Harley let her happiness pull her cheeks into a face-splitting smile, wide and toothy, as she bent down so the gold medal could be hung around her neck atop the podium.

She looked out into the crowd as her name was announced, seeing her mom and brothers standing in the front row, joining in the thunderous applause that filled the arena. Her eyes locked onto Pam's soon after, the redhead's smile proud and full of something Harley was now sure she could call love.

Selina was presented with both her silver medal and the 1st place team all-around trophy, which officially crowned the Gotham Preparatory Academy's gymnastics team National Champions. Something Selina had been working towards for a long, long time. She looked proud, although Harley knew she hadn't expected to find herself on the lower platform.

The brunette didn't look into the crowd, maybe not ready to share this moment with anybody yet. She just stared down at the medal around her neck and the trophy in her hands as Courtney Whitmore from Blue Valley was awarded the bronze medal.

Harley was having a hard time wrapping her head around the reality of it all. Of actually being here. Standing here, in this time and place, a winner. It was one thing to dream of it, to visualize it…but living it, that was different. As soon as her foot left the beam for her dismount, she knew she'd won. It was simple, all she had to do was land, and her feet had stuck to the mat like her soles were covered in Gorilla glue. She'd risen to the occasion. Proven she belonged here, in this life, on this stage, with these friends…no one would ever be able to take this away from her. This serene moment of genuine peace.

Selina was looking at her now, a reserved smile on her face, one tinged with just a hint of sadness…but also a calm Harley didn't totally recognize. She'd done her job. She was bringing the trophy home to Gotham Prep. They could share in this serenity together because they'd won…together.

And so Harley smiled back, though she was unable to scale back her happiness for Selina's sake. Not that she'd asked her to. Harley knew Selina wasn't great with feeling words, but she hoped she understood, hoped she could see the respect she had for her. The deep appreciation for delivering her to this moment.

"Thank you," she mouthed.

Selina's smile turned to a smirk, the corner of her lip curling upward ever so slightly.

/

"—people think of gymnastics as an individual sport, but it's not. To hold this trophy, everyone has to pull their weight, and tonight my girls did absolutely that," Coach Kane told the reporter, smiling, her arm around Selina's shoulders.

"Why do you think your team was so successful this year?"

"Well, Harleen Quinzel was obviously a stellar addition. Adding the best high school gymnast in the country to your roster would be a nice boost for any team. But talent means nothing without direction, and this girl right here," she squeezed Selina closer to her. "This is a leader. I handed her the reigns this summer and told her it was her team, her chance to rise to the occasion, and here we are. I could not be prouder, Selina," Kate turned to look at her, making sure to speak into the microphone. "You came, you saw, you conquered, but more importantly—you grew."

"Selina," the reporter addressed her now. "What did you say to Harleen before her final routine?"

"I—I told her what she already knew," Selina said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. "She was built for it—this moment. They all were. And we'll be back to do it again next year."

"Congratulations," the reporter smiled at her, pulling the microphone back and turning to search the crowd for her next subject—Harley, probably.

Selina's eyes wandered too. Coach Kane was talking, but Selina was looking for Bruce…or Pam…but Pam was preoccupied, cupping Harley's face and wiping away the blonde's tears of joy. And Bruce…

She was being tapped on the shoulder from behind. "Hey…"

Selina turned to find Talia standing there, running a hand through her dark hair and staining it with chalk. "Hey," Selina responded, surprised to find herself relieved at the sight. Probably because being here with her meant she wasn't with Bruce. "Thank you…for not fucking everything up."

"That was the main goal, really," Talia joked (joked? Talia?). "I half expected you to pull a Tonya Harding on Harley, but there's always next year."

Selina scoffed. "Do you really think so little of me?"

"Yes."

"Well…" Selina took a deep breath, crossing her arms. "I guess we've achieved our common goal, so I can go back to treating you like the person god spilled."

"I doubt we believe in the same God, so that's not the best way to hurt my feelings. You're tired, maybe you could try to be witty again tomorrow."

"Fortunately, I have no plans to see you tomorrow."

"You have my number," Talia reminded her.

"God, can you keep it in your pants for two seconds? You've gotta stop flirting with—,"

"Hey," Bruce interrupted, smiling broadly and glancing between them. They really had to find a more eloquent greeting. "You were incredible. Both of you."

"Actually, yeah, it would be great if you stopped flirting with him, too," Selina continued, hardly acknowledging Bruce and his both of you propaganda.

"Sorry, I—this looked like a friendly conversation," Bruce apologized for his interruption.

