This series is a set of one-shots that will focus on Nightwing and the women of DC. Only Smut! I don't own DC at all, if I did, then all of the problems in it would be solved. Alas enjoy!

This pairing was asked for by guest (August 11), MASSHERO-95, and nightwing.

Setting: With Joker dead, Harley Quinn commits suicide, hoping to be with her "puddin'" , Deadman makes an appearance to save her soul.

Pairing: Dr. Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) / Dick Grayson (Deadman)


Deadman stood up from the place where Boston Brand entered Swarga, the seventh level of heaven with Rama Kushna.

Deadman turned to his mistress, the goddess Rama Kushna. The dark skinned goddess looked at her new champion with a sad smile.

"You are a better man than you predecessor." The words echoed to him, her voice impossible to hear if he hadn't been given the enlightened powers of the goddess.

"Your first job is to help this soul, " her hand waved to her left, a misty image contorted before twisting into the face of...

"Harley Quinn!" Dick Grayson spoke his surprise. She was dead?

"You will save her." And she was gone.


Harley stared at her body. It had seemed so easy to kill herself, but where was the Joker? Why wasn't she with him?

"How could you, Harley?" Harley spun around, fists drawn. Nightwing stood before her, real as anyone.

"You died. How are you here?" She questioned him. He was paler, much like a ghost to her. Skin chalk white with a white d on the middle of his blue v-shaped armour.

"You died, Harley. We are both ghosts. My job is to help you find yourself. Let me help."

He offered her his hand. The beautiful psychopath shook her head, willing herself to be with the Joker.

"He isn't here Harley, unlike you and I, the Joker didn't have a soul. He was nothing. You have a reason to move forward, so please, let me help you. Salvation is what will make you happy. Only salvation will help your soul find itself."

His voice was like a melody, bringing her in. She let herself fall, knowing that he would catch her.


He took her to Nanda Parbat, the patron city of Rama Kushna. The temples were quiet like always when there wasn't a festival or the songs of the gods weren't being chanted to the high heavens.

To the goddess's most holy shrine, he took her. The poor girl sat with her legs crossed, wondering of this place. Incense burned day and night, the smell wafted towards her nostrils, filling them and clearing her nasal canal. She saw betel leaves around coconuts with rice and spices and colors all around. The stone floor was polished, unblemished by dirt nor footprints. The walls and ceilings were carved from orange stone, with images of great detail cutting across each other. When Harley looked at them, her head pounded with visions of people dancing or fighting, sex or prayer; it didn't matter, she felt a pull in her body to the ancient stone figure in the centre of the room.

A black female stone figure in a red and white traditional Hindu dress sat on a cushioned throne of silk, wood and stone. Her eyes were carved out with huge gemstones in the slits. Red powder was on her forehead along with orange stripes. The clothes had gold woven with the clothing, and all sorts of other valuable beads and rings and necklaces adorned the goddess. A golden crown lay gently on her head, a golden disk on the back of the crown seems to move in the candlelight.

"Rama Kushna. The goddess of everything. The creator. My patron." Deadman said. "I will help you heal in this place. You will lose all earthly attachments and be with your creator."

So she stayed and began her life as a ghostly priestess.


15 months later

"I can't do this! Why haven't I found salvation yet?" Harleen cried. Penance, praying and fasting were tiring her patience. Deadman didn't even look up.

"You still need to lose one more attachment. You are not pure yet. You are not forgiven yet."

"What is left?" She cried out hopelessly.

"Forgive yourself for your suicide. Other than that I don't know if there is anything else you have any more attachments left." She had become pale like him over her stay. Her ghost had no costume on, no face paint. She was just Harleen.

"I need to experience love before I can forgive myself. That's the only thing I never had." Her sad grey eyes looked at him in desperation.

Love? What does she mean? Intimacy? Friendship? Adoration? He voiced his thoughts. "What do you mean by love?"

