(A/N: This…chapter took way longer to do than I was expecting. Though to be honest, it is my longest chapter in this story to date, but it definitely got away from me.I've been writing it most of the weekend. Harley and Bats have a lot to talk about in this one though, so I guess it makes sense. And as you'll probably be able to tell, I had a lot of fun in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.)
Day 21
Harley grinned as her tongue moved up and down the length of Batman's cock. She always knew when she hit the right spots because Batman couldn't control himself, he'd let out a small grunt. Despite her earlier request, it was very rare that Batman let down his guard enough to really let her hear him. That was okay though, it just made the sounds he did make all the more sexy. "Mmmm" Harley moaned loudly, knowing exactly what she was doing as she sent vibrations after vibrations though him, taking Batman's cock in her mouth entirely. Her lips eagerly slid up and down his shaft, as she looked up at him before forcing it down her throat again. Batman groaned, regaining control as he grabbed the jester's hair.
This was all Batman's fault. He hadn't been there yesterday. While Harley got that he was Batman and was by definition very busy, even when he was there consistently she still absolutely needed her fix. When he skipped a day like that, Harley just became insatiable. After their…session…, Batman had simply told her to clean him off. She knew that he meant with her mouth just as she knew she wasn't going to stop until he told her to. He was already hard again, and from all indications, about to cum once more. If whatever…phase they were on was about Harley becoming just as addicted to giving Batman pleasure as she was to him pleasuring her, it was an absolute success. She couldn't get enough of it. It was like…a revolving circle of ecstasy, which wasn't helping the addiction…and to be honest…was probably the point.
Batman was tensing now, so close to another release that Harley could practically feel it. It was almost symbiotic. She wanted it so desperately as her hands eagerly stroked. Harley's eyes were torn between Batman's face and his cock, her tongue darting over its head. Try as he might, Batman was never able to stay completely in control when he came, and he did try. It was…cute…and there wasn't much that Batman did that could get that particular adjective.
"Bats…" Harley urged. She wanted it so bad. Batman groaned in response, throwing his head back. Harley's breathing began to pick up then. So close… He was almost there… Batman's body shuddered violently as he finally came, Harley's mouth catching every drop. She moaned loudly, stroking every last bit out of him. Her tongue swirled around him, loving every tremble her touch got out of his body, every aftershock she caused. She almost came purely from the excitement.
"Good girl…" Batman muttered, which was the last straw, sending a massive orgasm through Harley. She cried out, her body giving into the shudders of pleasure going through her.
As soon as she could move again, Harley once again gripped Batman's cock in her hand and moved her panting lips towards it.
"That will be all, Harleen. That will be all…" Batman groaned, pulling Harley back by a fistful of her hair.
Harley let out a happy sigh. "You sure about that, Bats? I could keep going." She offered with a wide smile.
"I'm sure." Batman smirked. "I have-"
"-responsibilities…because I'm Batman and I have to do my Batman stuff." Harley mocked, doing her best Batman voice with her index fingers at the side of her head as bat ears to complete the impersonation. When Batman raised a skeptical eyebrow, Harley grinned again. "That was you, by the way."
"Yeah." Batman grumbled. "I got that."
"I'm not going to stay and have awesome sex because I like to beat up bad people." Harley continued her impression, reaching next to the bed to wrap Batman's discarded cape around herself to complete the look.
"Take that off."
Harley grinned wider. "Why don't you take it off me, Bats?"
Batman stood up and held out his hand, expectantly. Harley merely sighed and gave him the cape back. "Thank you."
"You're no fun." Harley pouted, though she was still smiling so it didn't completely work.
"Interesting. That was not the overall feeling I've been getting from you lately."
"That wasn't what you said last night." Harley rolled her eyes. "Much funnier way of saying the same thing. Ya know, just for future reference."
"I have no interest in being funny." Batman replied, now fully dressed.
"Bats?" Harley started.
"Harleen."
"Um…this has…been a blast. You know…you come by…fuck me senseless…it's awesome…"
"But?" Batman asked, curiously.
