"Tell Rodgers that I want those papers in by the morning. I don't care! Just get them to me by the morning!" Bruce Wayne yelled into the phone and then slamming it down on the hook. He sat down on the couch and ran a hand over his face. The Wayne Company was really frustrating him, but that wasn't what made him restless.
Alfred came over and gave him a cup of tea, which Bruce took happily.
"Here, this is an old family remedy to relieve headaches sir." Alfred said. Bruce drank the whole tea in one gulp and handed it back to Alfred. The butler took the teacup and looked into the empty piece of fine china.
"Perhaps more would come to use?" he asked.
Bruce shook his head and glared at the wooden floor.
"I believe this is more about Ms. Harley than Wayne Enterprises." Alfred said.
Bruce got up with his hands in his pockets and paced the wooden floor of his house. "I just don't understand it Alfred. If she knew she was in danger, why couldn't she tell me? I'm her boyfriend and I would do anything to protect her. Anything! And yet, she leaves. Just like that. Maybe it's true what they say, Bruce Wayne just plays around. He'll never find real love." he said in a sad, grim tone. Alfred gave his master a sad and shocked look.
"Master Bruce, maybe she didn't want to leave. If I know Ms. Harley by now, I know that she truly does love you and wouldn't dare to leave your side unless something was to cause harm to you. And please forget about what the press say sir. It's all gossip and they don't know the truth about anything." Alfred tried to explain. He knew that Harley loved Bruce very much and would never do anything to hurt him. In the beginning, sure he was hesitant because it was formally Harley Quinn a.k.a girlfriend of the Joker. He wasn't so sure it was a good idea, but overtime he saw how much the woman was changing and becoming a better person. Harleen Frances Quinzel was bright, bubbly, and beautiful person inside and out.
Bruce nodded. "She told me that on the phone. That she loves me." he said.
"Then you shouldn't forget her words." Alfred said.
Just then, a loud pop of explosion was heard and Bruce rushed towards the window and looked out. In the sky were green and purple fireworks. Why the hell are there fireworks above Wayne Manor. Just then the large front gates to the manor were blasted open with an explosion.
"My word!" Alfred gasped. Walking out of the smoke was someone who Bruce and especially Batman knew too well.
The Joker.
Bruce growled and shut the drapes running towards the old grandfather clock.
"Alfred, go call the cops quickly!" Bruce instructed going inside the tunnel that led to the Batcave and closing the opening.
Alfred went to a room upstairs, shut the door and called the Gotham Police. Who probably wouldn't make it in time.
Batwoman woke up to the sound of an explosion going off. She sat up slowly and looked around. The explosion seemed to awaken the bats, which began to fly crazily around the Batcave until leaving another way. She then felt a hand over her eyes. Thinking the person was trying to remove her eyemask, she began to struggle.
"It's me." a deep voice said.
Batwoman calmed down and got angry.
"What the frick are you trying to do?" she exclaimed.
Bruce rolled up Batwoman's hospital sleeve. "The place is under attack. I need to get you to safety. I'm going to give you a sedative." he said inserting the needle into her arm. The drug quickly took affect and knocked Batwoman out.
Bruce quickly picked up her unconscious body and went through the grandfather clock to a room upstairs in the manner. It was a panic room. It was very small and could only fit about two or three people. Alfred helped Bruce get Batwoman inside the room while Bruce shut the door and bolted it up. The door was hidden behind wall paint, so the opening would probably look like a wall.
"He's finally here" Bruce said getting up and walking towards the door.
"Master Bruce, where are you going?" Alfred asked wondering what Bruce was going to go, and where he was going.
"I'm going to pay the Joker a visit." he said exiting the room. Alfred looked at Batwoman and sighed. "What the bloody hell is he thinking?"
"Great place! Great place!" Joker laughed. "Oh Brucie boy! Come out, come out wherever you are!"
Bruce stood behind a wall that was next to the staircase and clenched his fist. 'He must have Harley.' he thought angrily.
Bruce finally emerged and stood at the top of the staircase. "I'm here Joker. What do you want?" he said bravely.
Joker, Vonnie, and the goons all looked up at the billionaire. Vonnie sucked in a quick breath while the Joker put on a large grin.
"HELLO Mr. Wayne! Such an honor to be in your presence once more!" Joker said while bowing. Bruce made his way down the stairs and kept his blue eyes fixed on the psychotic man in front of him with a stoic glare.
"Let me tell you something Brucie, your security system was top notch! Very hard to get through I can tell you that!" Joker said as though this was a friendly visit.
"What do you want?" Bruce commanded.
Joker crossed his arms and frowned. "Now, is that a way to treat a guest?" he said shaking his head.
