Day Two-Hundred Fifty-Six

I woke up later than usual. I was just so exhausted from the love Bats and I made last night. He was honestly the best I ever had, and I was craving it again. I can't describe just how good he was in bed. He knew how to make me feel loved, comforted, warm. He was unbelievable in bed.

Harley woke up the sounds of birds chirping, and she fluttered open her eyes. Bruce glanced at Harley waking up like a cat in the afternoon, and he had to look away from her beautiful body exposed. Harley got out of bed and saw Bruce sitting on the table eating breakfast from room service. Harley smiled and went up to Bruce from behind. She was still naked, and she wrapped her arms around Bruce warmly, kissing him on his neck. "Mornin', Bats," she giggled.

"Good afternoon, Harley," Bruce replied as indifferently as he could. Bruce's leg started shaking, feeling himself getting hard again. "Eat breakfast with me." Harley smiled and sat down on the chair still naked. "Maybe you should put on some clothes."

"Why? It's only you and me here. And you've already seen my body last night." Harley grabbed a fork and munched down on the food. Bruce tried his best to not glance at Harley once, and he was successfull. Harley noticed how cold Bruce was being to her, and she wondered if it was because he felt awkward around her. Just when Harley opened her mouth to say something, Bruce left the table and went into his room. Harley groaned and wondered what to say to him.

"I'm going out for a swim. Want to join?" he asked walking out of the room with only his swimming shorts on. Harley shook her head quietly and looked back down at her food. Bruce saw how upset Harley looked and though he didn't want to show kindness, he approached her and kissed her sweetly on her lips. "I'll be back." He then left the room and Harley couldn't stop smiling. She put her fingers to her lips where Bruce just kissed her.

Harley didn't know what to do around the room, so she grabbed pen and paper. She sat on the bed and it almost seemed as if it were still wet from last night. Harley started drawing Batman's face on the paper. She tried to draw him as best as her line-doodling skills took her. She then growled and started drawing mustaches on him, warts, and zits all over. She laughed to herself and Bruce came back after his swim. She pretended to not have noticed that he came in the room. He smiled to himself and went into the shower to wash off.

When Bruce came out of the shower, he saw Harley gone except for the piece of paper she was doodling on. Bruce picked up the paper and he laughed. For some reason, Harley's doodle of the Batman seemed so funny to him. He couldn't stop laughing and he folded the paper neatly, packing it into his bag. He left the room and saw Harley looking out the window. "Come on, Harley. Let's go out," Bruce stated.

"Where to, Mistah Wayne?" Harley jumped excitedly.

"Um, just around the area. Wear whatever you like." And Harley did so. She wore the top of her bikini and denim booty shorts with flip flops. Harley came out and Bruce looked away from her body, trying to fight the temptation.

"How do I look, Mistah Wayne? Ya like?"

"Let's go." Bruce led Harley to a nearby park and there were a ton of couples and married families there with their children. He rented out two bikes and when Harley saw the bikes, she froze. "What? You...know how to ride a bike, don't you?"

"Uh...funny you mention that, Mistah Wayne..."

Bruce assured me that riding a bike would be easy. Pf, easy for him! He doesn't realize how hard it is for a 23-year-old girl to ride a bike! That inconsiderate jerk!

"Alright, I have you so don't worry," Bruce said holding onto the back part of the bike as Harley was balancing with the help of Bruce. "I won't let go, Harley."

"Ya better not!" Harley threatened as she tried balancing on the bike. Even when Bruce was holding onto the back part of the bike, Harley fell off the bike. Harley landed with a thud and Bruce couldn't believe it. This villainess who was very acrobatic couldn't even ride a mere bike?

"You have got to be kidding me," Bruce said annoyed of Harley. "You really can't ride a bike, Harley? You really are a fool, aren't you?"

"Hey! Just 'cause I can't ride a bike doesn't mean I'm a fool!" Bruce ignored what Harley said and put his hand out for her to hold. She growled and slapped his hand away, getting up on her two feet by herself. Harley got on the bike again and Bruce held the bike from behind again. Unfortunately, Harley fell off again and Bruce couldn't take it anymore.

Harley whined in pain and she gasped when she saw her knee scraped and lightly bleeding. Harley couldn't help but cry. She just felt so overwhelmed and her anxiety was kicking in. "Why are you crying? Just because you scraped your knee? You've been in worse situations than this," Bruce said indifferent to Harley's crying.

"That's not why I'm crying," Harley whined like a lost puppy. She wobbled onto her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes. "It's just...ya didn't have to call me all those names, ya know. I'm not a fool." Bruce felt bad. He couldn't believe Harley was really crying because he called her a name.

"Okay, okay," Bruce sighed, "I'm sorry. How about I buy you ice cream?"

"Ice cream? I'm not a little kid, Mistah Wayne!"

"How about strawberry ice cream?" Harley immediately stopped crying.

"Can I get two scoops?" Bruce nodded and he and Harley went to the ice cream stand. Bruce bought Harley ice cream and he didn't buy one for himself because he didn't like sweets. Harley licked the ice cream like a child, and Bruce couldn't help but smile. Harley was so childish and she was like a breath of fresh air for Bruce since he was always so serious as Batman.


Day Two-Hundred Sixty-One

It was the last day Bruce and Harley were going to be in Bora Bora together. They had done everything fun on the island, yet they still didn't want to leave. Bruce and Harley sat on a wooden bench overlooking the beautiful ocean horizon. The water was glistening under the sun and Harley scooted closer to Bruce. He smiled and he put his arm around Harley's shoulder, keeping her arm under his wing.

Harley smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder. He smiled and leaned his head on top of hers warmly. The two closed their eyes as the sun set on the beautiful horizon. Once they felt the cold breeze touch their skin, they knew it was time to head back into the hotel. "Let's go back into the hotel, Harley." Bruce got up on his feet, and just when he was about to walk away, Harley immediately hopped onto Bruce's back. "Harley!"

"Piggy-back me, Mistah Wayne!" she giggled cutely. Bruce just smiled and piggy-backed Harley all the way back to their hotel. He set her down gently on the bed and she snuggled under the blankets. Bruce climbed into bed next to her and she kissed him sweetly on his lips. "Mistah Wayne, do ya mind if we don't have sex today?" He looked at her and she continued, "I kinda wanna just...snuggle with ya. Can I?"

Bruce nodded quietly and Harley squealed like a little girl. She wrapped her arms around Bruce and leaned her head on his chest. She could hear his calming heart beat and she smiled. "I can hear your heartbeat, Mistah Wayne." Bruce didn't reply. He just played with Harley's hair, running his fingers through her blonde hair. "It's really soothing," she said with a happy sigh. In just a few seconds, Harley knocked out.

She was snoring gently and Bruce just smiled. He was always so amazed at how Harley knocked out so quickly. It always took him an hour or two to fall asleep. As Bruce stroked Harley's head gently, he felt himself drifting off to sleep. Lately, it didn't take him an hour or two to fall asleep anymore. It took him nearly 5 minutes. He never felt so calm before. He never felt so peaceful and tranquil ever. Maybe he needed to go on more vacations? Or was it because of Harley's comfortable presence? Was it really because of this girl who was going to backstab him?

Bruce looked at Harley sleeping as soundly as a cat. He knew that in the end, Harley was going to betray him. But until then, he thought that maybe, just maybe he can be the one to save Harley from the Joker's clutches. Maybe he can be the one to bring her to her senses.