" But then you leave and I'm left here all alone in this room until you come back… I know it's a much better deal than being at Arkham and all but I can't even see what time of day it is, ya know? You're pretty much my everything at the moment, which I get is the point, it's how you control me and all. But…I'm no threat to you anymore. Before, it…seemed like I got more freedom the more I went along with the program, and I don't…think I could possibly…be more along with the program than I am at the moment…so…is…this it, or am I doing something wrong…?"
Batman paused, deeply looking at Harley without even a trace of perversion in his gaze, despite the fact that the jester was still currently naked. "What do you want, Harleen?"
Harley's eyes narrowed. He asked this question a lot. It always made her think she gave the wrong answer. "I want you to stay with me… But you can't…I get that…so…I just…I want…I want to be able to do more than just watch news and wait on the bed for you to sweep me off my feet again. I'll be a good girl…I promise…"
"I know you will." Batman responded with a smirk. Harley flashed him a look. They both knew she used that wording so that he would say it back and he made a very blatant decision not to. "I'll think about it, Harleen."
"That's not much of an answer…" Harley grumbled. But before she knew what was happening, Batman was standing right in front of her, almost pressed against her body. "…hi…" She squeaked.
Batman's gloved hand touched her cheek. "You're proceeding along very nicely, Harleen. Good job."
At the word 'good', a tremble went through Harley's body and her eyes glazed over as she wrapped her arms around Batman's neck and tried to pull him into a kiss, 'tried' being the operative word. Batman didn't budge, and instead put his finger to Harley's lips, pushing her back.
"Sorry…" Harley moaned, mostly but not completely out of her trance. "I'm affectionate…"
"I've noticed." Batman had let Harley kiss him once, and not a single time since then and it wasn't for her lack of trying. "Focus, Harleen."
"I'm focusing, I'm focusing…look at me over here…focusing like a pro…at focusing…"
"Harleen."
"Okay, okay…" Harley muttered, releasing Batman from her hold and leaving her hands behind her back.
Batman patted Harley's head. "Good girl." As the shudder of pleasure went through her, driving Harley to her knees, Batman started to leave.
As Harley panted on the floor, she glanced at the closing door thinking, 'I am… his pet…literally his pet…why does that turn me on so much…?' Grinning back, Harley asked, "What do you want me to wear tomorrow, Bats?"
Batman paused, the doors almost closed. "Surprise me."
Day 22
Harley moaned softly as she turned over. She felt really groggy. It was a familiar feeling, but one she hadn't felt for awhile. Apparently Harley had been gassed last night, something that hadn't happened since she'd been released from the table. The bed she was currently on was so ridiculously comfortable. Harley could feel herself sinking into her pillows and it was absolutely delicious. In fact, it took her awhile to realize that this bed was way more comfortable than the one she'd been sleeping in previously. And it was upon that realization that Harley suddenly shot up. Sure enough, she was in a completely different room now, and a fancy room it was. And there was a window!
Hopping out of the bed, Harley looked outside for the first time in who knows how long. Judging from the sunlight, it was late in the afternoon. The jester let out a happy sigh as she soaked up the fading sunlight coming in from the window. A smile slowly crossed her face as she sensed him. Batman was behind her, in the doorway.
As Harley turned around, her smile beaming, though she realized pretty quickly that her senses seemed to be wrong in this case. Someone was standing in the doorway watching her, but he wasn't Batman. Had this been a few weeks ago she probably would have been more worried about someone seeing her naked, but she'd been naked so much during her 'sessions', it hadn't even really triggered that she should have been worried until after the fact. At the moment, she was curious who was at the door. "…Bruce Wayne?"
"Ms. Quinzel." Bruce replied, politely.
"What you doing h-?" Harley stopped when she looked around the room again. "What am I doing-?" Batman. Wayne Enterprises funds Batman…that was the connection here.
"You're in Wayne Mansion, Ms. Quinzel. You are quite safe here."
