author's note I appreciate the review! It was very nice. I'm hoping to get more and I'm also hoping to post up my new Batman fan fiction which is going to be a little darker and more dramatic. And I swear this is getting funnier. I figure I'd get all the depressing stuff out of the way and make it clear for good times.

"So she's single?" Bruce Wayne asked as he sipped his glass of red wine.

"That's what I'm saying," Selina replied. "She told Joker off and now she's hold up in her room."

"I don't like this."

"Why? We may get a sane version of the girl," Selina joked.

"No, I mean you living with them."

"Here we go again," she muttered.

"I just don't get why you couldn't ask for the money or even move in with me."

"Bruce, I told you, I don't feel comfortable taking your money and we've just started dating. Moving in together would be a big mistake," she explained.

He rolled his eyes.

"Hey! There'll be none of that," she told him pointing her fork at him.

"Alright. I still don't like it."

"I know you hate my friendship with the rogues."

They sat silent for a moment, each nibbling at their food. It was supposed to be a special night. A night without crime, a night without arguing. So far they had argued about which restaurant to go to, which car to take, Selina's living arrangements, and the dress she chose to wear ("A backless dress will cause a riot. These are rich stiffs, not the rogues gallery." Bruce told her. "That's why we should go to the Iceberg!" she argued.) And last but not least the third glass of wine Selina chose to have.

"Some night," she sighed.

"Do you think she'd try to kill herself?" Bruce asked.

"Who? Harley?"

"Yeah."

"No, I don't think she's the type," Selina replied.

"When did they break up?"

"She DUMPED him about four days ago," she said, stressing the dumped part.

"And she's still in her room blasting the Annie Lennox?"

"No, I mean she's still in her room but the Annie Lennox has changed. It was Sinead O'Conner the other day and yesterday it was Kidney Thieves."

"Kidney Thieves?"

"You've never heard of the Kidney Thieves?" she asked in disbelief.

"No, I can't say that I have."

"They do this song, Crazy, here," she said as she pulled out her phone and dialed Harley's number. She pressed the phone up to Bruce's ear.

♪Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue. I knew, you'd love me as long as you wanted. And someday, you'd leave me for somebody new. Worry, why do I let myself worry. Wondering, what in the world should I do. Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you. I'm crazy for trying, crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you.♪

Bruce gave Selina a funny look. "What is that?"

"Harley's ringback tone," she replied plainly.

"No I mean that music. It's so, I don't even know."

"It's called rock. Sorry it's not opera," she joked.

"Doesn't it worry you she didn't answer her phone?"

"Not really. She probably didn't hear it. You should hear how loud she plays her radio."

flash over to Harley dancing around her room to The Time Warp. Her cell phone is playing U Ur Hand by Pink and lighting up. Selina's name is on the caller ID but Harley can't hear it

"I see. Still, with her mood I'd be worried."

Selina sat her fork down onto the table and stared at Bruce.

"What?" he asked.

"You are worried aren't you?"

"What? No. I mean…no."

"You are!"

"You're sitting here telling me about how sad she is and how she's been playing all these sad songs and not coming out her room. Then you call her and she doesn't answer! The only thing I can think of is her lying on her bed bleeding from her wrists and listening to Requiem of a Dream!" Bruce explained.

"Oh my god, you are pathetic."

They sat quietly. Bruce fuming about being called pathetic and Selina itching to tell every rogue that Batman worried about them.

"She kissed me," Bruce finally said.

"Excuse me?" Selina asked.

"A few years ago. I was taking her back to Arkham and she kissed me. Twice. Dick was there, so was Poison Ivy. If you don't believe me ask them," he explained.

Selina gave him the death glare.

"It wasn't bad. Put a smile on my face, that's for sure."

"Get the check. We're leaving," she commanded.

"Why?"

"I want to make sure your girlfriend isn't dead. I want to kill her myself."

Harley decided to move her dance party into the living room. She cranked on the stereo and put her dance mix on. She loved having the apartment to herself and after four days of depression it was time to pull herself together. She put on her favorite pair of pants (black and leather), her favorite shirt (black sleeveless with Rock & Roll written in white across the chest), and her favorite boots (black heeled).

