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Spoiler alert: This story relates to the "Harley Quinn #1-2" Convergence Comics. Spoiler alert!

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It was amazing how a world shattering event can change people's lives.

Here was the woman who had shattered his right hand and nearly killed him, curled up beside him in bed.

It was hard for him to remember the time before, the pain, the agony of the moment, but what came after was easier.

After the Dome had surrounded them, and the city had struggled to find some measure of order. She had come to him.

It had been part of her recovery and rehabilitation program.

At first he had been freaked out. Who would not when confronted by his attacker and recurrent tormentor of his nightmares.

Being a cop in Gotham had been risky enough but going up against a costume or a meta-powered freak was the quickest way to disability retirement or the morgue.

But when he had seen her face, without the costume, without all the make-up. He was suddenly afraid for her and not of her.

It took time after that, the Dome Support sessions, Group Therapy, eighteen months of surgery to get his hand back to even a semblance of working.

They were a couple by then. Living together, sleeping together. Enjoying what life they had scratched out for themselves under the Dome.

Then the convergence began. The super powered fights to the death to protect their city.

Poison Ivy and Catwoman had barged into their apartment and returned Harley to her former self. Or at least that's what they thought they were doing.

The drugs they pumped into Harley to cleanse the non-existent mood stabilizers from her system simply gave her an incredibly potent jump to her fragile mental state.

He had been watching her face when the manic smile had reappeared.

Her white teeth gleaming in the dark, and that laugh, that terrible laugh that had given him endless torments whilst recovering in the hospital before she had come to see him.

She had left him then, seen her walk out of the apartment without a single glance back.

He had even watched her battle the rabbit and win. Every facet of her manic personality unleashed upon the unsuspecting furry hero.

Regardless of the end result; in a way he had wanted her to lose. He wanted her to stop and come back.

But she won and went away. A goldfish his only consolation prize.

Sadly it had not ended there, she returned a week later.

Wearing her costume, she had been standing out in the rain across from the apartment.

In truth he had only seen her by chance as he ran home along the other side of the street to get out of the rain himself.

He had seen her out of the corner of his eye as a passing truck's headlights illuminated the glossy red and black she wore.

She stood just in a shadowed alcove...

Authors Note: This is a drabble idea that will grow into something short and simple, a two-shot perhaps. Lots of sex in next chapter.

-Death7270