"Where's Batman?" Harley asked. Though to be honest, she was finding herself steadily distracted. That same insatiable lust that went through her whenever she saw Batman was happening with Bruce as well. It was almost frustrating. And it made no sense. Why would Batman make her like this with every guy she sees? That seemed very…counterproductive…
"Batman's…preoccupied…" Bruce smirked. "Are you hungry?"
"Starving!" Harley squealed. And she was actually pretty hungry, which made her curious if she'd been out for longer than she realized.
"Well then, you should get dressed. Dinner is being made for us downstairs."
"Are we fucking too?" Harley asked suddenly. Maybe it wasn't every guy she saw…maybe it was just Batman and Bruce Wayne.
Bruce chuckled. "I'm only offering dinner in the literal sense, Ms. Quinzel."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Ms. Quinzel?"
"I was thinking…" Harley wrapped her arms around herself. "This whole thing's supposed to be an experiment, right? Maybe I did something wrong and failed it and Batman gave up on me and gave me to you."
"Ms. Quinzel, that isn't-"
"Maybe he thought I asked too many questions or maybe its Batman's cape you don't touch…I thought that was Superman's thing…"
"Ms. Quinzel…"
"I was trying! I did everything he wanted me to! I even enjoyed it! If there was anything else he wanted he could have just told me, but he's always so cryptic about-"
"HARLEEN! ENOUGH!"
"Okay! Geeze, Bats! No need to yell, I can hear you just-" And then it all clicked. Harley froze in place, looking at Bruce Wayne with new eyes. Eyes that explained her extreme attraction to him, and eyes that couldn't be any wider. "Oh my GOD! I knew it!"
This caused Bruce's eyes to bulge a well, though his reaction was much more subtle. "You…knew?"
"Well, not about you being Batman." Harley rolled her eyes. "That's still giving me brainsplosions all over the place. Bop! Pow! Zap! All over the place! I was just talking about with you seeing your parents being killed like that and all." Harley paused. There was a sudden…feeling of uneasiness that went through her, a sense that she should absolutely change the subject…NOW…but Batman was the one who was always telling her to focus, especially when she was in the middle of making a point, so she forced herself to continue. "Well…you were…so young when that happened, I just didn't think it was physically possible for you to be as fine as you seem unless…you had like…the most awesome fucking psychiatrist known to man."
"…Please don't try to psychoanalyze me, Ms. Quinzel."
"Please don't call me Ms. Quinzel, Brucey. I think we're beyond that, ya know? And I can't help trying to psychoanalyze you. I'm a psychiatrist, deal with it. Anyway, I knew there was no way in Hell you could be normal with that kind of trauma. I just assumed you had really kinky sexual interests or something…which…you kinda do now that I think about it… Heh heh, 'Mr. Grey will see you now'…"
"Harleen."
"Yes, Brucey?" Harley answered, donning her most sweet expression.
"Dinner. Downstairs."
Harley sighed, exasperated. "Fine…how should I dress?" She asked, eyeing Bruce's suit which was probably so expensive she would have stolen it right off of him before all of this. This train of thought quickly turned into her practically raping Bruce with her eyes.
"I already answered that question, Harleen."
Harley cocked her head to the side. "When did y-? Oh!" Once again, Harley could hear Batman's voice in her head, 'Surprise me.' Thinking on that, Harley smiled widely. "As you wish, Brucey. You gonna watch?"
"I'll be waiting out here." Bruce replied bluntly, closing the door.
"No fun at all…" Harley sighed, begrudgingly accepting Bruce's words as she looked through the closet. Everything was sorted the same way as in her previous room, so she was able to find what she wanted pretty quickly. It took a few minutes to put it on and a couple more after that to do her hair, still avoiding pigtails. But after that was done, Harley stepped out in a black strapless dress with a slit up the side, allowing her hair to cover one of her eyes. "What do you think, Brucey? I call this my Talia look. That way I can look like a total whore but it's okay because I look like a high priced one."
"You're fine, Harleen." Bruce stated with a smile. "Though I'm pretty sure Talia wouldn't appreciate that description."
