A/N Lemons ahead! Read at your own risk.

Chapter 32

It was getting close to dawn when Harley and Jason finally made their way upstairs to their bedroom from the Batcave to get some actual sleep after their welcome-home roleplaying.

Jason was carrying his Robin suit folded in his arms, having thoughtfully put his normal clothes back on just in case they bumped into Alfred or Bruce wandering around the manor for a midnight snack or an emergency silver polishing.

Better that he save all his sexy for his girl, Jason thought to himself virtuously, fingering his scaly green briefs that Harley had indeed found quite appealing with his manly sized cock stuffed inside of them.

Even if his manly sized ass had barely fit. Not that Harley had minded that, either, Jason thought with a smile.

"I love you, baby," he said to her when they had entered their room and shut the door behind them and his suit was carefully stashed in their dresser.

"I love you, too, Jay," Harley said to him, wrapping her arms around his chest and leaning into him for comfort, inhaling his ever-present scent of leather and motorcycle grease and thinking how glad she was that he was home.

The last week without Jay at her side had gone much better than Harley had expected, though. Living at the manor with Bruce had helped her get to know the man behind the mask and behind the errantly abusive father who Jay remembered as the one who put an unwilling Robin out onto the streets in harm's way.

But Harley saw that Bruce was trying; he had been willful and arrogant with how he had parented both Jason and Dick, that was true, but even then he wasn't malicious. He loved his kids, even when he was clueless as to how to express it properly or raise them safely.

He loved the new ones, too; Tim and Steph and feisty little Damian, and was more receptive to parenting advice since Jason's accusations had plunged him into a guilt-stricken breakdown.

And odd as it sounded, it appeared that Bruce was even starting to love her, Harley formerly Quinn.

But still, Harley was glad that Jason was home and she was looking forward to going back to their apartment soon, even if her temporary stay at Wayne Manor had been surprisingly pleasant.

"I missed you so much," she said to Jason, sighing happily as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm not used to sleeping alone anymore," Harley said, looking up at him with a little smile that wasn't even flirtatious. She simply slept better with Jay at her side.

"Good," Jason growled possessively, bending to give her a quick kiss before stroking his thumb over her cheek.

"I'm glad I'm back to sleep next to you, too," he said more tenderly, using the arm that he had slung around her waist to pull her in even closer.

"And it's not only because I've been spending the last week sleeping in a cargo van on shifts with Bane," he chuckled as Harley giggled into his neck.

Jason kissed her nose before they began shedding their clothes on their way to bed so they could curl into each other skin to skin as they slept.

"I apologized to the Replacement tonight," Jason said to her as he got under the covers next to Harley.

"Oh, good, Jay. I'm proud of you," Harley said warmly as she scooted over on the mattress to lay under his arm before he pulled the blankets up over them.

"Yeah," Jason sighed. "I felt really bad when I saw how he looked at me," he said. "Made me feel like the Dickhead," he said guiltily.

"Well, you only slipped up once with Tim," Harley pointed out. "And now you've apologized. That's a way better track record than Dick," she said grimly.

Because Dick had up until last week been holding onto a grudge against Jason. And while he had appeared willing to work things out with his younger brother when Harley had chastised him during the Great Wayne Manor Bannister Balancing Tournament, both Harley and Jason still felt apprehensive about what Dick's true feelings might be underneath the surface of that night's awkward demonstration of guilt.

"I'm nervous about talking to him," Jason admitted to her quietly. "He's such a good liar, Harls, and so good at showing people what they want to see. I don't know how I can believe anything that comes out of his mouth."

Harley sighed as she ran her fingers up and down her husband's pecs and abs.

"Well, sad to say, it doesn't sound like he's ever really held back his truth from you," Harley said. "Although, now that he's an adult, he might choose to hide it for the sake of family peace."

"But," she continued, "I know him and Bruce actually seemed to work some of their issues out," she said. "And Babs seemed relieved, like maybe things were finally going to get better between her and Dick in their relationship. So, he's at least taken some steps towards honesty and resolution this week with the people he's hurt the most."

Jason grunted in a very Batman-like manner.

"It's about time," he said sincerely. "Babs was a good egg back when we were kids. She didn't deserve Dick turning his shit on her like you told me he had."

"Yeah," Harley said softly. "I liked her. And she loves the kids, too. I could tell they all have a solid relationship with her."

"I'm glad," Jason said. "Those kids need one normal, well-adjusted adult in their lives," he chuckled dryly.

