A/N: here comes another installment of Harley's roller coaster emotional ride. One of my favorite and best chapters I've written, I must say.

Chapter 11: Fuck You

Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?

Cause there's a hole where your soul should be

You're losing control of it and it's really distasteful

Fuck you, fuck you very much

"Fuck You", Lily Allen

Everyone's eyes turned on Selina; this was big news that she was even here. I had been watching the news and they were covering this case like a madhouse. There had been speculation that Selina wouldn't show up considering her own criminal history, but here she was in the flesh, ready to make her statement. I knew Selina all too well, and I think she would have shown up for Pam regardless if we had gone to Wyoming or not. She still cared about Pam deeply and she didn't want to see anything happen to her if she could help it.

Selina stood up and haughtily stepped forward. She was, of course, dressed to perfection: a tight (but not too tight) black dress and pumps and her hair styled and coiffed. She had her usual cat-eye dark makeup on. She looked like she was ready to kill someone if given the chance. I never understood her confidence; I mean, I didn't really know anything about her past at all. And I didn't really need or want to know.

Selina swore in and sat down, immediately crossing one leg over the other in her trademark seductive way. I saw a few men lean forward to get a better look at her, and I rolled my eyes. Men were so easily swayed by tits and ass.

Gina leaned against the stand in a way-too-familiar kind of gesture, "Would you state your name for the court?"

"Selina Kyle." She said with a small, upturned mouth.

"You operate under the alias Catwoman in your nighttime ventures?"

"Yes, I do."

"And why would you choose that name for yourself, Miss Kyle?"

"Because I like cats." She shrugged, "There doesn't need to be a meaning behind everything."

"As Catwoman, you have executed many robberies from museums, jewelry stores, and department stores. Is that correct?"

"I may have done some of those things."

"Miss Kyle, answer the question, please."

"Ok, yes, I have done those things. So sue me if I like shiny objects. They're fun." She smiled winningly, "Diamonds are a girl's very best friend as the saying goes."

Oh she was putting on the charm today. Let's flash back to a time when I saw Selina Kyle in mismatched sweats throwing up into her toilet, yelling, 'why the hell did I have to get pregnant? Please kill me!' I like to relish those moments because they were so few and far between in my life, but I will remember them forever.

"When did you first become acquainted with the defendant, Miss Kyle?" Gina pressed on, obviously not falling for Selina's bullshit. It was the first time I actually liked that woman during this whole ordeal.

"Pamela and I met during one of our 'jobs', we'll call it, a couple years ago." Selina shifted in her chair, "We have some mutual friends."

"Mutual friends, meaning other criminals?"

"Yes, that's what I meant." Selina rolled her eyes, "I didn't think much of her when I met her – I mean, not that I didn't like her, but I was otherwise preoccupied by other relationships."

"Please elaborate on your other relationships."

"I was otherwise interested in Bruce Wayne." Selina clarified, and I felt my skin turn a bit hot, "We were having a little fun at the time and Pamela was not much on my radar."

"And how did you meet Bruce Wayne?" Gina asked.

I bit my lip. This was not going to go well considering Bruce's secret identity. I imagined she was going to lie.

"At a charity event." Selina said, "It was a fundraiser for the Museum of Modern Art and he attended alone; his girlfriend was busy or whatever."

"By girlfriend you mean Harleen Quinzel."

"Yes, they were dating at the time. We had an on and off thing for a while, even while they were engaged. Spare me the looks of judgment on this; I was just in it for fun, and he was all conflicted because he loved her. Not my problem."

I narrowed my eyes. It took every ounce of my strength not to jump out of my chair and strangle the life out of her. But I restrained myself.

"How long did your relationship with Bruce Wayne last?"

"On and off for around a year, initially. In the meantime, Pam and I saw more of each other. I never really had a relationship with a woman before, but I was open to it. I could tell Pam was very into me, so I let her take me out, and I started to have some feelings for her. I broke things off with Bruce because that was getting too complicated. He was going to marry Harley, so I didn't want to get involved in that when I had someone who actually cared about me and wanted a real relationship with me. But, as you can see," she said, nodding in Bruce's direction, "things got a little more complicated."

"Right." Gina affirmed, "You were pregnant with Bruce's child."

"Yes. We were careless, really, with our birth control methods. I didn't think I could ever get pregnant because I had a lot of female problems when I was younger. I don't want to get into it, but the chances of me ever having a baby were only like 10 percent, especially even lower because I'm approaching my early 30's. I was shocked when I got pregnant."

I didn't know that about Selina. It made a lot more sense now why she kept the baby. We actually were in the same boat ALMOST may I add to that comment; we didn't have any other chances of having children besides the one we did have, considering our relationship history and our line of work. An accident sort of turned into a blessing, in a way.

"How did this discovery affect your relationship with Pamela?"

"It actually affected it quite positively. Pam always wanted to be a mother, so she was thrilled at the possibility of raising the baby together. I wanted nothing to do with Bruce at the time so I was fine with that arrangement and I didn't want to go the single mother route. I thought it was perfect the way it was. She was happy to help in any way she could."