Harley chuckled. "This is how you wanted me to dress isn't it?" Bruce's smile was enough of a reply to get that confirmation. "What if I'd come out topless? Or if I'd worn that bondage outfit you had me try out a few days ago?"
"Then you would have found tonight a bit…awkward. That isn't the case, now is it? You look lovely."
"Aw Bats, you're gonna make me blush if you keep up with the compliments like that." Harley responded, and then suddenly her smile vanished. That feeling of unease she had before when she mentioned Bruce's parents returned with a vengeance and looking up, she saw Bruce glaring a hole into her.
"You like nicknames. That, I'm fine with. However, when I am Batman you will refer to me as such, and when I'm Bruce, you will also refer to me as such. You will not mix up the two again under any circumstance. Am I clear?" While Bruce's words were calm, there was a definite sting in the way he delivered them of both a figurative and literal nature.
"Okay! Okay!" By the time Bruce had gotten to the end of his scolding, Harley was almost bent over clutching at her chest. "Please, STOP!" Harley had known that Batman had done a lot of fiddling with her subconscious, her reaction to 'good girl' being proof if nothing else. The pressure she was feeling on herself now was the polar opposite, and the longer Bruce glared at her the more intense it got. "Bruce, I'm sorry!"
Bruce's scowl relaxed, causing Harley to breathe a sigh of relief, almost gasping for breath. "Don't forget it ag-"
"WHAT THE HELL?! That was going too far, Bruce!" Harley roared, making a point of stressing Bruce's name. "I felt like I was gonna die! It was like my heart was literally being ripped out of me! You know I'll do whatever you say! There was no need for that! All you had to do was tell me not to-…for fuck's sake!" Harley suddenly felt very…deflated… "That was…that was something Mistah J would have done… and you're supposed to be better than that…"
Bruce looked slightly stunned from Harley's outburst though he barely showed it. "…I'm sorry, Harleen."
"Oh yeah?! Well I'm-…I'm sorry, did you just apologize?" As much as this day seemed to be about throwing Harley off, Batman apologizing was a doozy. He'd made it very clear that he was to become the most dominant force in her life. He was the Sun, and she was merely a planet caught in his orbit. And usually dominance like that stems from a level of infallibility. Just apologizing like that didn't make sense…unless it was to throw her off again… Harley's eyes bulged as she realized Bruce was standing right in front of her. It always weirded her out when he just…teleported in front of her like that…of course it could have been that she wasn't paying attention, but he's Batman, she liked to think that he teleported.
"Yes, I did. You were right. That particular punishment was overkill. It shouldn't have been that intense of a reaction and you won't have to worry about it anymore. Are you still in any pain?"
"Uh…" Harley was feeling some emotional whiplash at the moment, though Bruce was able to read the situation considering her hands were still over her chest. One of the benefits from being the world's greatest detective is picking up on very obvious hints. He leaned forward and removing her hands, pressed his lips just over her heart, an area of her white skin that was mostly accessible because of her dress. The reaction was immediate and just as intense as Bruce's 'omega beam gaze' as Harley would later call it. A lightning bolt of sensations went through Harley body forcing out a long moan. When he kissed her again in the same spot, it felt like her entire body was on fire in the best way. In fact, if he hadn't been holding onto her, she probably would have fallen over…and then he stopped.
"Nonononononooooo it still hurrrrrts!" Harley urged. "Make it better…"
Bruce chuckled. "I think you're fine now, Harleen."
"But…but…but…" Harley blinked as a realization hit her, snapping her out of her begging. "What happens if you kiss my lips?"
"Nothing compared to what happens if I give you permission to kiss me."
Harley's eyes went wide, before they narrowed into a seductive leer. "I guess I have to…earn that…huh?"
"Exactly." Bruce smirked.
"And…" Harley started with a wide smile. "What happens if you kiss my…lips?"
Bruce easily caught on to the innuendo. "You'd pass out. I wouldn't do that, however. Well, I'd kiss you there, but like with all of my triggers I can control the intensity. For example… Good girl."
