For this installment let's zoom out of Gotham's grey scale and turn east to the Valley Hills, a piece of property outside the city by 21 miles. The wealthy tend to own vast properties there, usually for a second or third home when fall is around the corner. We zoom in on a particular home owner with 1000 acres at his disposal. This owner keeps his two lives separate because if they ever collide, those he ever cared for would suffer from his actions.
Wayne Manor has been in the family since 1754 when his family immigrated from Europe. His ancestors traded pelts, sold valuables, and hunted for survival. Their business thrived during the American Revolution to supplying rebel troops with munitions and smuggling goods across enemy lines. After the war Bruce's ancestors began making weapons for the union but continued their other ventures. The family was in the black from the start and continued to grow. Building the mansion itself didn't come about until 1781 when they settled down to start a family which would bring future generations to continue the Wayne legacy. Bruce has kept on his own promise to protect the work his parents has done for this city and the preservation of its infrastructure.
In the home of the Bruce Wayne, eccentric playboy billionaire with all anyone could ask for was underground in the east wing of the property. That area was used when Bruce's great great grandfather hid runaway slaves from during a time of civil conflict between ideals. However apparently that wasn't the last time the cave had been used. During a time of prohibition hundred of barrels of bourbons and assorted liquors was kept below. A couple of the barrels were still there, aged sin can taste so smooth. The cave had renovations after Bruce came back to Gotham to fulfill his promise. The bats that hung from the ceiling was a nice touch to the feel of the cave.
Today was Wednesday. Alfred was in the piano room playing three keys precisely. The bookshelf behind it was shifted back and to the left. What appeared was a silver elevator, it looked clean and sterile of anything, no layer of dust seemed to be able to come into contact with it. He went in and descended down into the cavern. As the doors opened he began to walk forward to the open area. The batcave had a rising platform for walkways and the various automobiles as well as aircrafts. Multiple holding sections were installed for Bruce's other toys. Each section was designed for the different type of threats he's had to confront in the last five years. The meta humans have altered the way to deal with core principles of justice.
Alfred was looking for Bruce to hand him a package, this was delivered from Oracle containing a filled binder with a black usb drive. "Master Bruce."
"Up here Alfred." Alfred looks up to notice Bruce standing upside down on the ceiling of the cave. He was well accompanied with a couple vampire bats.
"The package you requested is here sir."
"Good," Bruce walked down from the ceiling to the wall and finally the solid ground. "The blood was rushing to head for longer than I intended."
"Well I can see why." The boots Bruce wore were the kind you couldn't buy at a Dicks.
"I'm trying out a recent prototype Lucius developed in R&D. It's a Polyurethane blend, with an electric current from an arc battery pack in the sole. I figured it would make great for future recon missions."
"That's good sir," He handed Bruce the package. "A word came with this: 'I believe a favor is in order Bruce.'" Bruce smirked. "I can only imagine what she wants. Thank you Alfred."
"You're welcome sir." Bruce took the binder and search it after placing the usb in the batcomputer. "Sir I have to wonder, why have you decided to research particular individual. When it comes to women usually you use your billion dollar smile and added charm." The computer loaded the entire file and displayed the findings.
"Dr. Quinzel.", said Bruce. "I requested this to learn more about my 'co-worker' and her past. Let's see, earned a full gymnast scholarship later becoming salutatorian in Gotham University with a Ph.D. in Psychiatry. Currently working in Arkham Asylum for Intensive Treatment. High profile cases that would boost anyone's career. Many of those she's interviewed have mixed reviews of her methods."
"And that's just the patients?"
"Yes, Dr. Arkham hasn't been too fond of her. Personally I've seen no other to posses her temerity when cutting through the lies, especially with a couple of the 'patients'."
"Still though, everyone has a part of their life they like to keep secret."
"Like their dating history." Alfred skimmed through the papers. "It says she's currently single. Even so, a doctor was never your primary choice when it came to a romantic partner. The occasional model or actress would suite for a man of your divine caliber."