Gina nodded in acknowledgment, "So, you had the baby together, with Bruce being partially involved."

"Yes, that's correct. Pam and I moved to Wyoming shortly after Edward was born. Bruce wasn't happy about it, but that's what we wanted."

"Why did you choose to move to Wyoming?"

"Because it was safer, quieter. I didn't want Edward growing up in Gotham, especially so close to everything we had regretted in our past. Obviously, though, it didn't last very long." Selina purposely looked away from Selina at that point, "We lived there about 6 months before I started getting restless. I started calling Bruce again behind Pam's back, reminiscing about our relationship. He was broken up with Harley then; she had long since moved on and went away with the Joker. We talked about meeting up again. Suddenly we came to a decision to go to Italy together, a romantic jaunt or whatever to reconnect. I took Edward and I left. Not one of my finer moments, I have to add."

"So Pamela was very angry at you, I would imagine."

"Yes, she was at first. She accepted it though. She moved on, too. I think she was more upset about losing her opportunities to see Edward than anything else."

This was true. Pam did love Selina but she had loved being a mother even more than that. Selina was the only way that Pam could have had that experience, and Selina took advantage of that, which of course she wasn't going to say in front of a room full of people.

"How long were you in Italy with Mr. Wayne?"

"Not very long, less than a couple months. We fought the whole time, so I left. We thought maybe we could have worked it out, but it was never going to work at all. We were just too different as people and couldn't agree on anything as far as parenting, so I just left. It was kind of an unceremonious dumping on my part, but I had to go out with a bang as I always do. One of my weaknesses, I guess." She sighed heavily, "I wish things hadn't gone down that way but I couldn't stay with him."

"And where did you go after Italy?"

"To New York to see Pam. I stayed here for a weekend and she admitted she still had feelings for me, but I was in no place to be in a relationship with anyone and I told her that. She was in a very bad place when I saw her." Selina glanced at Pam, "I felt terrible. I knew it was all my fault, and I'm so sorry. I just wanted to be alone."

"Did you have any contact with Pamela after that incident?" Gina pressed on. Damn, that woman was all business. I could never be like that. I would have throttled Selina but again, that's just me.

"Yes, a few times we talked on the phone about legal stuff. We had to get our divorce papers finalized, mortgage, all of that boring crap. No offense. Anyway, she then told me that she was seeing someone, so I left her alone. Neither of us wanted the drama."

"Right. She was then engaging in a relationship with Barbara Gordon."

Selina went tense, "Yes."

"You seem upset about this." Gina observed.

"Yes, well, I think you can understand why I would be upset about you mentioning that woman's name to me." Selina said crossly.

"Have you met Miss Gordon?"

"No, I haven't met her in person unfortunately. I only heard about her on the phone from Pam. She said she was really into her and thought that things were going well. I guess she was wrong." Selina said curtly, "The next time I heard from her, she was calling me from prison, telling me that Barbara had snitched on her to the police and, well, here I am."

"Who convinced you to testify here today?"

"No one had to convince me. I would have done anything for Pam." Selina averted the topic expertly, "And I don't think I would have to answer that question anyway."

"Well, you must know that Barbara Gordon is here today." Gina said, gesturing to the far table. Everyone (including me) turned to look. Barbara must have slipped in after the case had started because I hadn't noticed her sitting there until now. I felt my fists ball up in my hands instinctively.

"I see that. Hey, Barbara, thanks for being a big old cunt. I'm so happy that you put my ex-wife in jail." Selina snapped.

The whole courtroom gasped, and the judge banged his gavel, "Watch your language, Miss Kyle, or I will put you in contempt of court."

"I don't care who knows what I think about her. She's a cold-hearted snake who hurt my friend and set her up." Selina leaned forward, "I hope she rots in hell. I hope that maggots feast on her flesh. She is the worst person on the planet."

"Miss Kyle!" Gina interrupted, "This is unnecessary."

"No, you don't get to tell me that I can't do this. She used Pam when she was the most vulnerable and took advantage of her and now she could go to jail for life because of her! And what's even worse is that Barbara wasn't the instigator of all this. She was only acting under orders for her boss. And you want to know who that is? He's sitting right there. His name is Bruce Wayne." She pointed her finger at him, "The father of my own child is the one who put my friend in prison and I will never forgive him for this!"

The judge banged his gavel even harder and Justin stood up hastily, holding Pam back with his arm, "Judge, I request a recess!"

"Granted."

Holy shit.

…

The rest of us burst out into the hallway and Justin pulled me to the side, "Well, that whole thing was fucked."

"You think?!" I snapped.

The photographers were following Bruce hardcore; he pushed them to the side, declining comment, and finally made it into the recess room with me and Justin.

"Jesus Christ!" he yelled, slamming the door behind him, "This is a fucking joke! You didn't tell her to say that, did you?" he demanded at Justin, sticking his finger in his chest, "Now I look like the bad guy!"

"Well I think that was Selina's intention." Justin said wryly.

