Day 40

"Be honest." Nightwing asked, smirking as he twirled into a spin kick. "I'm totally your favorite person to train with, right?"

Harley ducked, rolled under him and tried to sweep his leg when he landed. "Sorry Dick, that's Cass." She dashed after him when he backflipped away from her attack.

Nightwing put his hand over his chest in an exaggerated motion. "My heart! I don't know if it can take the disappointment!"

Harley chuckled, going for another attack. "Nothing personal, Dick. Cass's fighting style is obviously what Bruce wants me to learn. It's also damn near impossible to mimic. She fights me completely differently each time."

"Really?" Nightwing smirked again, swiftly moving out of the way of her strikes. "You do realize that if you're trying to fight like Cass, then you're trying to master about 120 different fighting styles all at once. Not exactly surprised you're having some issues with that."

"127 according to the 'Lifetime of Combat Knowledge' holodisk that she gave me." Harley sighed. "It's nice to have names to all of it, but I learn a little better by just doing it. It's all so…fluid with her."

"Of course it is. It took Cass eight years of not just learning martial arts but literally living it 24/7. It was brutal, but you can't argue the results. She might…arguably be the best martial artist on the planet." You could hear in Dick's voice, the warning he was trying to give Harley. What exactly she was trying to aspire to.

Harley grinned back and mounted another attack. "I'm not an idiot, Dick. I know I'm not going to learn it overnight, but the harder I work, the more I'm able to take in…the closer I can get to that. And the more effective I'll be out there. It's like…physical psychology. It intrigues me."

"You are learning pretty quickly." Nightwing smirked, catching Harley's foot and spinning her around. "I am a little curious about the specifics. You know…about how you're learning it and all… Maybe I'll be able to learn reading body language through sex as well…you never know…" He flashed her a teasing wink.

"Well…" Harley started, using Nightwing's hold as leverage for a kick with her other foot. "First, Bruce got a head start on me. I didn't even realize it was happening. Like…he always fucked me good, but he started reading me without me knowing and fucking me better and better, right?"

Dick recoiled with the kick but recovered pretty quickly, and went for an attack of his own. "Right..."

Harley smiled widely, deflecting the blow. "So he got me nice and desperately horny and then egged me into a situation where I needed to make him cum first."

"Usually not exactly a chore with most guys." Dick chuckled, going for another attack.

"You'd think that. But no, it was quite the chore. It felt like I was riding his dick for ages." Just as Harley thought, the raunchier her details got, the less focused Dick was and the slower he moved, making it easier to read him. "But he was kinda fighting me the whole time, ya know? Like, I could tell he wanted to cum real bad but he was able to hold it back for so long. So it forced me fuck him really, really good too. Move just the right ways…Read what he needed…" Her hips moved suggestively, as she spun out of the attack.

"Yeah…definitely important…" Dick cleared his throat, switching fighting stances. "So…you get turned on every time you're reading someone?"

"A little, I guess...but mostly I'm so focused on trying to act and react with the information that my attention is pretty spent." It was almost like a spark. She saw the opening and immediately took advantage, flipping forward and latching onto Dick's back, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Nightwing had a fraction of second to get his fingers in between Harley's arms and his neck and he made the most of it. Gritting his teeth, he started using his strength advantage. Though Harley was surprisingly strong for her size. He needed all the focus he could muster.

"I think Bats knows that though. At first we were fucking almost every day. Now it's closer to once every four. You have no idea how…frustrating…that is." Harley spoke, making a point of breathing against Dick's ear. "I'm so ravenous right now, it's ridiculous."

"Heh, remind me to tell you about the time way back when me and the first Batgirl were stuck in a safe together. I know the feeling."

Harley knew how flexible Nightwing was and used that to her advantage, strengthening the hold. "Well, we have time." She flashed a wide smile. "You won't be going anywhere anytime soon until you give up or pass out."

"That…is what you think." Nightwing growled, struggling against the hold. "You know though…wouldn't be entirely opposed to taking one for the team if it's that unbearable."

Harley laughed, which did to be fair, loosen her hold momentarily. "Thanks for the offer, Dick but…I don't think that would work for me. I'm sure I'd rock your world Cutie, but you wouldn't rock mine."

