Harley and Bruce spent their time talking about their lives, both lying flawlessly between the bites of steak and fresh green salad. They collectively drank a bottle of Bruce's favorite wine.

"Oh, this chair is killin' me, Bruce!" Harley stretched her sore muscles.

"We could continue our conversation in the sitting room; the loveseat is far more comfortable than these old chairs?" Bruce walked to her side, offering her his hand.

"Well, alright then." She smiled, taking his hand.

He led her to a small sitting room where Bruce sat her down on the loveseat, and stroked the dimly lit fireplace until it roared back to life. He then sat next to her, and continued to ask her about her personal life. She started talking about her teenage years, her college experience, the time before she even met the Joker, the only time of her life she didn't have to lie about.

"You have to be the most interesting person I have ever met." Bruce gazed into her blue eyes. "You're a gymnast and a psychiatrist? You are quite extraordinary."

"I am not worth half as much as you, Brucie." She shook her head at him, teasingly getting in his face.

"But, I'm not half as beautiful as you, Harley." He got even closer to her face.

The sound of the name she preferred caught her off guard, and her eyes locked on his. "Harley?"

"I thought it sounded cute for you, if you don't min-"

"Say it again?"

"Harley." She suddenly found her arms wrapped around his neck, pushing his lips against his. Bruce was surprised but welcomed the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. Her lips released his and she leaned back to admire his face, so much more tan then the past white she was used to. Bruce's jaw was broad and defined the exact opposite of his. Bruce looked up at her with a puzzled expression on his face, Harley realized she was staring and again let her lips intertwine with his. This time she let her tongue brush his bottom lip gingerly until he opened his mouth. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and met his tongue, which danced gingerly between her mouth and his. Harley cupped his face in her hands and gave him a hard kiss on his lips and then pulled away to look at him, she couldn't believe what was happening.

Bruce put his hand over her hand on his face and said, "I swear, Harley, I wasn't trying to seduce you, I promise."

Harley smiled at him, "I know." She took him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to deliver another set of kisses to him. Bruce put his arms around her and pulled her up off the couch, and then off the ground as he kissed her even harder. Harley then lifted herself up, kicking her stilettos off, wrapping her legs around him and he carried her into his bedroom.