"Right?" said Harley, giggling. "I can't believe she's the only person in this family with a real job and no masked side gig."

Jason grinned.

"She did good getting out of the vigilante game and becoming a regular old cop," he said with admiration.

"Not letting Bruce's brainwashing stick. And then becoming the commissioner after her dad died…" his voice trailed off and he swallowed as he thought of former Police Commissioner Jim Gordon, lost too soon to prostate cancer.

"You must've known the Commish pretty well, huh?" Harley asked him gently.

"Yeah," Jason said thickly, pausing to clear his throat and wipe the tears from his eyes. "He was Bruce's only true friend, honestly. And he was always good to me," Jason said in a choked up voice.

"I wish he hadn't died before I got back to Gotham," he muttered. "That really sucked to come home and find out he was gone," he said.

"I bet," Harley said sympathetically. "Especially since you'd lost Talia for all intents and purposes and you were rightfully angry at Bruce and Alfred. The Commish was the one safe adult left in your life," she said.

"Yeah," Jason sighed. "Even though I don't know how I could have talked to him if he'd still been around, given that he didn't know I was Robin and considering that I wanted nothing to do with Bruce. But… just to have been able to look in on him from time to time from a rooftop? To see a friendly face from a distance? It would have meant a lot," he said regretfully.

Harley hummed sympathetically as she squeezed him a little tighter. The pair fell quiet for a few minutes, Jason lost in thought as his hand idly stroked up and down Harley's back.

"Babs did good winning the election to succeed her dad as commissioner, though," Jason said a little while later. "She was young to get that post," he said admiringly.

"Uh huh," Harley said quickly in far too innocent a voice, suddenly looking down at her husband's chest instead of up into his eyes.

"She did real good," Harley said. "Yep. Girl power."

"Harley…" Jason said suspiciously, amusement creeping into his voice.

"Hm?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked back up at him.

"Did my lady have something to do with my sister-in-law becoming police commissioner?" Jason asked her slowly, a grin spreading across his face.

Harley huffed out a breath and laughed.

"Ok, yes. But you cannot ever tell her that," she said adamantly. "She was not my family member when I did that and she is so proud that she won, and Dick and Bruce are proud of her, too, and Alfred, and… keep my secret?" she asked Jay pleadingly.

"Baby, I keep all your secrets," Jason said warmly, pulling Harley into a tighter hug. "You never have to worry with me."

"Thank you, Jay," she said with relief. "I feel so bad about it, now," she said guiltily.

"Well, not bad that I did it," Harley frowned, feeling compelled to explain, "because Babs was the way better candidate and who Gotham needed. But I feel bad now that I know her because I see that she'd feel horrible over winning a rigged election and she'd probably resign if she ever found out the truth," Harley said with some frustration.

"Does that mean you won't be interfering when she's up for re-election?" Jason teased her, already knowing the answer. Because he knew his Harley.

She giggled and scoffed.

"I mean, come on, baby, I'm the Queen of Gotham," Harley said with pride. "I can't leave a big deal like who the police commissioner is up to chance," she laughed up at him, her eyes twinkling.

"But we will never tell Babs," she said, suddenly becoming solemn and holding up her pinky, which Jay just as solemnly took in the crook of his and shook in a swear.

"Or anyone else in the family," Jason said. "Because they'd rat us out."

"Agreed," said Harley, nodding firmly.

A little bit later, Jason shifted Harley around in his arms, feeling too happy to be back with his wife to fall asleep right away.

"You know what Dami told me tonight?" he asked her.

Harley shook her head, still wide awake, too, being equally reluctant to close her eyes on her husband, happy to lay in his arms and look at him in the shadows of their darkened room with slivers of moonlight peeping through the mostly closed antique red tapestried curtains.

"Damian said that he likes Dick," Jason said, sounding puzzled. "Said Dick respects him and is kind to him."

"I could see that," Harley said thoughtfully. "Dick apologized to him really nicely when he dropped Osito during the bannister battle. He seemed like he treats Tim and Steph pretty well, too."

"Why would he be like that with them?" Jason asked her. "I mean, I'm glad he's not fucking with the new kids. But why would he be so hard on me and not on them?"

He sounded not only confused but forlorn, too, which wrenched Harley's heart out of her chest.

"Well," Harley said gently, "they're not a threat to his status, really. He's an adult now and he was still a teenager living here at the manor when Bruce adopted you."

"And honestly, Jay," Harley said, chewing her lip a little bit, "Dick's issues with you were coming out of his trauma," she said a little reluctantly.