Dick gave an exaggerated gasp before taking advantage if Harley's slacking grip and forcing her to get him in another hold altogether. "So you say, Harley. I have definitely not gotten any complaints."

"Oh I'm sure you haven't." Harley grinned. She saw she wasn't the only one playing mind games. She couldn't remember the last time someone called her 'Harley'. She wasn't going to let up on him again though. "But I'm sure none of them have fucked Bruce." She flashed Nightwing a wink, which he could now see from their current position. "Besides. I'm sure he'd know if I did fuck anyone else. He knows all. Like a bat themed Buddha."

"He knows all?" Dick chuckled, trying to shift his weight. "Spoken like someone who's never fucked in the Batmobile before."

"Oh fuck you, Dick!" Harley growled, once again having to keep him down in another hold. "You know how bad I want to do that!"

"Just saying…it's glorious." Dick teased, a knowing grin on his lips despite the hold.

Harley growled again, tightening the hold for good measure. "So…who was it?"

"Who was what?" Dick asked, letting the hold happen for now.

"In the Batmobile with you, of course! Spill!" Harley grinned again.

"Why don't you tell me, Ms. Bodyreading Psychiatrist?"

"That's Dr. Bodyreading Psychiatrist to you, thank you very much!" Harley huffed.

"My deepest apologies." Dick grinned. "You have the floor, Doctor."

Harley relaxed her hold slightly since Dick obviously didn't care about getting out of it at the moment. "Well…Babs strikes me as someone who respects Batman too much to fuck in his car…which also crosses Cass off the list, not that I think you'd have the balls to even try to put your dick in her."

Dick chuckled. "You are absolutely right about that."

"Steph is too young for you…if it was one of the Titans or anyone super powered, they probably would have wrecked the car so you probably wouldn't take the chance…" This comment also garnered a small laugh and a shrug from the former boy wonder. "…definitely not a civilian…"

"Give up?" Dick smirked.

"Huntress." Harley emphatically answered.

The bulge in Dick's eyes let Harley know she was right and she beamed back at him.

"I, as someone trained by the world's greatest detective, bow to your deductive process."

Harley basked in the praise. "Hey, I used to be one of the bad guys remember? We spend an unholy amount of time debating which heroes are fucking which. It's what we do."

"Huh…interesting fact, we do the same for the villains. Go figure." Dick smiled back.

"And since we're on the subject…" Harley started, with a mischievous smirk. "I heard Huntress fucked Arsenal too. Anyone else you two shared?"

This also got quite the reaction from the former Robin. "You think Selina's going to be pissed when she finds out about you and Bruce?"

There was a very loud silence between the two before Harley finally said, "…so you want a truce is what you're saying here?"

"A truce would be nice." Nightwing replied. His amused smile faded when he saw the expression on Harley's face become suddenly serious. "What's wrong?"

"I'm really horny." Harley bluntly responded, the complaint clear in her voice.

"Er…" Nightwing fidgeted as he felt Harley letting go of him and standing up. "You know I was just kidding when I-"

"Wasn't talking to you, Dick. No offense." Harley looked back from the dark corner she'd been facing to give Nightwing a quick wink.

"None taken." He responded with a toothy grin.

"I'm impressed, Harleen." Batman began, stepping from the shadows. "A little over a week and you were able to best Nightwing."

While normally any praise from Batman filled Harley with glee, there was something of a hidden threat in his words. It had shocked her enough that she wasn't able to explain that Nightwing was far from going all out on her. She always felt he held back considerably, especially compared to Cass, who might have been holding back but it sure as Hell didn't feel like it.

"I'd like to see for myself." Batman made his way down, nodding for Dick to move. When Harley got his meaning, her heart immediately sank. After all, the hardest person for her to focus on reading would be him. She was already trying to wrestle her libido down just being this close to him. As she looked over his body, surely enough she damn near melted. She wasn't ready for this. And that's ignoring the fact that she had as much chance of defeating Bruce in a spar as she did of seeing Alfred twerking. Though that mental image did make her smile.