Harley froze. It was like being horny as Hell, and right when the person of your dreams is about to fuck you, they do and you don't feel a thing. Complete numbness. Massive amounts of excitement, anticipation, and then no pay off whatsoever. "Brucey, that was by far the most evil thing you've ever done to me."
Bruce smiled back. "I'm sure I'll do worse. Come along, Alfred's waiting." With that, he put his arm around Harley's waist and guided them down the staircase.
"But Bruuuuce, you made me all…needy…and wet…and…now that I know who you are…we can fuck naked…and…I can actually feel your skin against me…and…wait, whose Alfred?"
"That would be me, Ms. Quinzel." Alfred chimed in, with a polite nod. "Master Bruce, your table is ready."
"Thank you, Alfred."
"Oh sweet honeycrumpetcakes, he's English!" Harley squealed, clapping her hands. "Do you ever just like, ask him question just so you can hear him talk?"
"I've known Alfred most of my life. I don't really think about his accent."
"I'm glad you find it so pleasing, Ms. Quinzel." Alfred replied, blandly. "I've been working on it for all my life."
Harley paused before squealing again. "And he tells jokes! I think we're going to get along just fine, Freddy."
"…Freddy…" The way Alfred repeated the name made it sound like a swear word he'd never heard before that he'd learned from his children.
"Harleen likes nicknames." Bruce commented to Alfred as he pulled out Harley's chair.
Harley nodded, taking her seat. "It gives me a small bit of consistent control in situations I have no control over. A little dab of order in the chaos. So, what's for grub, Freddy Fred Fred?"
"…Freddy…Fred Fred…" Alfred muttered, walking away.
"Did I break him?" Harley asked, turning to Bruce.
Bruce let out a small laugh. "I think he'll be fine. He's more accustomed to you than you realize."
Harley blanked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"He means that the first course is served." Alfred chimed in.
"Geeze!" Harley jumped. "What is it with you guys appearing out of nowhere?"
"Well its past time you learned the truth, Ms. Quinzel." Alfred started. "I'm actually the real Batman. Master Wayne is merely my Robin."
"Okay, I really like him." Harley grinned widely, turning to Alfred. "However I know you're not Batman, because if you were you'd be the one I want to fu-"
"Ms. Quinzel." Alfred interrupted. "You look very lovely and I expect you to act as a lady."
Bruce smirked. "You heard him."
"Uh…I was only gonna say…um…fuuuuuuu-nnel intooooo…um…, no I got nuthin'" Harley admitted.
"You have the first course, Ms. Quinzel." Alfred uncovered the plates.
"Oooo! Shrimp! Freddy, you're f…fudging awesome."
"Thank you, Ms. Quinzel. Enjoy." Alfred nodded, as he walked away.
"Alfred's been the one making your meals." Bruce commented.
"Get out! I'm looking forward to it then. Seriously though, what's the deal here with the fancy shmancy dinner and everything? It's not like you exactly have to woo me."
Bruce smiled. "You wanted more freedom. You now have free roam of the mansion, except for certain circumstances where you'll be confined to the East Wing."
Harley grinned back. "So you'll hide me away when someone else is here?"
"Something like that. And obviously you don't have access to the Batcave."
"THE BATCAVE IS HERE?!" Harley shrieked.
"Of course not. It's a cave. It's under here." Bruce replied, calmly eating his scampi.
"…So when I go up another phase or two, I might get to see the Batcave?"
"You might."
"And we can have sex in the Batmobile? I've always wanted to have sex in the Batmobile." Harley stated, happily.
"I make no promises about that one." Bruce replied, with a smirk.
"So you've never had sex in the Batmobile?"
"That wasn't what I said."
"Awww…" Harley then found herself getting very thoughtful. "So…by the time this is all…over…I'll have complete freedom, I'm assuming? Except for you…I don't think I'll ever be able to be too far from you no matter how much freedom you give me…"
"Hm, imagine that." Bruce replied, still grinning.
"You better hope you never get bored with me." Harley grinned back. "I'll become the worst stalker you ever had."