"Huh single, she said she was with someone for about a month now."
"Well the relationship is still new. Remember with Vicki Val.."
"Please don't remind me. Mind setting an appointment my specialty italian restaurant Alvaro's for an 8:00 pm for a private dinner this Friday."
"Of course sir, I'll notify the secretary after the call is made."
"Thank you Alfred."
"You're welcome Bruce." Alfred left the cave to go back to the surface. "His name was Jack...Jack what, dammit."
Now back to the immortal city of Gotham we turn to the Sorkin Street and Snyder Drive to Harleen's townhouse. With the two in bed waking up to the sunrise of the early morning. "Good morning handsome."
"Good morning beautiful. Gonna do the daily grind of work today."
"Nah, I'm calling in sick, wish me luck with my flu impression." Jay handed her his phone. "Thanks puddin." She kissed him while the call transferred.
"Hello."
"Hi Dr. Leland it's Harleen," said in low, tired and somewhat sniffling tone for dramatic effect. "I'm not feeling so well, I think I caught something from a recent doctor's appointment. I don't think I'll be able to make it in today."
"That's alright Harleen I understand. Thank you for letting us know. I'll inform Dr. Arkham. Get some rest and eat some soup."
"Yes, thank you Joan."
"Hopefully we'll see you tomorrow."
"There's a good chance. Bye." Hanging up the phone Jay jumps on top of Harley in a mischievous manner.
"Poor Harley, I think I need to take good care of my newly submitted patient. Don't worry now, Dr. J has all the remedies to heal your ailments." He began to french her with the fullest of tongue. Taking his hands and exploring her body from her legs to her neck. She blushed, feeling her heart contracting with an increasing pace she grabbed his right hand and focused it on her left breast.
"Ya have a prescription for me?"
"I've always laughter to be the best medicine." He played with her inner thigh. A giggling Harley consumed with the urge to return the favor, she smacked his bare ass in heat. His smile widened, taking his hand he hovered around her vagina. Flicking her clit, kissing her full lips, gripping her throat as he furthered in advancing. Spreading her hand in his hair, teasing his cock with the other, biting his lower lip with want.
"Wanna fuck your harley puddin?"
"You never have to ask love." Inserting himself inside her she screamed in pleasure. The bed springs jumped up and down as speed increased. This missionary position was a good choice from the last stunt he pulled from last night. But fear not, doggy style is never out of the equation of achieving full climax. Harley pulled her legs up, J responded by pressing down into his little jester. Sweat was appearing from the constant exercise which still felt somewhat new to him. Only ever making love to one women was a sensation gave him content, Harley is the only woman he ever felt attracted to both physically and emotionally, that would never change.
Feeling himself inside her was well pure bliss for Harley. To have your soulmate, the person you are meant to spend your life with fucking your hot, wet, and tight pussy. God yes.
"Yes Yes Keep thrusting Mistah J!" Her pussy tightened as the urge to cum came quickly. She turned onto her stomach to give her clown a spectacular ass shot.
"My my sweets. Aren't you a horny little girl?"
"Only you can get me wet puddin. And that monster of yours is making me cum on more than one occasion."
"I thought I felt a spray earlier." She grabbed his cock and began licking her juices off it. Feeling her suck him dry lead him to ram it down her throat even further. "Ah yeah I'm gonna cum." Harley kept swirly his tip with her tongue. Feeling a rush a of pleasure shooting through his body J covered his jester in homemade vanilla cream.
"Thank you daddy." She rubbed her breasts spreading his swimmers around making sure there was a thick layer around her nipples.
"My pleasure." He picked up his girl and walked to the shower. Turning on the hot water both felt an awakening sensation to the rest of the day ahead of them. The steam opening their sinuses, relaxing muscles, and bringing a comforting sigh. They cleaned each other off before heading out to get ready for breakfast.
