I woke up after J, probably many hours after. I felt slightly hungover, which sucked, but I knew that all I needed was some greasy breakfast food and I'd be good to go. It was one of those picky hangovers. You know the ones I mean – coffee, water, hair of the dog or other hangover concoctions weren't gonna work. Nothing but some good ole American grease was gonna cut it.

Anyways, I went searching the Penthouse for J or Jonny but instead found Frankie hanging out in the kitchen.

"Mornin', Harley." I love how deep his voice is.

"Mornin', Frankie. Hey, you know where to get a good egg sandwich? There was this one guy in my neighborhood, he was good, but it wasn't like good good, ya know? And I was drinkin' with Mistah J last night so I got this hangover that just sorta poundin' in that one corner of my brain like It's saying 'eggs eggs eggs' over and over."

Frankie held up one hand, the grin on his face speaking volumes. "I got you."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

And then he brought me to Sal's. An unassuming little bodega that looks like every other little bodega in Gotham, but this one? This one has the perfect egg sandwich. Two fried eggs, American cheese, bacon, this amazing soft, toasted buttered roll, and a dash of hot sauce. Frankie told me he'd tried making it himself at home and "It was shit, Harley. I swear, I followed every damn step and I still had to throw the damn thing out."

I cackled as he drove, losing that "eggs" chant with every bite. There's something magical in that sandwich, I swear, cuz I've never recovered from a hangover that quickly.

"I got a list for you."

"What kind of list?"

I grinned around another bite of the sandwich, chewing before speaking, "A list of playmates for the Toybox."

"How many we got?"

"More than a little. The first two gotta come in first. The last one's gotta be last. But the rest are as you please"

Frankie nodded and took the paper from me before slipping it in his pocket.

"Where we goin?"

"J's got a surprise for you."

"That does seem to be his M.O."

"He's never been one to tell all, except maybe to Jonny."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Frankie drove me to a studio. Before I got out, he handed me a bag, telling me I would need it. While he parked the car, I headed inside. And when I walked in, I burst into tears. Aerial silks hung from the high ceilings and two trainers stood smiling when I'd entered. My first true love. I'd never thought this was something I would get to do again. Inside the bag was gymnastic leotards and I could barely decide which I wanted to wear before finally climbing back into the air.

I think poor Frankie wound up bored out of his mind because I was in the studio past dusk. I excelled the way I remembered. The silks wrapping around each part of my body like drawing water over my skin. The strength of muscle required and how it feels to fly through the air. Triss couldn't stop gushing over how quickly I learned everything they were teaching. Jenni said I was born to it. They took me through my paces, stretching me to my absolute limits and I pushed beyond them. This is living. This is everything I have forgotten I missed.

Following their instructions and surpassing every goal made my body feel like it was glowing. It really was like being alive again. Like finding a part of myself that I'd lost and forgotten I needed. I couldn't stop. My muscles ached and I was so tired but I just didn't want to stop.

"You can come back tomorrow you know."

Daddy!

"Puddin'!" My happiness couldn't be contained. I hung upside down, looking up at him and realizing that Frankie and the trainers were gone, "But I'm not done."

He laughed, "You're lucky I didn't have time sensitive plans."

"Are we doing something tonight?"

"Back to the Smile and Grin."

"Buuuuuuut I'm not done?"

He dazzled me with his grin, "Show me what you can do."

So, I did. I danced through the air, twisting and turning, climbing and falling. I showed him everything I'd remembered from a decade ago, everything I'd learned today, and everything that came to my mind. I crafted a routine as I went, making my body move in ways he hadn't seen before. I know because the way he watched me was like one enraptured. His eyes followed my every move, taking in my form and showing a completely new appreciation. As much as the way he was watching me made me feel so incredibly exposed, I never slipped or failed in my movements. It was as if I'd been practicing for the entire decade I'd missed, my body as limber and strong as it was when I was at the height of my gymnastics career, if not more so. I think the chemicals did something to my body and if that's the case I'm pretty fucking stoked about it. I love the way I can move through the air.

My feet finally touched the ground and I stood panting from exertion. It was like the second my feet touched the floor all the stress on my body descended at once. The emotional high of what I'd been doing wore off and I was exhausted.

"Maybe you should go to the club alone." I tried to stretch out my limbs as I spoke. "That took more out of me than I realized."

He still watched me in the same way, as if he was seeing me for the first time. Seeing this new side of me, a passion that he'd re-sparked in his gift to me. He looks so happy.

"I'll take you home. Do you want to get changed first?"

I shook my head, too tired to think about putting clothes on. Once these come off, I was going straight to bed. He brought me outside and drove us home in the Jokermobile. I didn't notice him texting while he drove, but by the time we got back to the Penthouse, the third bedroom had been set up with a massage therapist who worked wonders on my sore muscles. I fell asleep while she worked and never noticed when someone moved me to the bed later.

I woke up this morning curled in J's arms. He told me in the shower as he washed me that he wants to watch me at the studio again today. I'm so excited.