Bruce wasn't having any of it, "You need to fix this! Selina's a loose cannon. We never should have brought her here! You need to go talk to her right now and figure out another strategy. I'm paying you up the ass for this case and you better make your money's worth, buddy!"

Justin snapped, "Hey, I'm not to blame here. Selina said that without consulting any of us. We have to do massive damage control now. I'm going to go find her and try to figure out what has gotten into her. There's no way they're going to let her back into the courtroom at this point. I'm lucky if they don't put her in jail overnight because of this. You two figure your shit out and I'll see you back in there."

He stalked out of the room and left me and Bruce standing there.

Bruce was panting heavily; he ran a hand through his hair. His face was red. He looked like he was ready to punch something.

He just stared at me, "You don't have anything to say?"

"I don't know what to say." I admitted, surprisingly calm, "I mean, it would make sense that you orchestrated this whole thing. Barbara did work for you and she is – was – whatever – dating Dick. Barbara isn't the brains of the operation, I could tell that. You told her what to do. You had her target Pam, threw her off my track because you still have feelings for me and you couldn't see me go to jail. That would be evidenced by your pulling all those strings for me to get a new identity."

Bruce was silent.

"And, really, I mean you wanted Pam out of the way." I talked through it, pacing a little where I stood, "You thought you could just put her in jail and everything would work out perfectly for you. You would have no one standing in the way of your happiness whether it was with Selina or with me. But it all backfired didn't it? Selina didn't want you back and she ditched you and now she's here supporting Pam, as I imagine you didn't anticipate. I'm here because obviously you weren't that stupid to think I was going to take this lying down, were you?"

He said nothing, which was infuriating.

"WERE YOU." I repeated, "You thought all of your problems would just go away? Oh, well now your problems are just fucking beginning, Bruce! This whole goddamn thing is over! OVER. I hate you. I hate that you have ruined my best friend. You let that little whore take advantage of Pam when she was down, you kicked her and beat her when she was already broken! How could you do this?! How DARE you do this? This is the only friend in the world that I have and I sacrificed my happiness for you, yet again like a fucking idiot! I should have let him blow up that building with you in it and everything would have been so much easier! I SAVED YOUR GODDAMN LIFE, BRUCE. And this is how you repay me? By putting my best friend in prison for life? Fuck you. FUCK YOU SO HARD." I broke down crying, huddled to the floor. I let it go; heavy, wrenching sobs, "How could you do this?"

I looked up through my tears after he didn't respond. He was merely staring down at me, no emotion registered on his face. I jumped up, throwing my fists at him futilely, "You can't even say anything to me?! YOU DOUCHEBAG."

He fought me off, "Hey, hey, stop it! This whole thing wasn't about you!"

"Then what the hell was it about, Bruce? Enlighten me!" I threw my hands up in the air.

"You know me, Harley. I'm a hero. I chose to be a vigilante." Bruce said, "I can't keep letting all of you get away with this shit! It's against everything I stood for when I started becoming Batman. I promised to protect and save this city and I let myself get soft. I fell for you, I fell for Selina, and that was my fault. I shouldn't have let my feelings get in the way of my goals. That was on me and you're just going to have to forgive me for letting Pam take the fall."

"So you just took out your stupid impotence frustrations on Pamela because she was the easiest target? Really? What a fucking disaster. I can't believe you! You really think I believe this whole 'I want to be a hero' thing? REALLY. No. You don't get to tell me that!" I was screaming so much my voice was starting to get hoarse, "You're so full of shit! You know what real heroes are like, Bruce? They don't make exceptions for the law. If you actually cared about this city, all of us would be in jail right now. Every single one of us. You wouldn't have slept with me or Selina just because we're pretty and you think you can change us. It didn't work in either case so good job with that."

He was seething but he didn't respond because I kept steamrolling on, "A real hero would have done all the good he could do for this city. You can't talk to me about fucking morality, Bruce, because oh gee you must be so moral, Mr. Big Shot. I'm sure when you look up 'morality' in the dictionary there's some big fucking picture of Bruce Wayne right there! Morality isn't deciding who to punish and who to sleep with. God, you're an asshole."

Still nothing from him.

"You have nothing to say to me right now?" I spat at him, "You're just going to stand there, staring at me like a lunatic? I don't know why I trusted you again, Bruce. I go temporarily blind when it comes to you. I left a life of secured happiness because I still felt something for you. I threw away years of love, a relationship with my child just because I couldn't bear to see you die. Right now I really think I should have just let you fucking burn. I would have been better off. I should have just let the Joker do what he was going to do and saved myself the trouble. It wasn't worth this pain."

I thought he was going to punch me right in the face, because his fists were shaking so hard. After a moment, he just punched the wall next to my head, putting a huge hole through it. He pulled back, breathing heavily.

I pushed past him, saying more quietly, "This is so over."

"I know." He said, not looking at me.

I went out into the hallway, taking a deep breath, struggling to not burst into tears. I walked away, trying to keep the tears from my eyes. I had to be strong right now for Pam. The worst part was yet to come.