#(Left it kinda open on whether he actually liked it or whether they're gonna fite about it at some point. >x3)

[red-hemlock]

"What if they kissed?"

Send “What if they kissed?” and I’ll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren’t shipped together. it is it’s own thing and doesn’t have to lead to an official ship. a “what if scenario” @cxpperhead

"You know, I have to admit... I've always wondered what those scales of yours might feel like." Gravel crunches, as a lazy half-twirl carries her before him. A playful stark contrast to the smoke and hissing flames licking at the air behind.

Bold and brash. But there in the pouring rain, and amidst the Hollywood movie-esque wreckage of their vehicle and their former pursuers', it's the perfect moment for a little brazenness. There's just one problem... This isn't really the time to start removing vital costume pieces, in order to get a good feel in.

So green eyes glance-up, their blown-wide pupils betraying the excitement from before still coursing her veins, and spearheading audacious choices. Copperhead looks like he wants to say something, but her arms are already snaking their way up and around his neck in a coiled loop. She has an idea.

Needs to nearly go tip-toe to reach him though, and it's a fact that almost draws a laugh out of her.

Softest exhale heralds the press of her lips to his. Another, brings her flush against him. It's an odd sensation to be sure, rougher compared to the softness of her own... Yet for all its strangeness, she doesn't find it to have been terribly unpleasant as she pulls away. But what's this now, he almost looks... Shocked? Now there's a rare sight that causes River to bite her lip against an impish grin. She does so love to 'surprise'.

"Mnh... Curiosity satisfied." She sounds as pleased as she feels, the semi-clawed nails of her gauntlets ghosting a path back down the scales of his chest as she pushes away. Was that a growl she just heard? Was that a good thing? Talk about catching a tiger by the tail... Or would it be a serpent by the tongue, in this instance?

Taking two steps back, River's not sure; but with the way those lips curve and her shoulders give a teasing little wiggle, the threat of possible danger doesn't seem to faze her much. Seems like it's feeding that nagging sense of thrill all the more. Yet her gaze is suddenly craned-away from Copperhead, both of them fixating upon a skyward something.

"Hm, looks like our job's not done yet, darling." Blinking against the falling rain, River's chuckle is soft as the chill that ripples across her skin. Like a menacing omen, the Bat Signal has made itself known, cutting across Gotham's roiling clouds, "Playtime's over for now, we're going to need to grab a new ride. Stat."