AN: Just a little Riddler/Harley because I find lovesick Riddler adorable :3
Edward couldn't help but watch her. She sprung about the Iceberg Lounge, full of energy, all red and black and white. She clung to the Joker, a stupid grin on her face, giggling and flirting and being ignored. The bells on her hat jingled as her head whipped around, distracted again by something positively hilarious that would make her double over in laughter. He hated seeing her like this.
It was only when she was sitting at the bar without her beloved puddin' that she was worth talking to. Clown makeup removed, blonde hair pulled into childish ponytails, her body covered in something other than that skin-tight suit, something normal, something classy. He would sit next to her as she stared glumly into whatever strong drink she had ordered. The Joker had disappeared again. Left her behind, again. And so she would sit and drink and he would sit with her.
"How are you today Ms Quinzel?" She smiled at him sadly
"I told you to call me Harley, Eddy,"
"And I told you to call me Edward, Harley". She laughed humourlessly, but didn't look up. Edward sat down next to her and ordered a drink.
"You're back here again,"
"I know,"
"I don't understand you,"
"What can I say, it's love,"
"Harley, he leaves you by yourself for weeks at a time,"
"He always comes back for me,"
"Because he needs you for something,"
"And he always comes to me when he needs something,"
"That's not the point,"
"Why shouldn't it be?"
"Harley, he's tried to have you killed!"
"Now, you're just sounding like Red,"
"Maybe that's a good thing," He sighed as she stood, striding away, drink in hand. Harley was such a smart girl, why did she have to be so obsessed with Joker of all people? He downed the rest of his drink and ordered another, suddenly feeling the urge to get very, very drunk tonight.