"I got a bigger picture of what's been going on with him from talking to Babs, when I heard how he's been treating her," Harley said. "Not to be psycho-analyzing family members," she groaned.

"But to psycho-analyze them," Jason laughed. "Go ahead, baby. I won't tell the ethics committee," he said in a conspiratorial whisper.

Harley giggled and decided to push away her ethical qualms about sharing her professional analysis of Dick with Jason for the sake of helping her husband, because she truly couldn't stand to hear Jay sounding so sad and troubled.

"The thing is," Harley said, "Dick didn't get therapy or grief counseling when his parents got killed, right? So when you came along, he went into emotional flashback and started reliving his own trauma," she said.

"He saw Bruce adopt another vulnerable, traumatized orphan, and for the first time in his life, Dick got to observe as an outsider what he had gone through in losing his parents."

"So all of your grief?" Harley said. "He perceived it as weakness. As his weakness. Because he wasn't seeing you, Jay, when he looked at you. He was seeing himself in your place, as a grieving, abandoned kid. And he got scared and wanted to protect that little lost kid that he used to be."

"By making my life a living hell?" Jason asked her. "Saying all that shit about how my life wasn't that bad, and what was I crying for, and shit like that?"

"Unfortunately, yeah," Harley said heavily. "Dick wanted to erase your trauma from existence by saying all that because he thought subconsciously that forcing you to admit that you had no trauma would erase all the flashbacks and old fears he was feeling. Your presence was threatening his emotional security. So he had to tell you to grow up, to stop crying, because that's what he wanted to tell himself."

"But," Harley said, "he was also yearning for validation at the same time. So he got hyper-focused on how much worse he thought his own situation was compared to yours. I'm sorry, sweetie," Harley said sincerely.

"It was a rotten thing for him to do, traumatized or not. Having gone through shit doesn't erase a person's conscience," Harley said. "And he was plenty old enough to know what a colossal dick he was being and to have enough self-control to reign it in."

Jason snickered.

"You're really part of the Batfamily, now," he said. "Dick puns were the final initiation."

Harley laughed.

"Well, he deserves them all," she said a little bitterly. "And then some. I don't know if he really gets what he did to you or not, Jay," Harley said. "But I guess it's a good sign that he at least wants to try to work things out."

"We'll see what happens," Jason said guardedly. "But I'm not getting my hopes up."

"Yeah," Harley agreed. "Better to wait and see where he's at. It might take some time with Dick, to heal all of that," Harley said. "If all of it even can be healed," she added.

"Well, I'll never say never after me and Bruce have started working things out," Jason smiled into her hair as he trailed his fingers down her bare back.

"I will say this for Dickiebird," Jason said. "Seeing what I did to Damian? When I left him with Talia? That made me feel like I was as shitty as Bruce. So maybe I feel a little more empathetic to where Dickhead was coming from with me," Jason said. "I get he was fucked up, too."

"I think you're a better person than he is, though," Harley said honestly. "When you saw Bruce in yourself, you were immediately horrified," Harley said. "And you reached out to both Damian and Bruce because of it to try to make amends. We'll see what the Dickwad does," she said dryly as Jason giggled at her nickname.

"Oh, babe, you didn't ask Steph if you could tell me about her sexual abuse," Jason said suddenly, remembering what he and the current Batgirl had discussed earlier that night before Harley had gotten back from patrol.

"She was a little upset, I think, that I knew."

"Oh, shit!" Harley said in a panic, growling loudly at herself in frustrated regret.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she said, kicking her foot against the mattress in frustration.

"Godammit," she groaned. "I am such an idiot. I bet she feels betrayed."

"I tried to explain to her that you were messed up pretty bad that night," Jason said. "And that you would only have told me 'cause we're married, not anybody else."

"Thanks, Jay," Harley murmured.

"Fuck it," she cried, though, a second later. "I can't believe I did that. Worst goddamn therapist ever."

Harley's hands had started tugging at her hair almost unconsciously as she internally eviscerated herself for her oversight in dealing with such a vulnerable piece of history that Steph had entrusted to her.

"You were having a rough day, baby," Jason said compassionately, gently taking her hands in his.

"I think she'll forgive you," he said, kissing Harley's palms and fingers, which she was still knotting and twisting in anxiety.

"And me and Steph had a good talk," Jason said reassuringly, trying to help his wife focus on the positive.

"That's good," Harley sighed, but she was still growling under her breath and grinding her teeth.

