Part 4
Harley woke, once again, in the Batcave. She quickly sat up, to find she had been lying comfortably on a soft bed with red satin sheets. The comforter was a beautiful shade of royal blue with the most intricate red flower design sweeping across the area of the spread. She turned to her left to see a bedside table. Sitting atop were two candles holding the only visible, dim yet romantic lighting in the cave, a bouquet of red and black wildflowers and a plate of strategically placed appetizers in the shape of a heart. She turned to her right, and was startled by the sight of Batman staring at her.
"Didn't mean to scare you," he said, in a gentle, soothing voice.
"Ya know, Bats, you really shouldn't stare. It's impolite," she said in a playfully stuck-up tone.
"I can't help it. You're just so beautiful."
Harley blushed. She stood up and stretched, her medium length blonde hair was perfectly messy and her make up was smudged but sexy. She walked around a little, and Batman got up to follow her. "So, Batsy, I didn't notice that big bed last time I was here."
"Oh, well, that's because I set it up just for you," he said, embarrassed.
Harley sat on top of a computer desk with her legs crossed and a look on her face that almost taunted Batman to "come play."
She was clad in her usual jester attire, a shiny, metallic material that shone in the dim light and hugged her perfect body.
Batman walked over to her, slowly, afraid of what she might do. He was afraid, but something was driving him towards her. He didn't know what. It was a strangeā¦urge. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it.
Harley felt strangely comforted by Batman's presence. As he strode toward her, she anticipated every second. Every step closer he got to her, it was like an eternity of waiting. Her heart beat faster. He walked faster, and with one smooth, continuous stride, he took the last step toward her, grabbed her waist, pulled her in and kissed her hard and passionate. All without once breaking eye contact with her.
He pulled away, and Harley followed. Both their minds were racing. Batman was thinking about how amazing this was. He thought he finally got her. He didn't care how evil or maniacal she was. He didn't care if she was still "The Joker's girl." All he cared about was the fact that he had her in a warm embrace and she was his to take.
Harley was thinking, too, about how amazing this was. She was seeing a side of Batman that no one had ever seen before. He was romantic, he had a calm, soothing voice instead of that gruff, intimidating one, and he was one HELL of a kisser. Not once did the thought of Joker cross her mind. She was focused on the warmth of Batman's lips against hers.
As they broke finally broke away after an eternity and a half of sheer bliss, Harley just stared up at Batman. She wrapped her hands around his neck and found the back of his mask. "You have always known who I am, and I've always wanted to know who you are," she said. He just stared at her. "Who is the man behind the Bat?" she asked.
Just as she was about to unmask him, he pulled her hand away. He placed her hands on her lap, and unmasked himself.