The kitchen was filled with recently bought groceries at the local G-Mart. Harley opened the fridge to see what she could make for her love. "How does an omelette sound puddin?"
"Perfect." The burners were turned to high as the high functioning Harley cut both potatoes and bacon strips. Saute the potatoes with some onions in olive oil always makes the hungriest man satisfied, along with bacon of course.
"Puddin?"
"Yes love."
"Wanna come to a business dinner with a colleague and a city official?" Joker looked at her with some confusion.
"What is the business?"
"Just some discussions on the inmates at Arkham." Ouu now he was intrigued, just the other night he was discussing a similar situation at The Laugh Factory. Granted this definitely is not the same type of idea for an executed plan but a front row seat, why not watch? "Sooo…" Harley asked with uncertainty of what follows from her beloved clown.
"I would love to come to dinner. Don't worry I will be discreet with my appearance when we dine out in the town." It is happy to see a partner support the other in a moment of need or reassurance.
"Oh thank you Mistah J. Believe me, you won't regret this."
"Of course not, I'll be with you." She kissed him deeply on the lips. "I don't what I'd do without you puddin."
"Still be in love with a homicidal clown."
"Yeah."
As the days in the week passed Friday appeared at the end of this work week. The night was dawning for the soon arrival of Saturday. 8:00 p.m. isn't necessarily the latest time to have dinner, but this dinner wasn't meant late night excitement, it's meant for persuasion.
On the side street of Alvaro's a black Mercedes pulled up. What came out was none other than Bruce Wayne. He gave his driver a $100 dollar tip, "I'll be ready around 11."
"Sure thing sir, thank you." The escort drove away from the restaurant into the inner city of the Rhye District. He went into eatery, an old italian man greeted him as he walked into the door.
"Ah Bruce it's so nice to see you again."
"You too Angelo, how's the business?"
"Since you're adoption of it, the customers can't help but notice what I have to offer."
"Do tell, what do you have planned for this dinner.?"
"Eh shrimp linguine alfredo with roasted baby tomatoes and pine nuts. Or the filet mignon seared in olive oil and tousled it with five year aged parmesan. And tradition, spaghetti and meatballs with basil on top."
"Sounds delicious. And the wine selection is ready?"
"Yes. The cellar is stocked and available for your party."
"Thank you Angelo."
"No thank you Bruce." The man leaves to help out the cooks in preparing the meals.
Another car emerges at the side walk. It was a midnight purple colored Audi R8 with Xenon headlights. A man who wore a black suit went around the car to open the door for his date. She thanked him with a quick kiss. Wrapping her white glove hand around his broad arm they both entered the restaurant with a smile.
"Hello all. Sorry for the late arrival. Traffic on the freeway was maddening." said from the man in black. Bruce reached his hand out. "You must be…"
"Jack Napier," said while shaking Bruce's hand. "And this is my lovely dear, Harleen Quinzel." Harleen wore a pink one piece dress expressing her lovely curves. With some white gloves that went near to her elbows there was a hint of a Daisy Buchanan design. She was happy to be on a date with her puddin. Not that they haven't before, each time brings new memories to last for a lifetime.
"Hiya Bruce how are you today?"
"I'm doing well thank you Harleen. Dinner should be just about ready."
"That's hopeful, I'm quite famished." The three sat at the center table at the restaurant. "It's nice to finally meet Bruce, I've heard so much about you."
"I can't say I heard much about you Jack."
"I'm an introvert at heart. Doing a daily routine is fitting and overall relaxing. But recently in my life I found someone who has helped me reevaluate my priorities and goals. It might be a cliche but frankly I feel like the luckiest guy in the world." J noticed a small tear forming in her right. He handed her his pocket square.
"What is it that you do exactly?", Bruce wanted to know more about this mysterious individual.