"People these days! You can never be nice to them!" he exclaimed. Joker found a seat and sat down crossing his legs. "Well, let's just cut to the chase shall we? You have something that's mine. And I want it." He said sinisterly.
Bruce crossed his arms. "And what is it that I have?" he asked knowing just what the Joker was talking about.
"Why, my little Harlequin that's who! Where's dear Harley?" Joker asked looking around.
"She's not here." Bruce answered. The Joker frowned and looked towards the tall man.
"Pardon me?" he asked.
"Harley isn't here." Bruce repeated.
Vonnie made a face. "Are you hiding her?" she asked.
Bruce turned towards the Joker-like women with his unemotioned face. "I just said that she's not here." he said looking at the woman's attire. An exact copycat of the Joker. Disgusting.
"Then where the fuck is she!" Vonnie yelled.
"Vonnie, Vonnie, calm down sweetheart." Joker chuckled. "Let's let Brucie Boy answer the question." he turned his attention back to Bruce.
"Now Mr. Wayne, where exactly is Harley if she's not here with you?" Joker asked tilting his head with the grin still plastered on his pale white face.
"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me. The last time I heard from her is when she called and said she had to go somewhere for a couple of months or longer. Last thing she said was that she loves me." Bruce smirked at Joker's half frown. "I actually thought you had kidnapped her." Bruce finished.
The Joker let out a loud laugh. "Now that's a hoot! Harley loving you. Everyone knows the only one she'll ever have heart for is me. Sure we fight, but in the end she always crawls back to my feet. Literally."
Bruce scowled. "So if you don't have her, then someone else must!" he continued laughing. The Joker got up and walked towards the door.
"Sorry to disturb you Brucie old pal, but since you don't have my Harley-girl I'll leave." he said opening the door. He then grinned and shut the door sharply. "Hehe, but not before we leave you a little message."
Batwoman began to open her eyes slowly and noticed she was in a white colored room. The next thing she noticed was that she was leaning against a wall on the floor. She shifted her eyes to someone in the other corner of the room. It was a man dressed in a black, butler attire and the man looked middle-aged. Batwoman saw that he was sitting on a chair silently looking at the door in front of them. Her vision wasn't that well, but she could make out some features. The last thing she remembered was Batman telling her that someone was there and then giving her a sedative in her arm which resulted in knocking her out.
'How long was I out for?' she thought to herself.
She heard footsteps coming and closed her eyes pretending to be sleeping. The door opened and Bruce walked in with a black eye.
"My lord, what did they do to you?" Alfred asked getting up and looking at the wound.
Batwoman thought the butler's voice sounded so familiar, but couldn't make out who it was.
"They came in, trashed the place, and left me with a black eye." Bruce said. "Did she wake up yet?" he asked looking at a 'sleeping' Batwoman.
"No sir, she hasn't." Alfred answered looking at the heroine.
"I'll bring up a wheelchair so we can carry her back to the Batcave." he said leaving the room.
"Thanks Alfred." Bruce replied closing the door.
'ALFRED?' Batwoman's mind yelled.
She heard the man sit down and peeked to see his back facing her. Her eyes opened widely and her mouth dropped open. She knows that back. She knows that hair. That voice...how could she forget that sweet, deep voice? All she could do was stare at the man who ran a hand through his dark, black hair. No...No...NOO! It can't be...Bruce...HER Bruce...is...Batman. Harley wanted to cry tears of joy and just jump into his arms. But another side of her was shocked. Billionaire Bruce Wayne was Batman? THE Batman? All this time as Harley Quinn, she had been fighting Bruce Wayne. And as Batwoman, she had been fighting alongside Bruce Wayne. She was angry he didn't tell her, but she was also guilty because she didn't tell him that she was Batwoman. Harley couldn't take it anymore. She didn't care that he was Batman. She wants to be with Bruce, not Batman. She just wanted to be with him again. She had been through so must pain and just wanted to be healed again. She wanted to be held in his strong, toned, comforting arms again.
Batwoman had silent tears falling down her face.
"B-Bruce." she said sniffling.
Bruce's head shot up and turned around. 'Oh no.' he thought.
"You're-you're Batman." Batwoman said crying.
"Yes." Bruce sighed. "I'm Batman. But you cannot tell anyone." he said strictly.
It was then he noticed Batwoman was crying.
"Why are you crying?" he asked confused. Most people would've loved to figure out his identity.
Batwoman sat up and wiped her nose.
"Because-because I missed you so much." she sobbed.
Bruce was still confused.
He then walked over and knelt down in front of the Batwoman.
"You know my secret, now can I know yours?" he asked.
Batwoman nodded. "Of course. You deserve to." she said.
They looked each other straight in the eyes as Bruce's hands made contact with her black eyemask.
She closed her eyes as he pulled it off.
"Harley..."
A/N: OHHH! CLIFF-HANGER! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!