If you read my fic, "Friend of Foe," you'll find this chapter is pretty much exactly like that except I made it better. More realistic. The beginning of the romance part is completely different. I suggest skimming until the information no longer seems familiar. The only reason I didn't add on to "Friend of Foe" is because I had to make this chapter more realistic.
I also need to inform you readers of my rule. No reviews, no updates. I have no great -need- to share my stories. If you want more, you have to ask for it.
Now everything should be settled. Enjoy!
She didn't want it to happen. God knows she didn't want it to happen. Not that she knew it was going to happen. In fact, she was quite certain in the fact that it could never happen. Not even a thought that had ever crossed her mind. But it happened. And now she was stuck sitting there in shock staring at the cave wall across from her, the man she had spent the night with still asleep beside her. He still had his mask on, and she was tempted to try and take it off. But something about the events of last night made her decide not to. Last night.
It began like a normal evening. Her puddin' was finishing the dinner of lemon-and-chicken she had made for him. They couldn't afford much more than chicken these days. Her puddin' needed to do another heist. But until then, she was quite happy with their life together, anyway.
She knew how he usually felt after eating. And she was certainly feeling in need of some attention and satisfaction. So, as he finished his last bites, she snuck up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing gently. "Hey, puddin'," she said seductively in his ear. "I think it's time to rev up your Harley." She left a kiss just behind his ear, right where he liked it.
Despite the perfect circumstances, he pushed her away. "I've got work to do," he said. "Go do something else."
But Harley wasn't going to give up. She knew he could be stubborn sometimes. She walked back up to him. "C'mon," she said. "I've got the handcuffs ready."
He shook his head and pushed her away again, standing. "I told you, Harley, I've got work to do. Now leave me alone!"
She tried a few more times before he left the room. Once he was gone, she sat there at the table, defeated. With a sigh, she stood and cleaned up. Since her puddin' wasn't in the mood for playing, she needed something to do. So she put on her black-and-red diamond shoes and made her way out into town.
She was thinking that maybe Selina would like some help stealing a necklace or something when she heard a commotion coming from her left. It sounded like it was coming from the laboratory she knew was down there. She turned and went to investigate. Sure enough, it was the laboratory. And Poison Ivy.
Harley grinned at the sight of her good friend. She was commanding a large green creation with vines that had completely destroyed the building and were now grabbing at the police officers that were uselessly shooting at it. Sure, the shots did some damage. But not enough that couldn't be regrown in a second.
"Ivy!" she called, waving. She made her way toward the commotion. Police officers pounced on her. The first came at her from the side, so she flung her arms out hard to knock him out. With her arms out, she was ready to do some tricks. She flipped and bounced through the crowd of police officers, making sure to hit each one at least once with a hand or foot. Her attacks looked like accidents, but she didn't falter.
Finally, a vine wrapped itself around her and picked her up. She giggled as she flew through the air, her arms out. The trip ended beside Ivy herself.
"Hello, Harley," Ivy said.
"Hey!" Harley greeted. "What's goin' on here?"
"They were using plants to experiment with," Ivy said. "So I'm just doing some . . . 'damage control.'"
Harley grinned. But that grin melted to a scowl.
"What's wrong?" Ivy asked.
Harley nodded behind Ivy. "Batbrains," she muttered. Ivy turned and frowned.
Batman was flying through the air. Well, OK, falling. He was headed straight for Ivy and Harley. If the little brat-I mean Robin was around, he couldn't be found. Yet.
"Oh, he's going to ruin everything," Ivy complained. With a sigh, she sent a vine up to knock Batman out of the way. He cut right through the vine as it came. His weapon the girls couldn't make out in the darkness. "He's hurting my baby!"
"I'll get 'im," Harley said. She tumbled and flipped her way over toward him so that he landed right in front of her. Their faces were an inch apart.
"You two are going to stop this right now," he warned, his voice low.
"No, we're not," was all Harley said before throwing the first punch. He caught it in his hand, but Harley was prepared. She immediately kneed him in his well-armored stomach. She ended up in more pain than he. He twisted her hand in his, and she yelped before pulling away forcefully.
She back-flipped away from him, making sure her foot caught his chin. Finally! She got a hit in! But she knew that was a small one for him. This man made of iron or whatever. He came after her, and she jumped back again. That was when a vine quickly wrapped around Batman and lifted him into the air. Harley grinned at the sight, but not for long. Batman took his weapon from before-a bat-shaped knife, apparently-and cut into the vine until he dropped down. Instead of going after Harley again, he started cutting more vine-arms off.
"Ivy!" Harley called, looking over at her friend.
"NO!" Ivy shouted. The vines attacked, but they were no use as Batman pulled out a bigger knife. Harley was about to go after him when Ivy called again. "Forget it! The damage is done! I'm going home!" The vine-monster began to shrink. Harley and Batman ended up falling through the air down into the mess of what was left of the laboratory. Batman pulled out his grappling hook and shot it into the air. It caught on another nearby building and he was able to swing towards Harley. He caught her and held her close as they swung. Not that he had to. She had grabbed him for dear life.
Once they were close enough to the ground, Batman let go of his grappling hook and landed on his feet, holding Harley bridal-style in his arms.
"You saved me!" she announced happily. She wrapped her arms tighter around him in a hug as she brought her face up to leave a kiss on his lips.
They froze. Harley bit her lip as she stared into his bright blue eyes. Slowly, she leaned in. She didn't know what she was doing. She wasn't really thinking about it. All she knew was that Batman was hot and she wanted him right then and there. Their faces were an inch apart.
"I think there's a warrant out for your arrest," Batman said. But Harley was unfazed.
"Then why don't you punish me for that?" she asked softly before kissing him again. After a moment, she felt him return the gesture, and she grinned to herself.
He pulled away.
"Think you can walk on your own?" he asked gruffly.
She pushed out her lower lip. "I don't think I can," she whined pathetically. He rolled his eyes at her. She leaned up to his ear. "You'll just have to carry me in your big, strong arms," she whispered. She ran her hands along the armor on his upper body, cursing the stupid armor for making it harder for her to seduce him.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked.
"What does it look like?" she replied softly. She leaned in and kissed him yet again. Each kiss seemed to be making it harder and harder for Batman to resist. She could already tell his breathing was begging to struggle as he kissed her back. The kiss grew deeper and deeper before Batman finally pulled away.
She tried to take hold of his breastplate. "How do you take this stupid thing off?" she asked with a soft giggle. He shook his head.
"Not here," he said, his voice low.
She reached up and placed a hand behind his head, bringing her lips to his once again.
Before she knew it they were in the Batcave. She could see nothing but dripping rock and bats, but she didn't really care. All that was important was Batman. And he seemed solely focused on her, too.
"I don't know how to take this stupid stuff off," she whispered with a giggle, pulling at the armor on his arm. He chuckled and held her close as he quickly guided her hands to removing his armor. They shared more passionate kisses as the clothes-and-armor pile grew and grew beside them. Finally, nothing was left to take off but Batman's cowl. But she kept that. The mystery kinda turned her on.
They spent all night together, and now she was awake and naked beside him, staring at a leaky old wall of a cave. She turned and stared at the man. For he was just a man. That was certain, now. She leaned over and supported herself over him with her hand on the other side of his head. Her free hand traced the hard lines on the bottom of Batman's face. Her finger touched his cowl. She examined it, playing her fingers along it. She grabbed it and looked back at him. He was staring up at her.