clark Kent again, he figured she had turned him in for his poor attempt to try and keep an eye out on the two.

Then he saw Clark turn to look in his direction again. He had no doubts that Clark said, that he wasn't anyone knew. Well, at least now he didn't have to actually try to look like he was just walking around minding his own business. It was obvious that he now had a bit of their attention. It seemed that they two could easily blow him off since Clark didn't seem to care all that much.

Dick decide he had spent enough time watching the two and now that he was noticed, he figured he might as well try to chat with Clark. Or at least get Clark to remember who he was. After all, maybe Clark was in town to discuss business with Bruce. Dick turned in their direction and was now headed their way.

It did not take more than a minute or so to catch up to where the two had been standing. He walked up to the two and glanced over at the woman for a moment, kind of uneasy as to if he had interrupted their conversation. She had not looked all that trilled in the first place when Clark had walked up to her. Dick then brought his attention to Clark.
"Your Clark Kent, aren't you," Dick asked knowing now fully well that the man he had seen from a distance was the man he had thought he was. "I am sorry if I have interrupted anything."

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Having thought that she had the situation well in hand, Pamela looks shocked when Mr. Kent takes her bag. Scowling in a most unattractive way, she angrily informs him, "When a lady says 'thank you, but...' that means no!" Based on how well he fills in the shoulders of his coat she guesses that he's probably a lot stronger than she is, even though she hasn't the slightest idea by how much, so she's not going to fight for her right to hold her own bag if she can help it. Instead she holds out her hand, palm up, in its general direction to demand it's return in the politest way possible given the circumstances. She should never have let go of the pepper spray! Not that she's defenseless without it, but it is the least harmful (and least odd) substance that she has on her.

She's rather puzzled as to why this man is reacting so strongly to her scent. If she had any idea who he was she might guess that it had something to do with his Kryptonian biology. But as it is she's more concerned about getting herself out of the immediate situation than trying to discover anything more about this particular man. Instead she's more liable to blame it on the particular pheromone mix - just when she thought she got it right, too. After all, it takes a very delicate balance to make it powerful enough to manipulate people without making them unwilling to leave her alone, start fighting over her, or realize something strange is happening. Seems like she'll need to ease off on the distraction factors a little and increase the attractive factors to compensate in case she runs into anyone else with such a strong reaction - make them a bit less fuzzy in the head. But she can't do that until she gets home, since one can't simply will one's scent to change. ...Or can they? She'll have to look into that!

Concerned about all these things, her question concerning the young man who was watching them takes a back seat even though she finds it odd that Mr. Kent said he didn't know him and yet he was greeted by name. Yes, definitely too fuzzy in the head! Perhaps it would be best if she left - just as soon as she gets her bag back. So focused is she on that, that she doesn't recognize Dick Grayson even when he comes close. She probably would, if she looked at him closely, since she keeps an eye on Bruce Wayne's activities as a part of keeping an eye on all the doings of Gotham's wealthy elite. She's a minor member of that club herself - rich enough to be considered wealthy without being so wealthy that everyone knows who she is by virtue of that alone.

[redhood]

Clark turned around as he placed a hand on his head shaking it a bit from the lightness that was within his head as the young man started to talk to him. "Why yes I am. Please to meet you." He said as he started to extend his right hand out to shake his hand in greeting. Clark started to remember this person as he saw him earlier within a distance away. He was happy to meet this person who was looking at him for awhile when he spotted him.

Happy that he talked to him as he didn't mind talking to the woman behind him as he turned his back towards her but, as Clark thinking process was better than before, he had an uneasy feeling when he started to talk to her. Clark started to talk to the young man. "Yes I am. I hope you don't mind if I ask who you are?" He didn't know what to thought of him but maybe a fan of his work at Daily Planet. But he wonder how did he know who he was. He tried to think who this man was but he had no clue. He hadn't see him in Metropolis or here in Gotham til now.

"No you weren't interrupting." He gave a smile as he grabbed his glasses and rubbed it with his hands clearing up the light fog on them thanks to the cold weather. He turned towards the woman planning on introducing both of them as if he didn't, that would be consider rude of him to do as they both already know his name. As he faced both of them as he moved a bit to give the young man some room. "This is..." He said as he looked at the woman as he didn't know and get a chance to ask her name.

As he didn't the man's name he said the same thing. "And this is..." Clark felt like a dummy as he didn't know they're names to introduce each other with. So much for politeness. Clark realized he was holding the light bag as he barely felt the weight of it. "Oops sorry her you go ma'am." As he give her the bag as she asked earlier. It did hit Clark's mind that what kind of presents she would have to be this light.

