Chapter 21: The Enemy Even Batman is Powerless Against

She sighed as she did another push-up, ignoring the pain in her abdomen. It would only be another thirty minutes and she could cool down and then go lie in bed for the rest of the day. Just another thirty minutes...

'...25...26...27...28...Ignore the pain...29...30...31...Ow...32...33...34...35...' She hissed at the next jolt of pain across her lower body. She went back and finally she reached fifty. She fell back on her back and began the crunches. Exercise was suppose to make these pains go away.

It wasn't her fault that she was on her cycle. Damn monthly visitor, damn blood, damn it all! She gritted her teeth and continued.

She fell into bed later, happily letting a sigh escape her lips. She curled on her side before recalling the bottle of aspirin on the bedside table. She opened the top and took two red-capped pills. She downed them with water and then returned to her position. The fatigue, the workout, it all made her tired. Before she knew it she was asleep.

She groaned at a pair of hands that gently shook her awake.

"Harley are you alright?"

She grunted and smacked them away in order to fall back into the dreamland she hadn't fully escaped.

"Harley," she gave a sound of irritation at her name, "Alfred said you've been asleep since 3."

"Yeah," she muttered, "I have been, now please do go away so I can continue to be asleep."

"Are you feeling alright?" It was then realized it was Bruce's tenor.

"No, Bruce, I'm not...I'm sleeping during the day, that's not normal by my standards."

"Do you have a fever?"

"No," she shifted away, "my stomach hurts. Now please go."

"Is it food-"

She whipped around and opened her eyes to glare at Bruce in the evening light. "No it's not food-poisoning. It's not the stomach flu, the actual flu, acid reflux, or whatever else you can come up with. I'm on my damn period!" She was still in pain and very tired, which made Harley a happy camper named Grumpy.

Bruce nodded, "I see," it was plain to see he was embarrassed and perhaps a little taken back. Harley sighed, "I appreciate the concern, but I'll be fine, I promise, Bruce. I'm just tired and still in pain."

"Do you, uh...want a heating pad or something?" He scratched his head, feeling pity for the girl. Her words were laced with exhaustion and just a little anger, but he supposed he understood. He was glad he wasn't a woman.

Prompt #1, Red.

Um, this is was hilarious to write! I was like hmmm...Well she is a woman...It's bound to happen, it'll make it realistic, and it was an opportunity to make Bruce uncomfortable. Who am I to pass up such a golden chance? So basically, there's not a thing I don't like about this one. Grumpy Harley taking it out on poor Bruce. Even Batman is powerless against a woman on the rag, hence the title. Enjoy my duckies! ^^