A/N: And here we have it, the grand finale! Now maybe I can focus on something I'm actually supposed to be writing. One last thanks to Daniel for this one.

A week had passed, and both had just about wrapped up everything they had been working on. The plan was perfect by both of their standards and her new costume was complete, though Harley still refused to show it to him just yet. She wanted to wait until they put their plan into action to let him see her in it.

They were incredibly happy to have put together such a wonderful scheme, and were excited to try it out, but without anything to keep them busy, an old problem started to arise again. Namely, the fact that they were in the process of falling desperately in love with one another and trying to shake that off. Without their work to distract them, those thoughts returned to the forefronts of their minds.

Still, Eddie tried his best to keep things normal. He had finally grown so comfortable with Harley that the thought of losing that and going back to their strained silences and heavy tension was too much for him. No matter how often he ended up stammering and blushing, he still tried to keep casual conversation going with her. He just hoped that his actions wouldn't give away his feelings.

"So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?" she asked, referring to their plans.

"Yes, it is," he replied. "Are you excited?"

"Of course I am! It's gonna be so much fun!" she said, grinning. "Really, I've been so happy lately."

"I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life," he confessed, unable to help it and hoping that that didn't sound too sentimental. However, Harley was looking at him so intently that he was sure she could read exactly what he was thinking. "I...I mean," he said, trying to cover it up, "I've been having fun too. I-I-I just was trying to say...well, what I meant was-"

For the second time, she interrupted him with her lips on his and her hands in his hair. This time, he did not need to think so much, and only gave in to her kiss, pulling her closer to him and deepening it. She kissed him fervently, starved, as though she had felt every aching desire that he had felt over the past week and a half.

She tugged at his hair and bit down on his lip, causing him to moan into her mouth. This granted her tongue entrance and she explored his mouth roughly, pulling his hair so hard that it hurt. But this, he didn't mind, because how could he mind anything when he had her kissing him like this?

When they at last parted, it was not as abrupt as the last time, and they stared at each other for a bit, catching their breath. She looked even more beautiful to him, if that was even possible. Perhaps the last kiss had not been her making her move, but there was no doubt in his mind that she meant it this time.

He once again put his arms around her, pulling her into a light embrace. "Oh, Harley," he said softly.

"Eddie," she said, her voice cracking. She pushed away from him, and he was surprised to see her eyes were teary. "I-I'm sorry."

"No," he said, in complete and total disbelief. Was she really going to brush something like that off again?
"No, listen," she said. "I'm really, really sorry. It's not fair of me to keep losing control of myself like that and putting you in that position. I'm so, so sorry that I did that to you again, but we just...can't."

"Harley, what the hell is going on here?" he burst out, frustrated. How could she keep playing him like this? "You keep sending me this ridiculous mixed signals, and I don't know how I'm supposed to keep up with you or figure out what you want from me."

"Eddie, I'm so-"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "No, I don't want to hear you apologize anymore. All I want is answers. Why do you keep doing this to me? First, you come into my room when we're both half-dressed, then act like it's nothing. Then, you kiss me and say you didn't mean it. Then, when we finally start to act like things are normal, you kiss me again, and then back off. Why do you keep trying to start something with me that you don't even want?"

"It's not that I don't want it," she said, "it's just that..."

"Do you actually?" he asked, laughing bitterly. "I certainly thought you did a few times, but every single time, you always apologize and run off and insist we pretend it never happened! It sounded like you wanted it, too, but I suppose you didn't mean what you said at Arkham at all!"

Both of their eyes widened. He hadn't intended to let her know that he had heard that, but he was so caught up in his frustration at their situation that he had accidentally let it slip. He was sure she was surprised by this.
"You heard that?" she asked, stunned.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," he said, "but I just happened to be passing and I heard my name. Ever since then, I've been so confused. If you actually want me, why do you keep acting like you're making a move, then stop? I want you, Harley. If it's because you think I don't, I do."

"We can't!" she screamed suddenly, startling him.

"But why not?" he asked. "That's what I've been trying to figure out, but I am at a complete loss."

"Because I don't just want you!" confessed Harley at last. "Maybe I wanted a night with you back then, but I don't want just that anymore. But you're so sweet and adorable and perfect, and I'm just damaged goods that will never deserve someone like you! Okay? I know that, and I'm just scared of losing you. You make me feel like somebody, and I don't know what I'd do without you! I'd rather just keep things the way they are and be happy with it. I don't want a night with you because I know that's all I'd ever get."

"Harley," he said softly, shocked. Was she saying what he thought she was saying. "I would never...I would never do something like that to you. I don't think you're damaged goods, and the thought of you not deserving me is laughable. You're beautiful and intelligent and fun, and one of the only real friends I've ever had. You are not damaged goods, and one night is not all you would get from me."

"But, Eddie, I really think I'm falling for you. I mean, for real."

"Well, then," he said, blushing but unable to keep a stupid grin from forming, "I believe we have something in common. You could throw a sack of bricks off the side of a cliff, and I'd still say I've fallen harder."

"You really want to be with someone like me?" asked Harley. "After everything you know about me, you really want to be with me?"

"Like I said, you aren't damaged goods. There is nothing that could make me not want to spend every day with you," he replied.

"Oh, Eddie," she cried, enveloping him in a tight hug. "I'm so happy, really. I'm sorry for actin' so confusing lately."

"It's alright," he said, returning her hug and rubbing her back gently. "You were just confused to. But, now that the problem has been solved and everything has been figured out, we can move on."

"I hope by 'move on', you mean continue," she said, pulling back from the hug and looking up at him with a wicked smile. "Because I'd really like to pick up where we left off. There's been a little something I've been wanting to do for a while now...of course, you know all about that, don't you, ya little eavesdropper?"

His face turned a deep shade of red as he realized what she was saying. "H-H-Harley! Y-you mean-" But he couldn't finish his sentence, because she interrupted him once again with a kiss.

A/N: Yes! I actually finished something. Way to go, Hannah. May or may not write a sequel with them bangin'. Also may or may not write a little something about her new costume. Thanks for reading and remember to spread the Quiddler love.