Author's Note: Dusty, DCoD, Vaetra - danke, luvs! :-) Cookies for everyone! (Wow, haven't done that in a while...)

Gea - You flatter me... HQ/JK are such an infallible pairing...there aren't really words to describe their relationship because it can be anything at any one time. It's nuts...
As for Wuthering Heights...OMG. That's all. Oh, and don't get me started on Dorian Gray. ;-)


Pop!

"Puddin'…"

She chomped loudly, popping the gum in her mouth and smacking her cherry red lips, muffling sounds further as she attempted to speak.

"Mistah J!"

He cringed inwardly, the sugary sweetness of her voice combined with the scent of the bubble gum nauseated him, warm breath bathing his cheek as she hovered over his shoulder. Pushing her back, he spread spindly arms across the desk, straightening papers and newsprint with exaggerated flourish, ignoring the small disappointed sigh in his ear, hands braced over flared hips in the corner of his eye.

Pop!

"Harley…" he ground out through clenched teeth, swiveling in his chair to face his girl, "Daddy is very busy."

"You always say that!"

He was truly a busy man in his own right – plotting and scheming against the Batman consumed much of his energy, leaving Harley, like a lost puppy, dejected and lonely, yipping and following closely at his heels. She relented, her bottom lip jutted out in a fixed pout, forehead crinkling as she slinked away from his desk.

Pen had scarcely graced the paper in what seemed like an eternity and she was peering across at him from over the edge of the desk. His brow jumped rigidly; amusement was not something he was currently experiencing.

"I thought I told you –"

The look in her eyes was different, a sort of cold stare that devoured his preoccupation, gobbled up his coherence…or perhaps it was the scant, red laced night gown she had donned that demanded his rapt attention. He cocked his head, what a surprise it all was – tangible lengths of smooth pale flesh garnered under constraints as he watched her shoulder back into her black silk robe. Oh, decisions, decisions

"I'll just leave you alone then, sugar."

"Now, now –" he grabbed her hand, pausing her departure and standing fully at her side, moonstruck Cheshire grin growing ever wider as he engaged her in a proverbial waltz, her bare feet snug atop his classy dress shoes as he effortlessly romanced her with all the grace and glam of old time Fred Astaire.

"I'm never too busy for you."



I feel sort of guilting using that last line...my dad actually said that to me...cried like a baby, but it meant a lot, just like I'm sure it meant a lot to Harley. Bah! Sentimentality!!