*** This one I think is probably an M, I doubt it, but I don't know. But just to be sure, if any of you impressionable young kiddies out there are reading this then GO BACK TO BED! Save your innocent minds *****

Their lips broke apart after a minute.

"I'm sorry, I…" said Batman, but before he could finish his sentence, Harley grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him again.

It wasn't sweet, like before, there was no big build-up to it. It was spur-of-the-moment, an "I want you now" type of kiss, the kind that usually lead to something more.

Her hands moved from beside his face down to the back of his neck. She grasped the rubber and tried to pull it away, not used to kissing someone in a mask. His hands moved too. They moved to her hips, her waist and up to her chest, then to her shoulders and the collar of her coat. Her shirt teared slightly, due to the fact that he practically ripped it off.

All the while Harley was still trying to get his mask off, her curiosity over took her and she was desperate to know his true identity. But by the time her bra was off, she was too swept up in it all to bother with the mask.

He pinned her to the ground, moans and sighs escaped Harley's lips, and her body quivered and convulsed under the weight of him. He was different to the Joker; once Mr. J was done she was simply chucked to the ground. But with the Batman it was different, it seemed like he actually cared about her.

Harley had her first orgasm in months, her mouth gaped open with a scream that was too loud to come out, and her blonde hair tussled over her bare shoulders.

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Harley shot up, her head spiralling as the effects of last night sunk in.

She grabbed her strewn coat from a protruding lamp and pulled it up to her chest, suddenly self-conscious of her naked body.

"Oh, hey.." Harley said awkwardly, spying Bruce Wayne in the corner of her vision. His bat suit was already on and as his steely gaze met hers, she could tell he already regretted what had happened.

"I have to go" He muttered, walking away.

"Wait, What?" Harley yelled. She was surprised at the amount of concern in her tone, but she just couldn't handle being left behind again. "What about our plan? Hell, What about last night?"

"That was a mistake." He growled, "It's never a good ideas for enemies to have relations, even if they are on your side momentarily."

Harley stood up, the anger inside her brewing. How dare he just leave her here? The coat dropped around her ankles, and she was left there in her black panties, boiling with fury.

"So that's it!" She screamed, stomping closer and closer to the dark knight. "The clock strikes twelve and Cinderella leaves the Goddamn ball? Don't you dare even try to give me some crap excuse to leave, okay! Cause we didn't even figure out a plan last night before you kissed me!"

"Do you really think I want to leave?" Batman yelled. "I'm only leaving because I know there is not a single point in staying. You may think you want revenge and that you're suddenly one of the good guys, but you aren't. The minute you see that painted face, you are going to run straight back to the madman, and this will only become something you'll laugh about with your boyfriend."

Batman unlocked the Bat mobile and jumped in.

"If you truly wish to do good, be at Gotham Hospital by 4pm, we'll go ahead with the plan anyway."

He closed the door and sped off through his labyrinth of entrances. Harley stood there, a counter-argument was on the tip of her tongue but unable to be used. She slumped onto the ground, choking back the incoming tears. She was left alone, again, but this time it hurt more than the Joker's abuse did. Even the person who believed everyone could be saved didn't want her. Which meant she was worse than any murderer or lunatic that he had ever faced.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it, Miss." Came a gentle voice from one of the doors.

Harley spun around, pulling the coat up to cover her chest in surprise.

Alfred, the butler, was standing there, a look of pity on his face.

"He has a tendency to leave most of his… er… guests here, I wouldn't take it personally. You can leave this way if you want."

Alfred stepped closer, a welcoming hand outstretched to her.

"Oh… You're the Joker's girl aren't you, the gymnast." Alfred took his step back, and furrowed his brow.

Through incoming tears, Harley stuttered her way through an explanation. The butler listened and almost seemed to understand. By the time she had finished, his hand was out to her again, helping her up from the floor.

Harley threw her shirt on as she walked out the door, the butler walking steps behind her.

"Thankyou" She said as she left, through her eyes he could see she was truly grateful.

Alfred only smiled.

"Innocent until proven guilty" he said sofly, and left without another word.