Nightwing's Nightingale
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters just the plot
Pairing: Richard Dick Grayson/Nightwing Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn
Chapter 5
Harley sat in her new room, reading one of the many books Alfred brought from the library, where ever it was in this place. She had already completed one, and was now reading the sequel. She decided when she was better, and if she was allowed, she would go and spend time in this library.
"Dick!" Harley heard a female call out. She definitely did not recognize the voice. She stared at the open door, hearing the clicking of heels as they came up what sounded like stairs. "Richard, where are you? You better not be ignoring me! I know you know he called me!" Her voice was getting closer and closer. Seemed like she was heading her way. She was right. A beautiful redhead now stood in the doorway staring at her in disbelief. Harley shifted uncomfortable under the woman's gaze as she tried to gather words for an explanation, yet she didn't know why. Maybe she knew her some how? A friend of Richard's that Batman decided to call up?
"You're exactly who I think you are, aren't you?" the woman said with a tone that made Harley cringe. She slowly nodded and the woman's glare became stronger. Harley looked away. "Why are you here?!"
"Nightwing brought me-" Harley started.
"No. The real reason why you're here," the woman practically growled through her teeth. "You don't think I know how much you'd go through just to please your sick and twisted boyfriend?"
That statement hit Harley so hard that she gasped. It was true. Back when things were ok with her and Joker, she would have done every and anything for him.
"I'm not with him anymore! If you knew that I was here then you know why too," Harley said with a stern tone, but looking down at her hands. The woman grabbed the bridge of her nose and sighed with an edge.
"You are putting the people that I care about in danger. Naturally, I am going to be protective of them. How do I know that this wasn't staged?"
"Because of Richard, I am alive. The Joker was going to kill me! Don't you understand? I can't go back to him. I won't!"
"You know his name?! You know what-doesn't matter. Look, I am sorry for what happened to you...but..ugh," she paced a little and looked towards the doorway.
"It's hard taking care of your enemy," Harley filled in for her. The woman looked up at her, her expression unreadable. Before she could respond, Alfred walked in.
"I see he got a hold of you," he stated. The redhead looked at him with silent gratitude for not using her name. Harley realized this quickly, and respected it. She was not yet on the safe side with this one. She was lucky that Richard trusted her so.
"Alfred, if I may speak with you alone?" Alfred nodded and looked at Harley.
"I shall be right back," Alfred said to Harley with a smile and a slight bow. Harley nodded with a sad smile and watched them walk out the room. She felt so out of place...so unwanted.
"I can assure you that I am not here by choice," Harley whispered. "But I swear...I'll make the most of it."
AN: I am so sorry that I didn't update sooner. Life gets in the way of things sometimes, and I am sorry that this chapter is short. Hopefully the next will be longer. But hey, what do you think? I love to hear from you! Love always!