She was in costume, which made Robin wonder if some more action was in the works. Not wanting to lose a golden opportunity, he snuck up behind Harley ...and tossed a Bat gas pellet at her feet. Harley turned in surprise to see Robin, but just as a look of recognition came to her eyes, they rolled up and were covered by her eyelids as the gas took affect.Robin picked up the light form of the red and black clad villainess, and took her back out via a side entrance after making sure none of the gang. Looking at the map Skyler suggested it might be a good idea to top off their tanks. Marc agreed, and pulled into a locally owned truck stop.After they pulled next to a fuel island, Marc and Skyler both climbed out of the motorhome. Marc went inside while Hawk stood at the door of the RV. From there he watched Skyler top off the diesel fuel tanks, and replace the fuel nozzle. Then Skyler started a different pump to put gasoline into another tank. After thinking about what he was observing Hawk. He didn't understand, he couldn't understand, how some males seemed so fascinated by plastic and metal and paint in the shape of a woman.It wasn't like a mannequin had warm flesh, soft skin and a will of its own. No, a mannequin had to stand there, in whatever pose it might be placed in by the dresser. Now there was a nance and a fruit and... well, queer was an out of date word. Gay? He snorted. What did the dresser have to be happy about? AIDS?But the boy stood there staring and the manager. He did all this carefullybeing careful not to bring it anywhere near the medallion.From the same saddlebag, he pulled out Gorlois' lost stocking. He took abreath to steady his hand. "Courage, man," he whispered to himself. "Thereis a risk, aye, but think of the prize and lay on." He took another breathand wound the dark brown stocking about the medallion.Nothing happened for a moment. Then he felt an odd sensation in the handthat still touched the stocking. Needles and pins, it was, the feeling.