"You think I don't have a plan for that possibility?"
"I think…" Harley's breath caught for a second. There was something in the way that Bruce looked when he said that, that went all through her from her toes to her naughty bits. "I think that…I'm sooooo horny right now, which means that Freddy is right there with the second course."
"It's potato and bacon soup, Ms. Quinzel." Alfred responded, placing down the bowls.
"Sorry Freddy…I'm trying to control myself, honest." Harley fidgeted as Alfred took the plates from the first course.
"I'm fully aware of your condition, Ms. Quinzel. You're performing quite admirably."
Condition? That was when it clicked again. "I get it…I totally get it, Bruce. I get why I'm here and I…you are the most evil person I know…"
Bruce sipped some of his soup before. "Mmm, delicious."
"How long am I going to be around you before we can have sex?"
"You should try the soup, Harleen. It's really good."
"Bruce…" Harley whimpered. "Stop teasing me…"
"If you're going to stay here, you're going to need to learn how to control yourself, Harleen. Eat your soup."
Harley let out a long sigh as she tried the soup. "Hot damn, that's good…" She said, with genuine surprise.
"Told you." Bruce responded, taking another spoonful.
"So after dinner then?"
Bruce sighed. "After dessert."
Harley took a deep breath. This was currently the longest she'd been close to Batman without some form of sexual gratification, and it was definitely showing on her. Her body needed that fix and it was not happy with her right now. Or a better way of saying it might be it was ridiculously happy right now. But she could do this. Besides, if she just launched herself over the dinner table at him, it would make things so awkward for Freddy when he came back with the main course. Maybe she could be the main course. If Bruce wanted to eat her, she'd be all for it. She couldn't help but to think to the first and only time that Batman went down on her. He knew she loved it, and he was lording it over her like a…sexy…carrot.
"Harleen. Focus." Bruce stated.
"I am focusing…" Harley muttered back. "About a carrot."
"Focus on something else." Bruce assumed carrot was some…odd innuendo. "You just found out that I'm Batman. There's really nothing else that can distract you?"
"Well…" Harley shrugged. "That makes complete sense… You saw what happened when there wasn't any justice, so you went out of your way to make yourself into justice, personified. It also explains why you're such a control freak."
"When the lady's right, she's right." Alfred replied, appearing out of nowhere again, scooping up the soup bowls and placing down the main course.
"I think Harleen is having a bad influence on you, Alfred."
"That might very well be the case. Enjoy the filet mignon, Master Bruce. Ms. Quinzel."
"I'm not saying you being a control freak is a bad thing. I think it's sexy." Harley said, cutting her steak. "I think it's…really…really…sexy… Soooo sexy…"
Bruce chuckled. "Harleen. Focus."
"I wish you wouldn't do that…"
Bruce suddenly looked curious. "Do what?"
Harley smirked. "You think I, of all people, don't know a fake laugh when I hear one?" Her smile became wider as Bruce had a slightly shocked expression. "You act completely different as Bruce Wayne and Batman, and I never would have figured it out if you hadn't told me, but every single smile and laugh you've ever done in front of me is faker than Catwoman's tits."
"They're not actually fake."
Harley sighed. "You just…you just couldn't give me that one, could ya? It's like those things have their own gravity."
"So do yours, I might add."
"Awww, ya think?" Harley beamed. "Seriously though. I'm going to make you laugh at some point. A real laugh."
"Good luck with that." Bruce replied. "Any particular reason?"
Harley pondered. "Well…I just get the feeling that you haven't had a legitimately good laugh since you were 8."
"Oh I can absolutely confirm that, Ms. Quinzel." Alfred commented. "Are you enjoying the meal?"
"Oh it's amazing, Freddy. You've outdone yourself. It's like sex in my mouth and I've had a lot of sex in my mouth lately to compare it to."
"I'm…going to take that as a compliment. It's my pleasure, Ms. Quinzel."
"Any clue on what would make him laugh, Freddy?" Harley asked.
