I am inflected

Oliver thought about it for a moment then took a second to share a look with Diggle. The large man was willing to do whatever was asked but the billionaire knew that the man probably wanted to be as far from this situation as possible. Diggle was a military man, after all. While Oliver would never guess that they’d seen the same things in their time, he could imagine that there were some things that a man either shouldn’t share or, at the very least, shouldn’t share in front of others. “Diggle, go ahead and take a break. Check on us in about an hour, if you don’t mind.” To this, the bodyguard nodded his head, almost looked relieved, and exited the drawing room without saying a word. A beat later, Harleen had his undivided attention once again.

She watched the other man leave the room and then focused back on Oliver. A kind smile took over Harley's expression. "That's quite fine," she started to speak as she her way to a chair to have a seat. "Most patients we get at Arkham are recommended to our services, whether that be by a friend or the court system though is another story." Harley's hand waved out, gesturing for him to have a seat. "So don't worry about it not being your idea, though I do appreciate your honestly." Pulling out a small note pad and pen, Harley crossed her legs and leaned back a little in her chair trying to relax. To say she wasn't nervous would be a bit of an understatement, and she hoped that he couldn't tell. After all she didn't want to come off as if she were not capable of doing this.

Harley smiled to herself and may or may not have just given herself an imaginary pat on the back for being correct. Sure she knew she was right from the beginning but still, just hearing the word absolutely, and knowing she was right even about the little things made her crack a grin. "I have patience for a lot of things, unfortunately waiting on the weather is not one of them." Harley bit her head and peered down the street. "I was sort of hoping a cab would roll up and save me from having to face the rain. But this is looking rather hopeless isn't it?" The street seemed as deserted as ever, like every cab in the city was busy catering someone else around.

Looking forward to it, actually.

Good.

Personally, I recommend you meet me in my indoor pool in thirty minutes. Clothing optional.

I can meet you there, but don't be surprised when I show up with my clothes still on. I'm not an easy girl to undress, I hope you're prepared for that.

Thanks for the advice, but I’m not an alcoholic. There’s no harm in wanting to let loose every once in a while and that’s all I want to do right now. 

Good, it's a very dangerous path, alcoholism that is. There isn't, it's actually very therapeutic. I mean if you don't let loose then things start to just bundle up. Bundling up just leads to exploding. Which really doesn't work out in anyone's favor.  If it's all you want, then go do it.

I only ever receive rave reviews.

And are these reviews something all potential women can check up on, or do you recommend they just experience it for themselves?

Then she must be out of her mind.

You must be pretty sure about that 'guarantee' of yours then.

Hearing her name had Harley turning to to take a look at who the presence beside her actually was. "You'd be correct, Natalia Romanova right?" She didn't really need to phrase it as a question. After all she had written the name so many times to cite information and quotes for her paper. "Regardless?" Harley looked out at the stormy weather, "I take if you can't just sit around and wait for it to pass? To many places to be?"

Being prepared was something that Gwen valued in her life. If there was an event, she had everything she needed, or could need, slammed into a a small bag. If she were to spend a day on the town, she would check the weather to ensure that she had everything she needed for the day’s predicted forecast. However, when her partner for a project decided last minute that they should meet at her house, she didn’t have time to make her usual rounds of gathering and checking. So, when it began to pour rain, she was less than happy as she bolted under the nearest overhang. A dull vibrate came from the pocket of Gwen’s jeans, and she reached lazily to retrieve her phone to reply to who she could assume was her lab partner asking where she was. Only when she heard a voice beside her did Gwen lift her gaze. “Unfortunately,” she sighed, looking up at the sky to gauge the amount of cloud cover they were dealing with. “Were they even calling for rain today?” 

Harley followed the girls gaze and grimaced a little at the heavy drops of water falling from the sky. "Nope, sunny skies all day." The clouds with their grey gaze, and fast paced drops where something that was quite common around the city. "Though it always seems to rain here, I don't know why I didn't think to grab an umbrella just in case." Harley sighed heavily at the predicament. "Do you have to go very far?" She figured if she was going to be stuck here she might as well be friendly.

"Nice to meet you Miss Romanova," Harley had planned on shaking the woman's hand. After all that was common courtesy, right? However a brief nod was all she got, seeing as that seemed to be the woman's main method of greeting Harley just shrugged it off. She had been on a roll, talking without stop, without taking a breath, just going on. When she was stopped her smile fell for just a moment. Harley, hated being interrupted, it made her feel stupid. Like her words weren't good enough for someone to hear. But information was information, and the last thing she needed to do was blow a fuse at someone who was willing to give her that information. "I do, have ideas I mean. However, in favor of actually looking intelligent in front of people I like to express my opinions after all the information is gathered." Harley paused briefly and allowed herself to take in the red head. "You've given me quite a lot of information which I appreciate it's the most I've heard all day. However before I start stating my opinions I want more. I hope you can understand that." Once more her grin fell, but at least the Natalia would try. Turning another page in her notebook, she scribbled her information down. Ripping it out she handed it over, "There's my name, the name of my professor if he wishes to actually see that this is a project. I have my home number and cell phone number on there as well as my email and my professor's email. Will that do?"

She’d be given a night she would never forget, even if the booze tries to do otherwise.

And if she comes back remembering and unsatisfied with her night?

This has been the longest week of my life. I need a drink.

Well, when you need to drink they say you usually should. Unless you have an alcohol addiction, then just stay strong and don't give in.