Just a short one-shot.

Bruce Wayne looked at the petite woman lying in a hospital bed. Her blonde hair was messy and tangled and she looked very pale. Well, she had almost drowned just an hour ago. It was strange how peaceful she looked now, asleep and defenseless. Nothing like the fierce she-devil who had been willing to die rather than to accept his help.

Right now she looked like a perfectly normal young woman. Nothing could have been further from the truth though. The whole hospital staff was so afraid of her that they had refused to come anywhere near her before she had been restrained in bed, although she had been unconscious. Not that Bruce could really blame them; he was more than aware of what this woman was capable of.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel… Harley Quinn. The Joker's "queen". Their relationship was twisted to say the least, but for some incomprehensible reason, they were in some kind of a relationship. Bruce doubted if either of them was actually capable of any kind of normal feelings and he certainly wouldn't have called their feelings for one another love.

More like a travesty of love. Addiction. Obsession. Madness. Yet there was no doubt that the Joker would do anything to get her back. It was strange really. Bruce took a step towards the bed as he noticed her moving her fingers. She was heavily sedated as well as restrained in bed, but he didn't want to take any chances.

"Hmm…" she murmured and slowly opened her eyes. "That was fun. Let's do it again."

"Dr. Quinzel," Bruce stated.

Slowly she managed to turn her head. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw him.

"Batty! Are you here to play with me?"

"I'm afraid the play time is over," he replied.

"Oh come on, don't be such a buzzkill…"

She paused when she noticed that she couldn't move her arms or legs.

"Oh, I knew you're kinky," she purred and licked her lips. "Want to spank me, Batty? I've been a very bad girl."

"You need some professional help, Harley," he replied.

She broke into a snigger and tilted her head back.

"Oh, Batty, you're the one who's going to need help when my Puddin finds you. He's going to make you wish you would be dead."

"Do you really think that he loves you?" Bruce asked before he managed to stop himself.

Harley looked at him and smiled.

"Love is just a silly word, Batty. Would love burn the world into ashes for you and ask you to dance in the flames with him? No, but my Puddin would. He will find me, Batty, and when he does, we'll dance."

She giggled and started to hum as Bruce headed to the door. Well, it certainly wasn't difficult to see why she was the Joker's queen… Yes, what they had was no doubt twisted, but to them it was perfect. As crazy as it was, Bruce couldn't help but to think that in some very, very strange way he almost envied them.