"If I ever find anything out, you'll be the first to know." Alfred replied, smirking.
"You do realize you're only encouraging her." Bruce sighed.
"You're the one who said I needed to be distracted." Harley pointed out.
"That is what you said, Master Bruce."
"I can't help but notice that you two keep ganging up on me…" Bruce muttered.
"Maybe because we're right, Brucey. You know the saying. Laughter is the best aphrodisiac."
Bruce sighed. "Medicine, Harleen. Laughter is the best medicine."
"And aphrodisiac. Laughter's all purpose like that." Harley pointed out. "It's like a swiss army bazooka."
"…I'll have to take your word for that, Harleen. And stop that thing you're trying to do with your foot."
"It's almost time for dessert. I just want to make sure you're…ready for me…ya know…see if it was hard…for you to sit across from me like this…" Harley grinned, devilishly.
"Behave, Harleen. Dessert isn't even out yet."
"But Brucey…" Harley pouted.
"You've made it this far, Harleen. I'm sure you can make it the rest of the way. I'm proud of you."
"Oh sure…" Harley sighed. "Try to distract me with praise, while you're at it."
"Is it working?" Bruce asked, with a smirk, only to get Harley sticking out her tongue in response. Bruce's praise meant loads to her and he knew it.
"You know…I've been thinking about something recently…" Harley stated, thoughtfully.
"Do tell."
"Well…I was thinking last night that…I was basically your pet…but…that's not it at all is it? I'm more like…a marionette who still thinks she's a real girl."
Bruce paused and looked over to the jester. "What makes you say that?"
"You have…" Harley started, "…complete and total control over me. I think I can see the strings, but I don't see them at all, do I? I only see what you allow me to…and even that is just another string. It makes me thing I have choices I don't actually have… I know you probably won't answer this but…how many…triggers are there in my head?"
"A lot of them." Bruce answered. "Only a handful of people know who I am behind the cowl. The only way you can know is if-"
"You either trust…or have complete control over me…" Harley finished. "And you're never actually going to trust me…"
"That…is entirely up to you, Harleen." Bruce replied, as Alfred brought the last course.
"A truffle!" Harley squealed as she looked down, successfully distracted from the deep conversation. "I think I've had one of these before. It was called something in French."
Bruce raised a skeptical eyebrow at Harley, knowing that they were over $200 a truffle so there was no way she'd gotten them legally. "I hope you liked them."
"I did…they were amazing…um…Brucey…?" Harley asked, regaining her thoughtful expression. "What's the deal with this ridiculously fancy dinner…like, honestly? Are you…just showing off…or is this how I'm going to be eating from now on or something? There's so many cheaper ways you could have distracted me from sex. Not that I'm complaining…I'm just…curious…"
"This is where I eat when I'm not in the cave, Harleen. And this is how I eat. To answer if this is how you'll be eating from now on, just like in the other room, whenever you're hungry Alfred will get you whatever you want…within reason."
"Within reason?" Harley asked. "He got me fish heads when I asked for them…ya know…when I just wanted to see if he would…"
"I did give you that salmon a couple of minutes after that, Ms. Quinzel. I was merely proving a point."
"You've got a twisted sense of humor, Freddy." Harley suddenly grinned. "I like it."
"It wasn't quite my intention to make a joke, but I'm glad you were amused nonetheless. Now that you both are finished, I'll take those dishes and retire. Have a good night you two."
The moment Alfred left, Harley only had one thing on her mind and was doing her best to hold herself back until Bruce gave the green light. She felt like caged animal, primed and ready to pounce. "Did I do good, Brucey?"
"You did very well, Harleen." Bruce said, holding out his arm. "I think you've more than earned your reward."
"Ooo and what's my reward?" Harley asked, happily letting him lead her.
Bruce smirked down at her. "I'll make sure you don't pass out."
"Why would I pass out, Brucey? You only said I'd pass out if you-…oh…oh, you mean you're gonna…ohmydamn…" Once they got to the room, Harley wasn't sure she'd ever come out of a dress so fast in her life.