Author's Note: Ending this story was rather hard, I didn't really want to, it made me rather sad quite actually! Thank you guys for reading all the way through. :) Hopefully I can come up with other stories for you to enjoy... :)


Bruce put his hands on Harley's wrists, forcing them down on the bed.

"Bruce?" she asked nervously.

For a moment, he didn't say a word, contemplating what his next move was; he didn't understand how she could waltz into his home and make him feel the way he did. She didn't have a conscience, let alone a soul. What kind of person can toy with a man like that? Anger began to course through Bruce's veins. His head was bent down, hair covering his face from Harley's view. Harley lay underneath him, nervous of what was happening to the Bat. She managed to wriggle one of her hands free, bringing it to his face and moving the hair away. She felt a drop of warm water fall onto her bare stomach.

"Are…you crying, Bruce?" She said in awe, as she realized she had reduced the Big Bad Bat to tears.

"How…could you?" he muttered, holding back tears.

"What Bruce?"

His sadness quickly turned to anger, as he pinned her down with all the force he could manage, Harley let out a scream. "You came into my house, convinced me you were a perfectly normal woman, here with pure intentions, made me feel something for you, make…. Love to you…Harley Quinn.." his voice trailed off, and he was quiet once again.

A tear rolled down Harley's cheek. She didn't know why but she was suddenly overcome with sadness, not fear.

"I swear to you Bats, I didn't know it was you," she searched for his face in the darkness, "do you really think I would have slept with you if I would of known it was really you behind all that money?"

"WHY SHOULDN'T I THINK THAT?" Bruce screamed angrily, "YOU are his little servant, if he told you to sleep with me, then you damn well would have!"

"BUT HE DIDN'T!" Harley screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I-I…slept with you, because… no one has ever made me feel the way you did. You don't yell at me, you don't hurt me, you actually listen and talk to me!"

Bruce's grip loosened and he leaned back as her words hit him, "You really didn't know I was Batman?"

"You really didn't know I was Harley Quinn?"

Bruce got out of the bed and found his boxers in the darkness, slipping them on, and then finding a pair of pajama pants to wear, "Don't move, Harley. You really don't want to test me today." Harley did as she was told, she watched him open a drawer and pull something from it. At first she thought it was one of his many gadgets, but then she was uncertain when he didn't turn to use it on her. Instead she heard a scribbling sound, followed by ripping. He made her way back to her in the dark, Harley closed her eyes, prepared for whatever punishment he had to deliver her.

"Open your eyes."

Harley cautiously opened them, to see Bruce handing her a small piece of paper. She took it from him. It took her a second but after her eyes adjusted she realized it was a check signed for $30,000. A small noise escaped from her mouth, she was so confused, she had no clue what she should say.

"Take it, I assume bringing this back to him will insure your safety for at least one more night, right? I'd feel guilty sending you off to be beaten," Bruce collected Harley's clothes and threw them on the bed, and turned away from her, "get dressed now."

Harley was quiet for quite some time. Bruce noticed she was moving very slowly. He heard her feet hit the hard wood floor. He turned around; she was fully dressed with tears on the brim of her eyes. "Why are you letting me go, Bruce? Why are you giving me this money?"

Bruce walked to her and looked into her baby blue eyes, and wiped a tear away, "I'm giving Harleen Quinzel this money, because I got to know her tonight, and I care for her." He kissed Harley for what could be the last time. "I just wish Harley Quinn could be a better person. I want to save her," He gave her another kiss, "but I don't think I can."

Harley stepped away from him, a pain shot through her heart, "If he ever finds out.. He'll beat me so much.."

"You don't tell him who I am, and I won't tell him about who you are."

With each word, Bruce grew colder, and felt further from Harley. Whatever romance she had kindled tonight with Bruce was quickly smoldering out.

Another tear fell, "Crazy, what we do for love, isn't it?" She began walking out of the room. Bruce looked after her as she left through the darkened door frame.

"Crazy."