Don't Call Me Robin

"So tell me about this girl?" Dr Green had been trying for so long to push deeper into the clown's head, she wasn't the first.

"Oh the girl was a...I felt I could really speak to her you know...she and I could really talk to each other, I think in the end that's why we gave it the old college try..." Joker seemed depressed, an unnatural sight.

"This girl...you're referring to Dr Harleen Quinzel, the women whom you drove insane and sent on a killing spree?" Dr Green wasn't as easy as Harley was, it made The Joker whale with laughter. "How did you feel about her...really?" She couldn't help but she wasting her time.

"Well Haley...may I call you...Haley?" Joker's smile seemed kind, honest, young Green knew this was probably a trick, but the sad thing was, the clown was the only person who was ever nice to her, it was nice to be treated like a human being for once; even the pigs running this nuthouse treated her like dirt, but regardless of his kindness, it wasn't exactly incentive to go mad.

"Lets just stick with Dr Green for now Joker..." Haley didn't seem to be budge on the clown's attempts, he liked that about her.

"...Well then Doc lets forget about Harley...lets talk about something more interesting like..." Joker eyes seemed calculating, it made Green's skin crawl. "You wanna know how I got these scars?" The Joker felt tears stream down his face, the performance was almost bulletproof, everyone has a breaking point, everyone, it is always just a matter of finding the cracked glass, once you've done that, all it takes is just one small tap for it all to come crumbling down.

Meanwhile

New York City

"You really gonna screw with me Puddin, I'm the master of this game!" Harley and Peter took a drip down to the arcade, now this was the kind of stuff Harley grew up with, being here just brought back so many memories, all those times with her brothers going down to the arcade after school, it had certainly been so long since she thought about those two, you could swear she had forgotten them.

"Look you may have bested me at Miss Pac-Man, and Galaga, and Street Fighter II, and Mortal Kombat...but when it comes to Avengers Vs The Justice League I'm king..." Peter dropped a couple of quarters into the machine, Chiddy Bang's Mind Your Manners was playing over the speaker system, Peter always loved the feel of this place.

The two kids fought over the joy sticks, both wanted the shinny gold one, only could have it; with Harley eventually coming out on top they began selecting their fighters, "Aw, why can't I play as Spider-Man?" Harley winded scanning through the various characters.

"Because Spider-Man isn't an Avenger or a Justice Leaguer..." Peter replied rolling his eyes.

"Hey I can play as Harley Quinn!" She yelped in excitement.

"OH COME ON!" Peter's situation just went from bad to worse. "Screw it I'll just beat your adorable behind with Superman..." Peter said smashing down on his buttons.

"Well try not level Metropolis while you do it..." Harley's dark humor, Peter might have enjoyed it a little too much.

The gaming went on for hours and hours on end, every single time, Harley won, it was making the boy a little agitated more and more as she wouldn't stop rubbing it in. Walking down the street once again, Harley cradled her Spidey Plushy, she won it, she earned it. "So what do you wanna get beaten at next Puddin?" Harley taunted, a cheeky smile on her face.

"Peter!" Bruce like always knew how to get a jolt out of people, seemingly popping up everywhere at random.

"Honestly Bats at this point I'm amazed my spider sense isn't tuned to you at this point." Peter said clenching his heart.

"You need to come with me, Now." Bruce ordered, pissed off as ever.

"Don't You Dare Ruin Date Night For Me, NOT AGAIN B-MAN!" Harley attacked, it's a good thing Peter was always prepared for these outbursts by now. "PUDDIN THE LAST TIME RICH BOY FUCKED UP MY DATE NIGHT I ENDED UP ON THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN!" Harley was desperate to get her hands on The Bat, she had been looking for a fight. "LET ME AT HIM, LET ME AT HIM, FUCKING LET ME AT HIM!" Harley tried clawing her way out of Peter's grip, even Bruce had a slight smirk on his face.

"Harley...relax...okay...relax..." Peter's voice worked wonders to sooth her soul, Bruce found it all so fascinating.

"Peter...when need to move." Bruce insisted, dragging the boy away from his wife.

"Wait-wait where are you taking him?" Harley refused to let him go.

"Oh he's probably gonna kill me and dumb my body..." Peter joked, but Harley took it way too seriously.

"WHAT, NO, NO...YOU'RE NOT TAKING MY PUDDIN, NO!" Harley's eyes filled with tears, she was sobbing hysterically as she battled Bruce in a tug of war over poor Peter.

Peter pulled himself away from Bats and tried to comfort the crying woman, he in a million years didn't expect that to be her reaction to such an innocent joke. "Sorry Harley I'm sorry I was just joking...okay...sorry..." Peter chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, it broke his heart seeing her so in pain, Bruce of course just stood their, rolling his eyes, very helpful.

"...you were joking...you're gonna be okay?" Harley spoke so silent like, still crying, blubbering. "...can I come?" Harley begged squeezing at his hand.

"No, you can't." Bruce said dragging Peter along with him. "For what it's worth I'm impressed at how far you've come...keep it up." Bruce complemented Harley Quinn-Parker, something he never thought he'd do.

"Okay-Okay relax Mr Wayne, God where are we going, why are you acting extra grumpy, your not actually gonna murder me right?" Peter actually kinda serious about the question.

"The Joker's escaped from Arkham, it's a bloodbath and given your recent company, you're gonna help me take him down, it's best if she stays very far away from him." Bruce's anger suddenly made a lot more sense.

"Ah fine but don't you start calling me Robin..." Peter glanced back at his Harley, waving her goodbye.

"I already call you Robin boy, when you're in Gotham you're Robin I'm sorry but it's the truth." Bruce had apparently brought the Batmobile along with him, not exactly the most discrete means of transportation during broad daylight.

"I'm not wearing the tights..." Peter cried, his jokes already weighing on Bruce's patience.

"Well you just get in the car!" Bruce shoved the kid into the passenger seat. "She really loves you doesn't she." Bruce slid into his side.

"Yeah with all her heart...hey can I drive?" Peter instantly activated his kid like charm.

"No." Bruce said reeving up the engine.

"Come on!" Peter was acting like a six year old suddenly, probably just to piss Bruce off some more, the little shit.

"GODDAMN IT PARKER!" Bruce raised his fist in the air, he was already regretting this decision.

Harley watched the Batmobile speed off, she held her new Plushy tight, wiping her eyes with it's tiny little hand. If that big ugly bat hurts her little bug boy, violence was gonna come knocking onto Bruce Wayne's doorstep.

"Batman...don't you Hurt My Puddin, don't You Hurt My Puddin, Don't You Hurt MY PUDDIN!"

To Be Continued

I promise next chapter will be longer and all that good stuff, give me some time I'm just now getting back into the swing of things with this story no pun intended. :)