"I'm happy you feel so confident." Batman's voice broke through her imagination, drawing her attention once more as he struck a fighting stance.

'Oh God…' Harley mentally moaned, a wave of need washing over her as she instinctively tried to read him. She was going to lose. Spectacularly. She was going to fail him. And he had to know this. That was the point. This was a punishment for something. Unfortunately, as she was about to fight Batman she couldn't really ponder the specifics. It's funny how little she worried about fighting him before all of this started, even knowing she would probably lose. Failure carried a much more significant weight to her now.

She took a deep breath and Batman attacked. Therein lied the problem. Her brain processed that the punch was coming, but he moved so quickly that it was a moot point. By the time she tried to duck to the side to avoid it, the fist was colliding into her ribs. The pain was instantaneous. It was a good thing. It helped her focus.

Not that it mattered. Cass…and Batman as well for that matter, moved almost superhumanly fast. Harley just wasn't at that level yet. Not even in the ballpark. She couldn't bait him like Damian, and she couldn't distract him like Dick or Tim. She couldn't even seduce him because she knew that he had full control of those desires. She was the one who had problems keeping those under control.

All she could really do to survive this was try to read him faster so she had more time to react and attack when she wasn't defending…which wasn't very often. Some of her attacks even connected, for all the good it did. Batman hadn't slowed down one iota since the spar had started.

"Um…Batman?" Nightwing spoke up, wincing slightly. "I think she's had enough."

"Shut up, Dick!" Both Batman and Harley said in unison. Bruce looked momentarily shocked when he saw that Harley agreed with him.

"I can take it." She said confidently, the smile firmly on her face. Harley didn't know when it hit her but at some point she just accepted the fact that she was going to lose and there was nothing she could do but show Batman how long it would take to put her all the way down. And that was the only way she was going to give up. She was going to either pass out from exhaustion or he was going to have to knock her out. There would be no other option. She didn't care if they fought for hours. This wasn't going to end until he ended it.

"Come on, Bats!" She urged, going for his legs.


Harley groaned, the soreness radiating through her body as she opened her eyes. Someone was touching her.

"Please stay still, Dr. Quinzel." Alfred gently nudged her back on the table.

"Ugh…Freddy? What happened?"

Alfred's eyes narrowed into a glare which he shot in the distance. "A 'lesson' gone too far. No matter how much he tries to justify it."

"Relax, Freddy. I'm fine." Harley flashed a smile. And for the most part she was. She felt a little bruised but mostly she was just sore and really tired.

"You are not fine." Alfred insisted, once more trying to keep Harley on the table when she tried to turn to see Batman, who she could feel was nearby.

"You're a doctor too?" Harley asked, curiously. Alfred was actually as much of a mystery to her as anyone else. He absolutely knew what he was doing though.

"I might as well be." Alfred sighed.

"I made a point not to really hurt her." A very familiar voice stated in the distance. "She just hit the ground a lot."

"What he said." Harley nodded, trying to move her head to see Bruce.

"Excessive is excessive. No offense to you, Dr. Quinzel but you're hardly in the best position to judge Master Bruce's actions without a particular…biase." He turned in the direction she assumed Batman was in. "If these are going to be your methods, you might as well have let Cassandra's father do the job."

"You're exaggerating, Alfred. This was necessary."

Alfred glared again. "I don't see how working the girl over until she passes out from exhaustion was helpful to her in any way."

"It wasn't about me." Harley responded. "It was Dick. He kept taking it easy on me, so Bats wanted to show him what I could actually take." She really wished she could see Batman from where she was on the table. She could tell from Alfred's face that she hit the nail on the head.

"I wanted you to see how far away your limits were as well." Batman added.

"Regardless," Alfred started. "The young lady will be taking tomorrow off."

Harley smiled warmly at him. "Sorry, Freddy but that's kind of up to-"

"No training. No spending hours in the holoroom. You are to relax. Am I understood?" Alfred didn't raise his voice, but there was a stern determination that she couldn't argue with.

"Yes, sir…" Harley murmured.

Once Alfred was sure that Harley was fine and had left to make them dinner, she hopped off the table and her body immediately made her regret the action. Maybe taking a day off was a good idea. She gingerly made her way to where Batman was in the distance.