"I'm a motivational counselor. I help those who may feel blue and I jolt them with positive reinforcement. Some of my patients pass through their conflicts and despair whereas some fall into the abyss. The job is rewarding in its own way and I'm very proud of what I've accomplished." Bruce looked at him oddly.
"It's so uncanny, you look very familiar."
"What can I say Mr. Wayne, I must have one of those faces."
"What did you just say?"
The front door opened. The young District Attorney entered the room and stood to smell the kitchen and embrace the flavors in the air. Bruce stood up to assist him.
"Mr. Mecham, welcome to Alvaro's."
"Quite impressive Bruce. The wait list for this place last time I checked was at least seven months, I do appreciate the invitation though."
"Please Henry, call me whenever you need a time slot." Henry looked at the table two see a couple sitting down laughing.
"I thought it was just going to be us tonight."
"Well Dr. Arkham believed that Dr. Quinzel should assist me in my mission tonight."
"To change my mind with the mayoral council?"
"That and to show you what real italian tastes like, the cannolis here are the best in the entire city."
"I'll be the judge of that Bruce." Henry sat himself down to join the rest. Jack and Harley greeted Mr. Mecham.
"How is Arkham treating you Dr. Quinzel?", Henry asked with no grandeur.
"Like a member of the family, there are times of disagreement and conflict between many but there are those moments of resolve that make it worthwhile. Discovering new ways to help heal those victims are how I contribute to our institution of mental health and well being."
"That is nice to hear."
"I have to ask, why transfer the patients now? I mean you have to realize that moving them from an intensive treatment ward to a maximum security prison will only bring chaos." Henry sighed.
"I do realize there may be complications in the process. However the end result will be keeping the people of Gotham safe from those heathens." The shrimp linguine alfredo was served with sides of garlic bread.
"Dam this is pretty good. I don't even need salt for this.", said Jack. "I'm sorry sweets but you may have your work out for you." Harley gave him a frowny face to which he replied "On second thought, this is a little too oily. It's like the U.S. is trying to invade my plate." The DA laughed from J's small joke. "Always leave em laughing."
As the dinner progressed the DA argued against Harleen and Bruce and in vice versa. Harleen felt like grabbing that man's throat for his complete arrogance for the safety to her patients. Joker would have killed him by now, unfortunately that wouldn't solve the issue. Patience was a virtue he held in entire even after his transformation. This problem he would deal with alone. He wasn't ready to show her the line you can't cross back once stepped over.
The dinner was almost over. The food was delicious but the goal wasn't achieved. The plates were wiped with bread and the tension could be cut with a knife. The oil cups were drained and J's pistol was loaded. Though this was the first attempt, it wasn't the best end result. "Thank you for the dinner tonight Bruce."
"It was my honor Henry. I'll send the chef's your regards."
"Please do. I can barely walk after all that. You're right, their cannolis are the best." Henry left with a face of satisfaction and a full stomach. Bruce was peeved from this failing.
"What the hell was that!" Both Harley and J were surprised from his outburst.
"Excuse me Bruce but I think you should reconsider your tone when addressing my girlfriend."
"Jack I don't believe you have any involvement in this scenario so please, fuck off." Harley was now ready to hit someone.
"Hey, only I can tell my boyfriend to fuck off!"
"It doesn't matter now anyway. Jeremiah won't be happy to hear this." Jack stepped in.
"Oh come now Bruce why should you care what Jeremiah thinks. This isn't over, you said there is still less than two weeks. Who knows, a lot can happen in just a week let alone two." Bruce didn't even respond, he just left. This Friday was a bump but let's see what the rogues come up with. Joker took his Harley for some much needed rest, the meal was still digesting and with the consumption of a couple wines, sleep is necessary.
"Come now pumpkin, let's go home." He escorted Harley to his car and they went off back to her townhouse, to which they both showered and slept in Harley's queen bed at 12:37 a.m. "Goodnight puddin."
"Goodnight love."
One held the other as they drifted off into deep sleep.
