Hello my lovelies! And now for… THE COMMENT OF THE DAY FROM THE ANONYMOUS COMMENTER! Yay! Everyone's favorite! Here ya go:

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Yep! One word says it all, folks! Oh, and by the way, if you're gonna call me a whore, spell it right, okay? God, you're the one bullying me? Hey! Can I get a smarter bully over here?! No? Okay, fine. Anyway, this is my Batman and Harley Quinn story! Enjoy!

P.S. The italics mean it's a flashback!

BATMAN'S POV

"Goddamn you, Harls!" Joker screams at Harley Quinn. He wraps a hand around her throat and shoves her at the ground. Harley yelps and tries to scoot away. Her arm is badly bruised and I can tell her strength is disappearing.

"Leave her alone!" I find the strength to say. I had taken quite a beating myself. I raise my hand to my lips and pull it away. Blood drips between my fingers and I shoot another glance at Joker and Harley. Joker holds Harley's hat in his hand, torn and battered. He throws it at me. He brings his foot back and kicks her square in the stomach. The sound resonates throughout the empty room. Harley Quinn cries and thrashes as Joker draws his foot back again and kicks her jaw. Harley's makeup streams off her sweaty, contorted face and her eyes are red under her mask.

"What are you gonna do about it, Bats?" The Joker cackles. "You're in the same condition as she's gonna be in when I'm through with her!" Harley Quinn reaches around behind her, trying desperately to reach her mallet. Joker kicks it away from her reach. It skids across the floor and hits the wall, many feet away from my own reach. Harley lets out a blood-curdling scream and Joker pouts.

"What's the matter, Harls? Why so serious?"

"Stop, Mistuh J! You're… You're hurting me!" Harley whimpers. He kicks her in the stomach again and she turns around and vomits on the floor. It's the last straw for me. My hands are shaking as I reach into my utility belt for my grappling hook. I aim it at Harley's hammer and pull the trigger. The hook shoots out and hooks around the handle. I pull the trigger again and the hammer skids across the floor towards me. I call out to Harley, who's now on her feet and trying desperately to block Joker's blows. She has a nosebleed. Her mask is in tatters on the floor

"Harley! Get it!" I rasp. I kick her hammer over and it knocks Joker off his feet. Harley picks it up and swings it over her head. A satisfying crunch lets me know Joker's arm is broken. He scrambles to his feet and spits on the floor.

"This isn't the last you'll see of me, pumpkin!" Joker hisses. He gives me the middle finger and disappears into the darkness, laughing all the way. I hear the slam of a car door and the squeal of tires. The smell of exhaust pours in through the hole in the wall. Harley's limbs shake and she lets out a long, shuddering breath.

"Ya okay, Batsy?" Harley Quinn squeaks. I nod.

"How about you?" Harley shrugs.

"My puddin'—"

"No, Harley! He's not your pudding. If he was your pudding, he would treat you with respect!" I say. Harley's lower lip trembles.

"Y-ya mean that…" And Harley Quinn bursts into tears and falls to her knees. "He's not my puddin'?"

"Afraid not." I say. Harley clutches the handle of her hammer so hard her knuckles turn white.

"I'm sorry, Harley. I'm gonna call the Batmobile and we'll patch you up at the Batcave. You can stay as long as you need, okay?" Harley snivels and nods her head reluctantly. I pull out my communicator from my belt. I click it on and fiddle around with the display till the Batmobile rolls up through the hole Joker made in the wall. Harley's eyes light up with curiosity.

"I call shotgun!" Harley says cheerfully. I roll my eyes as she limps towards the door and then slides into the seat. I slide into the driver's seat and hit the autopilot button on the screen. The Batmobile rolls backwards and starts to drive through Gotham into the humid, muggy summer night. The city is bright and brand new looking. Skyscrapers stand next to smaller buildings and cell phone towers flash little dots in the dark sky. The Bat Symbol is just a flicker against the dark evening clouds. No need for it now. My job is done for today.

The city eventually melts into a vast forest with pine trees and open fields. The moon is full and hangs over the trees way up in the sky. Harley and I approach Wayne Manor. The Batmobile pulls into the drive and eventually the garage. I press the garage door opener and the door starts closing. I press the button next to it and an elevator built into the floor starts lifting us down into the Batcave.

The rest of the night is kind of a blur. I woke up in the middle of the night on the floor in a sleeping bag next to my bed. When I got up on my feet, my muscles ached. Harley Quinn lay in my bed, wearing an oversized t shirt. Her wounds were cleaned up and she had some ice packs underneath head and hips. Her blond hair was brushed smooth and put up in ponytails. Harley's eyes fluttered open.

"Mistuh J? Oh… It's just you, Batsy." Harley says sleepily.

"Yeah… Holding up alright?" I ask her. She shrugs.

"I've been better." Harley says. She sighs and pulls herself into a sitting position. "Just can't believe Mistuh J… That's all…"

"He's a sadistic, psychopathic clown. You deserve a better man."

"But I know my puddin' loves me! He's gotta!" Harley whimpers. Tears collect on the brims of her eyes.

"He doesn't love you, Harley. I'm sorry to say that, but it's true." I sit down beside her and she pulls me into a hug. She bawls into my shoulder.

"Help me, Batsy. I wanna let go but I don't know how." Harley cries. We stay sitting and staring into each other's eyes for a few minutes.

"I think we got to…" I start. My throat feels dry. Harley slowly leans over.

"Yeah… Same here…" Harley cups my jaw and pulls me into a kiss. Her lips are soft, warm, and firm. I taste her Chapstick on my lips. I place my hand on her hip and pull her close to me. I want to meld my body with hers. She wraps her fingers across the back of my neck and kisses me harder. She sighs into my mouth and I pull her all the way against me.

"Harley…" I say as she pulls away. She has a satisfied smile on her face.

"I think I love you…" I murmur. Harley smiles shyly.

"I think I love ya too, Batsy." She chuckles.

"Just… Just seeing him hurt you was all too much for me. I would've beaten his sorry ass if I hadn't—" I start.

Harley interrupts me with another rough kiss. She pulls away and studies my eyes. I take some time to admire hers. They're the perfect shade of sky blue.

"Don't ever speak about Mistuh J again, 'Kay?" I nod and she sighs. She snuggles up close to me and pulls me up next to her. Harley lay down, cuddling me and keeping me up against her. I brush her bangs into her eyes and she chuckles.

"No one's ever gonna hurt you now. I'm here." I whisper. I snuggle up close to Harley and doze off next to her.

In my nightmare, Joker held Harley at gunpoint and was forcing me to take off my mask. Right in front of all of the citizens of Gotham. Everyone had a blank expression on their face. Harley wriggled in Joker's grasp and screamed for help. When I refused to take off my mask, Joker shot Harley. She fell to the ground and my heart plummeted into my stomach. Joker proceeded to fire bullets into the crowd. People fell dead and everyone else kept a placid, blank expression.

"Last chance, Bats!" He warned. I refused. The gun turned on me and the bang rang through my ears. I woke up sweating. Harley was still in my arms. She sighed in her sleep and nuzzled my side.

"Puddin'..." She murmurs. I stroke her soft blond hair and rest my head back down on the pillow.

If Joker comes back, I'll do everything in my power to protect her.

Second chapter to Only a Dream is going to be added (my Walking Dead Fanfic) and there will be a second chapter to this story as well! Love ya guys! XOXO Crybaby :D