"You did well, Harleen." Batman said, his eyes staying on the screen studying what appeared to be criminal profiles.

"Thanks!" Harley squealed, beaming at the praise, before draping herself on his shoulder. "Can I show you something, Bats?"

"Harleen. I would have given you tomorrow off regardless. You're in no position to…show me…anything. At least not to the standards I now expect from you."

Harley's face fell into a pout. "That wasn't even what I was talking about…but knowing it's not on the table now just makes me…just…just…oh God…" Harley purred as Batman ran his fingers through her hair, still keeping his eyes on the screen. "Is…is this a trigger or am I just that starved for affection? Because this is fucking awesome…"

When Batman didn't answer the question, Harley forced her focus away from his fingers and onto her previous point. "Bats…want to show you something." She repeated.

Batman's fingers stopped and he turned to face her expectantly. Harley visibly gulped and had a massive desire to just tell him it wasn't important. Taking a deep breath, she reached forward and started punching something up onto the screen. "Me, Freddy, and Tim have been working on it. They might have already told you but I asked them not to. I wanted it to be a surprise."

On the middle screen in front of them was an armored red and black costume. It somewhat resembled Nightwing's due the lack of a cape, but it had a half mask similar to Batman's but with red eyes and short, wide ears. The visible mouth sported Harley's bleached skin and a wide smile. There was an image to the side that showed a close up of the gloves that could become claws. Another showed from the back that Harley's hair would be in one long braid, taking advantage of the red and black sides as well as holders for her weapons. Under the costume in bold, dramatic lettering was the codename.

"Hyena?" Batman turned back to Harley. He didn't look happy.

"Well yeah. It fits right? I was worried it would look too Catwomany but-"

"Have you not been listening to anything I've been telling you, Harleen? Harley Quinn is useless to me. That is merely a repackaged Harley Quinn. What I need is a weapon."

"But Batman-…"

"No, Harleen. The answer is no." With that, Batman turned away and faced the screen again.

"No!" Harley suddenly shouted, which got Batman's attention in the worst of ways. It gave her pause, but she continued. "I worked really hard on that! And you know what? You're wrong! I am Harley Quinn. The moment any bad guy so much as hears my voice, he's gonna know. Do you have any idea how many goons Mistah J has had?"

Once Batman realized this wasn't a rhetorical question, he stated, "More than I can be bothered to count for reasons I will never understand, especially considering the life expectancy."

"Exactly, my point, Bats! Exactly!" Harley exclaimed. "And not only have I survived being his longest running 'goon' but I willingly chose to each time, knowing the risk to begin with! People don't always respect me but they do fear me, whether they admit it to themselves or not. It's there. It's useful. If you want to use me as a weapon, don't dull me. I'm the Joker's crazy bitch. Now I'm your crazy bitch. Yeah, I'm not exactly what people expect me to be anymore, and I'll be even less of that after you're done training me but the criminals don't have to know that! Batman, I'm a useful resource and you're wasting me. All I'm asking is that if you're going to use me, use me to my full potential."

There was an awkward pause between the two as Harley finished. She was fully expecting some kind of punishment for the insubordination. And that was fine. She needed to get her point out. Everything else was just details.

"The hammers are unacceptable." He commented, turning back to the screen.

Harley smiled. They were negotiating. And then bit her smile back down. "But I'm strong enough to-"

"And it's a waste of that strength."

Harley pouted. "I like bats too. And that even works because you're-"

"You need an actual weapon, Harleen. Puns aside. I'd suggest a staff."

"But Tim uses a staff. Um…the tonfas look fun, I guess…" Harley begrudgingly mumbled.

"I can work with that." Batman nodded.

Harley walked her fingers across his shoulders. "Um…you know…"

"I already gave you an answer for that, Harleen."

"I know…" Harley fidgeted. "But what if I just…suck your cock and finger myself? You won't even have to stop working."

Batman paused and then turned to her. "You do realize Alfred will be here soon with dinner."

Harley grinned widely. "Guess I should hurry up then, shouldn't I Bats?"

Batman smirked and then went back to his files.