"Bruce Wayne, world's greatest body language detective," Selina admonished, deciding it was best they all just move on. "Where are we celebrating?"

"Mine?" Bruce suggested.

"Oh, well, my father was going to take me out to dinner if we won…" Talia said, as if she'd been invited. "But I'm sure he'll understand."

"Right, because Ra's al Ghul is famously understanding," Selina laughed.

"What do you know about my father?" Talia snapped.

"And…there she is," Selina smiled placidly at her, thoroughly satisfied. "Welcome back."

/

"Bruce. Bruce, you're staring. Glaring, actually."

He blinked, coming out of what was perhaps a trance. He had been staring…glaring. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I think you might need to eat something," Diana decided, standing to grab him another slice of pizza and setting it down on his empty place. "Where are you, really? Because you're certainly not here."

"I'm sorry," Bruce repeated. Why was he always apologizing? "I was just—the game. It wasn't even a well disguised blitz."

"That was my mistake," Dick said, looking equally despondent. "I should have picked him up."

"I've been saying you were soft up front all year," Selina reminded them, taking a sparkling water from the fridge. "Pam?"

"Lemon, please."

"Harl?"

"You got any Coke in there?"

"Vanilla work?"

"Yeah, sure!"

Selina retrieved all three drinks, tossing Harley's and handing Pam's to her where they all occupied the same couch. "You can only be responsible for so much, Bruce."

Bruce scoffed at that. "I doubt you would have been equally enlightened if you'd failed to lead your team."

"That sounds like a Diana line," Selina chuckled, twisting the cap off her bottle. "But I'm serious. I know you love to take the world on your shoulders but coming one snap short of a championship does not make you a failure."

"Easy for you to say," Bruce muttered sourly.

"We came a fall short of nationals last year," Talia piped up, startling Pam, who'd evidently forgotten she was sitting in the armchair in the corner. "It hurt, but as a collective we came back stronger and—,"

"Oh my God, I literally just said that please shut the fuck up," Selina begged.

"Selina, stop it," Bruce snapped, surprising everyone. Selina especially. "She's a guest in my house and there's no reason for you to talk to her like that."

Selina raised a dark eyebrow, a weighted silence falling in around them as he waited for her response. "Fine," she took a sip of her sparkling water. "It's just that…she's here, like, all the time."

"And she is also a human being with ears," Talia reminded her.

Pamela cleared her throat in the second, more uncomfortable silence that followed, Harley's leg bouncing nervously while Dick intently studied the fabric of his sweatpants, Diana's attention shifting from Bruce to Selina.

"Hey, um, why don't we play a game?" Harley suggested, trying desperately to alleviate a suddenly tense situation. "Truth or dare? We still haven't decided what Talia's trigger trope is."

"Daddy issues?" Pam suggested.

Before anyone could respond, Selina was standing up from the couch. "OK," she said, holding her hands in front of her like she was about to begin a sales pitch. "I think we need to go away."

"What?"

"I think we need a fuckin' vacation," Selina elaborated. "We deserve it. Bruce, I said we couldn't go to the lake house for Halloween, so how about we go now?"

"But, it's December," Dick reminded her. "We can't swim in December."

"But we can ride snowmobiles and build bonfires and whatever," Selina countered, sounding genuinely excited about the prospect. "Day after Christmas, let's go. We can make a weekend out of it."

Harley stood too, electing herself leader of Selina's hype squad for the moment. "That sounds like so much fun! I'm totally down."

"Pam?" Selina asked, hopeful. "What do you say?"

"I say we only have one SUV between us and it won't seat everyone," Pam answered, ever practical.

"My father said he'd get me a car for Christmas, and I could…ask that it be an SUV, if we need one," Talia offered, blatantly overplaying her hand.

"That's—OK, that's a little pathetic, but sure," Selina sighed. "There you go, transportation problem solved. And get a 4Runner or something with some towing capacity."

Talia nodded, accepting her mission.

"Yeah?" Selina prompted. "Is that a yes? Are we in? Awesome," she didn't wait for an actual answer. "We need to get our chemistry back. Our dialogue has been abysmal, our comedic timing is absolutely dragging and yes, I blame Talia for all of it."

"Fuck y—,"

"And we deserve it," she circled back to her first argument. "We've all worked our asses off so far this year and I need to recharge because I've aged like 15 years since school started. The amount of character development I've had to do? Exhausting."

"You literally just mocked me for doing my lit reading," Pam complained.

Selina waved her off, her focus aimed squarely at Bruce. Please.