"Babe, you are an amazing woman and the undeniable Queen of Gotham," Jason said to her sweetly, "but you're never gonna be perfect. And you don't have to be," he said, giving her little kisses against her forehead until he felt her start to relax against him.

"It's ok," he told her. "Really," he promised her. "You'll talk to Steph this afternoon and work it out."

"Ok," Harley grumbled against him. "But I feel really bad," she muttered despondently.

"I know," Jason said soothingly, stroking her hair back from her head. "And Steph will know, too, how bad you feel when you talk to her. It'll be ok," Jason said again, starting to rub circles on Harley's back.

"We all make mistakes," he said gently. "Isn't that what you tell me?" he asked her, smiling against her forehead.

"Yeah, yeah," Harley said, beginning to smile a little bit at Jay's comforting encouragement against her will.

"I may suck a little bit at taking my own advice," Harley sighed into his neck.

"It's ok," Jay repeated, still smoothing her hair with one hand. "I love you, anyway."

"I love you, too," Harley said softly.

Their eyes locked in the moonlight floating through the room and Jason caught Harley's lips in a soft kiss that she sighed into, relaxing into his touch.

His hand was gentle as he skimmed it down her side, lightly gliding over her curves in a caress meant to relax and comfort her and Harley let out a breathy moan, encouraging him to continue as one of her hands found its way to hang onto the back of his neck while he continued to slowly kiss her.

Harley whimpered into his mouth as his hand slid over her breasts and gently traced her stomach before dipping down to her core, where he only teased her slit open for the barest moment before continuing to let his hand travel lightly over the rest of her body.

Harley tugged on Jason's neck, pulling him over with her as she rolled onto her side, still kissing him with needy moans and sighs as his hand cupped her breast and began to gently massage it, the calluses on his palm only adding to her arousal.

Jason bent his head to replace his hand with his mouth and began to suck and tease at her nipple as his hand massaged her stomach, rubbing slow circles that Harley began to urgently wish would travel a little lower to where she was starting to drip with desire.

When she couldn't take it anymore, Harley whined impatiently and grabbed Jay's hand in hers, moving it to her slit where she wanted it. She kept her hand resting on top of her husband's, their fingers interlaced, as he stroked into her wet folds and up to her clit in a tantalizingly deliberate rhythm.

Her other hand was tangled in Jason's hair, tugging and pulling on it in time with his sucking and stroking, but when Jason's fingers pushed their way inside of her, Harley moaned and gave up her hold on his hair in order to dig her fingernails into his muscular back as she arched her pelvis and tried to squeeze him in deeper.

"Just relax, baby," Jason breathed, letting her breast go with a final swirling lick to her nipple. "I'm gonna take good care of you," he murmured against Harley's neck, beginning to kiss his way to her jugular, adding some extra tongue when he plunged his fingers further in before beginning to pump them in and out of her wet channel.

Harley wrapped both arms around Jason's neck and clung to him as he ground into her pussy, pushing deeper and twisting until he found the spot that made her moan.

"Jay," Harley cried against his forehead as he began to punish her g-spot even harder.

She sniffed and felt some tears leak out of her eyes as she held onto Jason desperately, feeling too weak and helpless to do anything but hang on and ride the waves of increasing need that Jason was stirring up with his grinding assault.

"Fall apart," Jason murmured in her ear. "I've got you."

Harley's tears began to fall harder as Jason increased the intensity of his fingers' pulsing rhythm until Harley gave a muffled shriek into his shoulder and gasped around him, her pussy clamping down hard on his still-pumping fingers as her orgasm hit her.

Jason drew it out as she moaned and quietly sobbed against him until she fell back against the pillows, exhausted. Jason crawled on top of her, sliding his hard cock into her still quivering warmth, and Harley clasped her arms around his neck gratefully as he bent down to give her deep, wet kisses while he began to fuck her.

She whimpered against him, her body boneless and completely relaxed, her hips easily following Jason's lead as he took control and fucked her hard, knowing that she needed that release from her built-up guilt and tension over screwing up with Steph.

"Let go, baby," Jason whispered against her lips. "I'm gonna fuck you until you see stars," he said.

Harley arched and moaned against him. Jason chuckled huskily while he continued his sharp thrusts, loving how Harley's eyes started to roll back when she began to bliss out in his arms.

She was a weepy, incoherent mess by the time Jason hit the spot that sent her into another orgasm, and as Harley came hard, Jason exploded into her, too, feeling so unbelievably grateful that he was the man who not only got to fuck his Harley but pick up her pieces when she broke down.

Just like she picked up his.