He know within physics of science that everything has some type of mass which is weight pulling down thanks to the gravity that the earth has. He gave a defining look as he started to inspect the bag He used his X-Ray vision within his eyes to take a little peak. He couldn't really tell what it was but, he know that it wasn't no gifts that's for sure. Clark noticed that he must of dropped his newspaper while talking to her earlier as he he bent down grabbing and placing it back under his arm. He come to an conclusion that the young man seem like he had nothing to hide but as for her, he was skeptical as he made sure while looking at the young man that he had his eyes peeled on her if she pulls off something werid or that was not normal.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Dick extended his hand in return and accepted the offer of shaking Clark's hand. He felt like he wanted to give a little laugh, but he held himself from it. It was just funny that Clark didn't recognize him. For Dick, he did not usually forget the face of the people he met. And even if he did, he usually remembered as soon as he recognized something about them.

"Sorry if this may seem strange," Dick said a bit embarrassed at how he had acted by following the two and all. With his left hand, he began to rub the back of his head. It was just a habit of his when he was a bit nervous. "Actually, we have met before. But it's probably been a few years since we've last seen each other. It's me, Dick Grayson. We met a while back when you had come to visit Bruce one time."

Dick figured Clark might remember him as soon as he mentioned Bruce. Most people seem to not forget meeting Bruce knowing him from his social standing. Dick usually tried to stay out of Bruce's busy when he could. Especially, when it came to meeting the families of some of the people he knew. Most of the sons and daughters of the wealth elites often did not really care for any subject besides money and having fun when they are spending their family's money. The person maybe be smiling when they are meeting others, but it was often the fake smile of having to go around with their family and thinking the event ahead was going to be the most boring thing in their life. Dick had to be honest, sometimes he felt that way, but at least he made an effort to try and relax to help the situation.

As soon as Clark turned his attention to the woman and tried to introduce her into having a conversation including him, he smiled politely at her and extended his hand in greeting. "I am Dick Grayson," he repeated. "Please to meet you."

Dick was trying to be polite, but the look the woman had given him when he had walked up to them had not been the most inviting. She didn't seem like she really wanted to be there at the moment. Dick wondered what she might be in a rush for. She seemed anxious to get on with whatever she was delivering or just carrying around. He became a little curious as to what the woman had in her bag. She seemed ever protective of it and the content of the bag looked rather large.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Actually, the contents of Pamela's bag are relatively benign compared to what she could be carrying. She's on a shopping trip, not a scheme, so her best stuff is at home. Most of it really is gifts; watches for her male friends, assorted jewelry for the ladies. Which might sound like shoplifted goods, except that Pamela has the means to buy such things and in fact did. She also has the standard assortment of emergency make-up (lipstick, mascara, etc.), her checkbook, and, of course, the pepper spray.

What might be of more interest to someone with X-Ray vision is that in the inner pocket she has a few vials of strange liquids as well as some seeds - an odd thing to carry around, though it's unlikely that anyone would be able to tell much of anything about them without a proper analysis. But mostly she's being protective of her bag merely because she does not trust men very much in the first place, it has a lot of expensive things in it, and she just had some strange man take it from her even though she indicated that she didn't want him to.

The moment Mr. Kent gives it back she puts it back on her shoulder and takes a defensive step away from him so that he can't just take it from her again if he gets it in his head to do so. She really ought to leave immediately, but that would be really abrupt and she wants to give the young man who joined them the least possible impression that anything strange was going on. Especially when he says his name in combination with Bruce - it makes her want to give him a very favorable impression of her, if she possibly can. Cue fake smile, though she's particularly good at fake smiles and her pheromones tend to help her breeze through awkward situations like this, even though she wishes they weren't quite so effective at this moment.

"Doctor Pamela Isley," she introduces herself smoothly to them both, shaking the hand offered by Dick, "And I'm very pleased to meet you too. I actually met Mr. Wayne recently - at that charity party for the rainforests of Paraguay. Lovely place, Wayne Manor." As she talks she subtly edges herself away from Mr. Kent, hoping that the distance will ease off the effects of the pheromones just a little. Given how strongly it seems to be effecting him she doesn't expect him to shake it off completely until she's walked much further away, but she doesn't want that anyway. No, she just wants him pleasantly distracted by her, not dazed and obsessed. But when she's done talking to Dick she steals a glance at her watch so that she can cite the time as an excuse to bail out quickly if it doesn't work.