Harley woke up sore from the night's happenings, and the lumpy couch the Joker had ordered she sleep on. She was wearing a black pencil skirt with a matching blazer, she had put a red silk cut off spaghetti strap on underneath, and a pair of stockings dark enough to hide the bruising. She had to look professional, but she hated wearing lairs of clothing. She wore her nicest black stilettos, her glasses, and tied her hair back in a neat bun. She hated dressing like this, but she had to keep her appearances as Dr. Harleen Quinzel. She was waiting patiently at the door of Wayne Manor for her appointment.

"Hello, Miss Quinzel. I am Alfred, I'll be showing you to the dining room. Unfortunately Master Wayne was out late and is having a little trouble getting up. He'll be down in just a moment." He motioned inside the house towards the dining room.

"Well, you sure know how to make a gal feel welcome!" she batted her eyelashes at him and followed him through the manor. "So, Brucie is a big party boy, ain't he?" she joked.

"Master Bruce spends his time wisely, I'm sure."

"Sheesh, I was joking, laugh a little, it'll liven you up, and you could use a little liven up old timer!" She nudged him with her elbow.

He forced a smile and pulled out her chair for her, "Master Wayne will be down shortly." Harley rolled her eyes and sat down, drumming her fingers against the fine wood table.

"Man, this guy is loa-"

"Dr. Quinzel?"

"Mr. Wayne!" She shot out of her seat in surprise turning around quickly.

Bruce laughed and extended his hand, "Please, call me Bruce."

Harley took his hand and smiled, "Only if ya call me Harleen, Bruce."

"I'd like to apologize for my tardiness, if I knew how beautiful my guest was, I would have certainly been here faster." He smiled.

Harley's face flushed, "You flatter me, Bruce.. But we are here to talk business!" she quickly sat down, turning her face from him so he wouldn't be able to see her now rosy cheeks. He laughed and took the seat across from her.

"Very well, let's see your proposal, Harleen." She liked the way her named sounded in his voice. She slid over a laminated proposal, highly thought out, and completely fake. He slid it to the side and asked, "Amount?"

"$30,000."

"Cause?"

"Researching the criminally insane."

"My involvement?"

"Signing a few papers."

"Deal."

"Excuse me!" Harley nearly fell out of her seat in shock.

"I trust you, but I have one condition." He put his finger to his mouth.

"What is it Bruce?" Her heart pumping with excitement.

"Let me take you out tonight." He smiled.

"..on a date?" she asked, not knowing how to feel.

"No, it is just an investor getting to know his potential business partner." Bruce let out a laugh.

Harley thought for a moment, what would the Joker do if he saw her fraternizing with him? Although, he did say to whore herself out. She frowned as his words hit her the second time around. "I am not sure if being seen together would be professionally appropriate, but I wouldn't object to staying in for dinner." She smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't be angry.

"That sounds excellent, Harleen." He smiled at her, and then called for Alfred to begin bringing in dinner, and wine.

"Wine? That is really nice, Bruce!"

"Doesn't your boyfriend buy you wine?" Bruce looked concerned.

Whatever it takes, "No, I don't have a boyfriend." She sighed.

"What a shame."