"You are aware I'm all rehabilitated and shit right?" Harley waved her hands around her head, giving the man standing in her living room a small smirk. Six months out of Arkham, and she was still going strong. Consular at a school and everything, which said a lot more about Gotham's underfunded education then it did about her abilities really, "Unless you're here to talk about one of my students but you know I report all of that shit to the police first"

Batman grunted at that, looking around her tiny apartment. The bedroom, living room and kitchen were all shoved into one room, with the bathroom being the only door. The Murphy bed and pull out couch let her have a little bit more space, but it wasn't much.

"I need your help", he said, never taking his eyes off of her as she dropped her bag to the floor, hands firmly planted on her hips.

"Now why would you need a thing like that?" Harley pressed her fingers against his chest, pushing him away every so gently, "I already told you, I'm rehabilitated now! I ain't a criminal and I ain't seen no one in months, not since I first got out. Everyone thought I wasn't on the straight and narrow but I am!"

Batman coughed, grabbing her wrist and holding her just a little bit a ways from him. He hadn't forgotten what Harley would do if provoked, and by the looks of her arm, straining in his grip, she hadn't lost any muscle tone, "Poison Ivy escaped this morning. I need you to contact me if she comes to you. Something that if you are on the straight and narrow you'll be willing to do"

Harley smiled slightly, letting out a sigh at his words, "Red ain't gonna come to be Batsy, she knows I ain't like that anymore and I can't risk it having her show up here or nothing. I'm skating on thin ice", he released her wrist and she rubbed it, trying to get some feeling back into the hand.

"Still", he pressed what looked like a smart phone into her palm, "The bat icon sends a message straight to me. Ivy doesn't have as many friends as you might think"

She gripped it, holding her arms close to her chest, "And if you thought of it…"

"She might too"

The thought made her a little sick, not that she didn't still love Red, she did! But she couldn't live that life anymore, not after ending up in Arkham with her legs shattered. They had to teach her how to walk again and in a way that had been her wake up call. If she continued on that life, with any of them…she would end up dead sooner than later. Her legs still weren't up to full strength and it killed her to know that.

"I'll call ya if Red shows up Batsy. Cross my heart and hope to die I will", she tilted her head back, holding the phone and he hands against her chest, "You can trust me this time"

He grunted again, like he wasn't sure if he really could or not, but didn't want to voice his concerns lest she get angry at him. With that his cape swirled around him rather dramatic fashion as he pushed his way through the window out on to the fire escape.

Harley turned away, still staring at the phone, not really wanting to watch his departure. In the morning she could pretend this hadn't really happened and just tuck the phone away into one of the pockets of her bag. Red wasn't going to show up and she wasn't going to pretend it was possible that she was. Too much thinking about the old days would be bad for her.

On the roof top beside Harley's building Batman landed with a solid thump, between Batgirl and Robin, laying on the roof watching the building. They both popped up when he landed, Batgirl smiling brightly and Robin giving him a bored look.

"How'd it go?" Batgirl asked, putting her night vision goggles away into her belt, "We couldn't really see anything form over here"

"Only because you picked the worst spot. We could have gone down on one of the windowsills", Robin said, making a noise with his tongue to voice his displeasure with her plan.

"You mean the ones that are too small for me!"

"It's not my fault you're fat"

"What was that?!" They were nearly head to head now, Batgirl bending down so she could scowl more effectively at Robin.

Batman rolled his eyes, forcing them apart, "You two are on duty," He jumped down into the alley, into the waiting seats of the Batmobile. He waited for the two thumps that told him Batgirl and Robin were inside and shut the roof over.

"You never said how it went Father", Damian reminded him, "As Fatgirl choose to start a fight the moment that you were about to"

Stephanie leaned in from the back seat, "I did not! You started it you little jerk!"

Bruce resisted the urge to slam his forehead into the steering wheel, that was not Batman behavior, no matter how annoying the kids were getting. He should have known that adopting Stephanie would lead to this kind of problems, but her mother wasn't in any shape to look after herself let alone Stephaine so there she was. Living in the Manor and in the papers as Bruce Wayne's second adopted daughter.

"I should have brought Cassandra", he mumbled under his breath, speeding away from the apartment building, out loud he said, "It went fine. I gave the her phone, and she promised to call me if anything happened"

"I hope you didn't believe her", for someone so young, Damian had that edge of unbelieving to his voice, "An extended stay in Arkham doesn't mean she's cured"

He was really going to have to show Damian to have more faith in him, "Bruce Wayne will be watching her as well, don't worry about that"

Damian and Stephanie both began to speak at once, a jumble of "YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS" and "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN", with a good amount of "BRUCE" and some "FATHER" thrown in for good measure.

"I am aware of what I'm doing"

They both snorted, leaning back in their seats, as if to say yeah right. He clutched the steering wheel tightly in his hands and said again, "Should have brought Cassandra"

"She's in Hong Kong", Stephanie reminded him, shoving her head in the space enough to push Damian's out of the way, which began a shoving match between them. Like they were sixteen and twelve but both a pair of five year olds.

