Beauty and the Bat
Chapter 2: Secret Feelings
Batman dropped Scarecrow off with the Arkham Guards. They thanked him as they put Scarecrow in cuffs and dragged him back to his cell. Without another glance back at the bad doctor Crane, Batman walked back the way he came. He passed all his enemies' cells, not even giving them a second glance, but when he came to Harley Quinn's cell, he couldn't help but stop. He gazed into her cell, watching her sleeping form on her mattress. For anyone passing by him, he had a emotionless expression, but on the inside, Bruce was a whirlwind of emotions. He felt a mix of love/hate for Harley.
At first she was just like every other crinimal to him. She would escape and Batman would track her down and take her back to the asylum. Then, somewhere along the way, he started seeing Quinn in a different light. He started noticing how truly beautiful she was. She was like a goddess. The Dark Knight also took into account that she had a wonderful personality. Harley had a cheerful attitude and the way she spoke made Bruce smile, at least on the inside. He had formed an attraction for Joker's girl.
However, he couldn't help but to feel a little hate towards the girl, and towards himself. Bruce hated himself for liking her. He was a hero, he should not have fallen for a low-life crinimal like her. Batman also hated her for the fact that Harley loved the Joker. That part wasn't hate exactly, more like jealousy. Harley Quinn loved that insane clown with every fiber of her being, and how does Joker return her feelings? He don't. He treats her like a dog. To him, Quinn was nothing more than a tool to use for his mad plans.
At the thought of thought Batman gritted his teeth together and balled up his fists in anger. She deserved better than that. No matter what she had done, Harley Quinn was still human. If she could just get over her feelings for the Joker, maybe he could step into his place. He would treat her like a queen.
With a sigh Batman relaxed, his anger seeping away and replaced by his usual gloominess. Without another glance at the beautiful sleeping woman, Batman left Arkham Asylum. Who was he kidding. Harley Quinn would never fall for her enemy. He would just have to bottle up his feelings for her.
"It's for the best." Batman said to himself, "Dating your enemies is never a good decision."