"No one has ever cared for me. Can I find material happiness before eternal happiness?"

"I'm not in a position to answer that. I don't know."

If real love is what she needs, give her love the best way you can. The words of the immortal goddess spoke in his mind.

"All I can help you with is sex, Harleen. you have given up all other attachments. Sexual healing is it."

"O-Okay. I can handle it. I want it."

Both of their ghostly clothes vanished from their pale bodies.

His clothes never did leave anything to the imagination. The muscular torso was no longer olive toned. It was pale and bluish, but his body was freed of the scars he had accumulated over his life.

Harley was much the same; curvy, beautiful, and looking a little too innocent in the nude.

She walked over to him and put a hand on his chest. They looked into each other's eyes and made a silent agreement. The ghostly couple leaned forward and kissed. It was very hesitant and soft, almost like a first kiss should be.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him in for more. His hands drifted to grip her hips, rubbing her groin with his thickness.

Their bodies seemed more whole all of a sudden. The colour came back into their skin, it was almost like they were alive again.

Dick's huge hands fell to her petite ass and squeezed them with vigor. He lifted her,by her ass and lowered her to his engorged cock. Harleen licked her hand and rubbed it all over the bulbous head.

He groaned into her mouth. She pushed down onto his cock.

It felt amazing when she slid down his huge member. His brain seemed to lack all oxygen and blood. His newly found olive skinned face became red from the pleasurable pressure he felt.

Red liquid trickled down his cock and his thighs. It took a few moments for him to register the blood from her hymen.

Harleen continued to rock her hips on his cock. By muscle memory, Dick slammed his hips against hers, the pair building a rhythm to their lovemaking.

He leaned his head down and captured a pink nipple with his teeth. Harley threw her head back and moaned delightedly.

His hot mouth sucked on her nipple, encouraging the sensitive peak to harden. His tongue circled the abused nipple.

The hero's right hand cupped her left breast and massaged it. Light fingers grazed over her other nipple, sending spasms of pleasure down her spine to her toes. The dark haired man continued his assault on her upper chest while he pounded into her.

The squelching sounds of their sex moved through the chambers and echoed down the halls of the monastery.

"Uhh... Mmmhmm... Uhm.." The woman ground out her pleasure. The heat was pooling in her like never before. It felt so good to have someone make her feel so special. The Joker had never done that. He had raped her and beat her.

Immediately she felt dirty from her days as The Joker's harlequin; what he would wear as his shield.

Though her thoughts went back to the wonderful man who had come to save her soul. The one who made love to her at that moment. Harleen came quickly without any thought. She cried her delight. Dick moved his head back and forth between her nipples, but his right hand moved to finger her clit.

The bundle of nerves reacted happily to his touch. She came down from her high point and felt the pleasure building again. This time, she was determined to cum with him.

She forced her mouth on his, kissing him with every fibre of her being as their pace increased and the sounds of slapping flesh became louder and more painful by the second.

Dick pushed her body against a wall and continued to slam his hips upwards into her inviting heat.

In what felt like hours, but was really forty minutes, they went over the edge.

The couple groaned as the climaxed. Their juices mingles and they kissed passionately.

He walked with her in his arms, legs still wrapped around him, towards her living space.

Dick placed her on the floor mattress and covered herself with him. She spread her legs invitingly and he accepted her invitation. They continued their ritual of physical love again. The sex became more frantic as both felt the tug of their mother goddess pulling Harley from Dick. They climaxed two more times before they were truly spent.

After a few minutes of panting, their bodies transformed back into their ghostly apparitions.

"I never did know your name. Will you tell me?"

"Dick Grayson. The world class acrobat."

"Thank you Dick Grayson." Harleen Quinzel said to her amour. A sad smile took place on her face. "We'll meet again, but as friends. I owe you everything I have, which is nothing but happiness. Thank you."

"I'll miss you, Harleen."

With a gentle kiss, she disappeared. Harley Quinn had made her peace.


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