"I should have waited for Cassandra to get back"

Harley didn't even have time to think about her night time visitor the next day, her power had gone out (again) leaving her scrambling to get ready and slightly presentable for work (in black and red of course, she couldn't resist) (again), before her first appointment of the day. The normal stuff, my boyfriend wants to have sex, I think I might be pregnant, and the classic I'm failing all my classes because I'm a pothead.

It's not that she didn't love the kids, she did, she really did. But sometimes it felt like she could tell them what they needed to hear just by the first line of their story. Sometimes it helped to think that she was stopping the next wave of super villains, but there was only so many ways a teen mom could become a super villain after all.

Harley was the kind of girl who craved excitement, even if it was the dumb kind of excitement she got form showing a bunch of five year olds how to do a perfect back flip. That was part of the reason she was at this school, they needed a counselor and a gym teacher. Technically she could do both. Not to mention teach gymnastic classes after hours.

And Batman thought that she couldn't be trust. She knew he did, there was a reason he had come straight to her. A warning. To say I'm watching you so don't step out of line. A little creepy and a little flattering that Batman would go to all that trouble for little old Harley.

Lunch was her break from the appointments and the first time she had managed to eat all day. She normally picked up something to eat because keeping cold food in the fridge just spelled disaster when you never knew when the power would go out on you, but there had been no time this morning.

So peeking out of her office to make sure the principal wasn't anywhere near by, Harley tip toed out, the best she could in her squeaky sneakers. Students trusted someone who looked like them she found.

"Ah Dr. Quinn!" And there was the principal, Mr. Thomas who seemed to think Harley was the best thing in the world. Which considering his school she might have been.

"Hiya Boss…", as Harley turned she at once regretted the choice of black jeans, a red cardigan and a batman t-shirt as her work clothes today. Not that the skin tight red shorts in her bag would have been much better when she was faced with not only her boss, but as well Bruce Wayne.

She looked like a freaking' teenager (not to mention the whole dumb officially changing her name thing because the girl before Harley was dead but the villainess was dead too and all there was now was Harley in black jeans just wanting something to eat).

"This is our school counselor and gym teacher, Dr. Harley Quinn. Dr. Quinn this is Mister Wayne, he's interested in donating to the school and I was hoping you could show him around", his smile was so bright and open that Harley couldn't resist and she grinned.

"Sureee I can do that just fine, I don't have any appointments for a little while and gym isn't until 2", she grinned, again wishing that she didn't look like one of the students, "I hope that's okay Mister Wayne"

He smiled, a rather charming smile she had to admit and a normal one too. Wayne was everything that the Joker wasn't. Tall, dark, handsome, not slouch to his shoulders and hate in his eyes. She could have fallen in love based on that alone. "That's just fine with me Doctor. And please, call me Bruce"

Harley giggled, resisting the urge to play with her hair like one of her students, "Only if you call me Harley! It's not fair for one of us to have a title"

"Well then Harley lead on"

She chatted the whole way around, making her way through the one science class that they had set up. It really looked more like a meth lab then anything, but it was all that they had. The Gym was freezing, with the hole in the wall patched up with some plywood that someone had brought in.

"And this is the gym, I know it's not much but it's all that we have right now. And we can't go outside, the field has been kinda destroyed. Killer Croc wanted to make a swamp or something you know? It's not useable. Sucks for the kids, but they try and deal with it"

Bruce hmmed, like he wasn't sure what to think as he glanced around, taking in the cracks in the walls, the water stained floor, and the water fountain that was so rusted it might has well have been a piece of the wall instead of a place to drink form. "You really don't have much funding do you?"

Harley laughed, covering her mouth as she tried to pretend she was coughing. "We haven't gotten funding for years if Thomas is right. I know he's put in for some, but I'm impressed that we get paid every two weeks sometimes. There's just no money anymore"

"I believe that that I've picked the right school…how much would you think that it would take to help you out?"

"Well…you have to understand Mister Bruce, that there's so much wrong here that I can't even think about starting to fix it up, what we'd need to do first I guess would be the library, the kids could use some computers…and the science labs, and well that whole in the wall. Like I said there's a lot…"

Bruce grasped Harley's hand gently, "Would you do me the honor of meeting me for dinner some night? And we can talk of this longer. Not to mention you look like someone who works herself too hard"

She blushed, looking away so that she was peering straight into those blue eyes. It had been years at this point since she had gone on any kind of date, or been with anyone that wasn't just…normal.

Not that Bruce was the most normal person, being a billionaire with a bunch of adopted kids who funded the Batman's activities.

But at least he wasn't a criminal, "Um…okay! As long as you don't you know…expect me to go anywhere too fancy, I mean…look at me", she giggled nervously, spreading her arms so that he could get a better look at her outfit.

"I wouldn't have thought you'd be a Batman fan after all of what happened"

Harley pressed her hand to her lip, twisting on the ball of her foot,

"You can ask me about that at dinner! We gotta have something to talk about don't we?

"Are you just leaving me to find my own way out then?" he called after her, as she danced out of sight. For all the places that he had assumed that he would find Harley Quinn, this hadn't been it. A rundown Gotham school, helping out the students. And being a favourite of the principal's all at once. An impressive feat for someone nearly fresh out of Arkham. Apparently she strove to be impressive at every turn. Gymnast, Psychologist, villain and now a teacher. Whatever Harley wanted to be, she would be it.