She danced into the kitchen to Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard and opened the fridge. She pulled out a beer and cracked it open.

♪Pour some sugar on me. In the name of love. I'm hot, sticky, sweet. From my head to my feet. ♪

Harley decided to jump up on the kitchen table and do a little Coyote Ugly style dance when the door opened and Bruce and Selina stepped in.

"See, she's fine," Selina said.

"I'll say," he replied.

Selina gave him the death glare again.

Harley continued dancing, completely unaware of Bruce and Selina until the music stopped.

"Hey! What the hell…lo," she said.

"Feeling better?" Selina asked.

"Much," she replied hopping off the table. "Hiya!" she said the Bruce.

"Hi, Bruce Wayne," he said.

"Harley," she told him shaking his hand.

"Where's Pamela?" Selina asked.

"Red? She said she had to run to the store but that was a couple of hours ago so I'm guessing she made a stop at the Iceberg or at Harvey's place."

"Harvey? As in Harvey Dent? Why would she go there?" Selina asked.

"They're in love but currently they're broken up but Red says they were never dating, they just had a fling but she seemed pretty miffed that he didn't call after they fought," Harley explained.

Bruce looked at Selina in confusion. "Did you catch that?"

"Unfortunately I did."

"Harley?" Poison Ivy called through Harley's bedroom door. "I'm going to the store."

There was no response so she just left. She hated to lie to Harley but she didn't want to admit that she was going to see Harvey.

Ivy walked out of the apartment building and hailed a cab. She gave the driver the address and mentally planned out what she would say when she got there.

"Big date?" the driver asked.

"No. Not really," she replied.

"Just thought cuz you was all dressed up."

Ivy looked down at herself. He was right. She was rather dressed up. She hadn't done it on purpose. She just picked out something nice. She always seemed to be dressed up when she'd go to meet Harvey. He had commented on it every time. She smoothed out her black dress.

"You look nice though," the cab driver continued.

"Thank you," she replied. She started to play with her hair. Originally she was going to pull it up but then she decided to let it hang down in loose curls. She never knew what to do with her hair. She also never knew what to wear and not she was getting chilly. She should have grabbed a jacket but she thought that since it was August she would be fine without. "It's just nerves," she told herself. "You're fine."

The car stopped, she paid the driver, and got out. The can sped off and she stood there on the curb. She looked at the door to the old abandoned house which was Harvey Dent's current hideout. She walked to the door and stopped.

"This is crazy," she said. "Just go home." She turned to leave and then she heard the door open.

"Leaving so soon?" Harvey asked.

"Well, I thought it would be rude to drop by without calling," she replied, her back still facing him.

"That's some dress," he commented. "Must be chilly without a coat or sleeves."

"Not really," she told him. A chill ran down her spine and her body trembled. "Damn," she cursed under her breath.

"Want to come in?" he asked.

She didn't say anything. She just turned around and walked inside the house.

Harvey smirked and closed the door behind them.

"I'm not staying. I just came to say what I got to say and them I'm leaving," she told him.

"Ok, go on then."

"Well…"she began, "I guess I'm sorry I said what I did on the phone."

"And?"

"And I'm sorry that I didn't tell Harley and I'm also sorry that I made you feel bad about how I feel about you. I'm really not embarrassed by you or your lesser half."

"Anything else?"

"That was all."

"Goodnight then," he said walking out of the room.

"Goodnight then? What the hell is that?" she asked following him.

"You said you weren't staying. You were just telling me what you had to say and then you were leaving. You said that was all you had to say."

"You…you're….you….you infuriate me!" she yelled as she turned to leave.

Harvey reached out and wrapped his arm around her waste, pulling her to him. "I like it when you get all riled up," he whispered in her ear.

Ivy struggled against him and then gave up. She leaned her head back onto his chest and smiled. "Evil," she said.

"I am not. I'm conflicted."

"Why didn't you call me?" she asked.

"I was afraid," admitted pulling her into the living room.

"Afraid of what?" she asked as they took a seat on the couch.

"You, what you might say."

"Aw…I scare you," she joked.

"You're very scary," he said nuzzling her neck.

She smiled. "Why Mr. Dent, what are you doing?" she asked playfully.

He pushed her down and climbed on top of her. "I think we need to make up for lost time."