A/N: I'm just chock full of sunshine and daisies this week. Just kidding, here's the most emo chapter so far. Fail. But I love the drama.

Chapter 13: Regrets and Mistakes

Nothing compares, no worries or cares

Regrets and mistakes they are memories made

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

"Someone Like You," Adele

2 weeks later…

"Do we always have to have our rendezvous in the worst part of town?" I groaned as Pam stopped at a seedy-looking pawn shop in the heart of Gotham, "I'm always afraid I'm going to be raped or shot or mauled by a dog or something."

"Oh you suburban kids and your fear of anything on the wrong side of the tracks," Pam teased.

"Look who's talking, rich bitch." I rolled my eyes.

"Point taken," she glanced up at the sign, "Yeah, this is the place." She then looked at her cell, which was adorned with green sequins, tacky and earthy, as always, "She should be here any minute."

"We're not staying here, are we?" I asked.

"I don't know." Pam shrugged, "There's not many places the three of us can go without looking suspicious or calling unwanted attention to ourselves. We are three hot chicks hanging out together; we're bound to cause a stir."

"I'm glad you're confident."

"You know it, sister."

I opened my mouth to say something but I heard high heels clacking behind me.

"Girls," A deeper, sultry voice said.

Pam's face broke into a wide grin as Selina Kyle sauntered onto the scene. She was dressed in a black lace top with only a black bra under it, tight black jeans with patent leather black heels, and her sleek dark-brown hair was pulled up into a sky-high ponytail. She didn't leave much to the imagination, that Selina.

"Looking fashionably skanky as always, dear," Pam embraces Selina.

"And you two, lovely," Selina said in what could have been perceived as a warm voice, but I did not know her well enough to know if she was faking it. All I knew was that when she pulled away with Pam, she gave her the once-over and I felt a little uncomfortable with their physical contact.

Selina raised an eyebrow at me, "So this is the famous Harley Quinn."

"I prefer infamous." I shrugged, "But we can work out those details later. Pleased to meet you, Selina. Pam has told me a lot about you."

"Only the best, I hope." Selina cast a sideways glance at Pam, who gave her a flirty half-smile, the same one she gave men she was about to beat up for looking at her the wrong way on the street.

"You know I can only praise you." Pam said, "In all areas of your life."

Oh, Jesus Christ. They were clearly fuck buddies. Now I'm the third, straight, prudish wheel…that's really awesome. And by that I mean it was not awesome in the slightest.

"Alright, can we keep this at a professional level?" I said loudly to get their attention because they were staring at each other like hunks of very prime meat.

"You have a lot to learn, little girl." Selina inspected her long, manicured fingernails, "We're not in a professional kind of business. I steal to make a living."

"First of all, you are not that much older than me, and second, I understand perfectly what business we're in. I live with the greatest criminal mastermind this city has ever seen." I couldn't believe the actual pride in my voice when I said that.

"Sorry, I thought you were like 16. You look like a child. And also, I wasn't aware you and the clown were back together." Selina retorted.

Pam stepped in between us, "How about we discuss this in a more private location?"

"I have nothing to hide, Pamela." Selina smirked, "But if you would prefer that, we can go. Follow me."

Selina strode forward without another word and Pam and I did as she said. Pam glanced over at me, "I know she's abrasive, Harley, but she's good at what she does."

"I hope to God you don't know mean that in the way that I'm thinking." I shuddered.

"Oh shh," Pam swatted at me, but was smiling in that fond way that suggested she meant that statement in both contexts, "When she lets her guard down, she's a lot more bearable."

"How long have you two…?"

"Eh, like a month now. It's relatively recent." Pam shrugged, "It's pretty casual. We aren't in anything committed."

"I honestly thought she was straight." I admitted.

"Oh, well, she's bisexual. She doesn't discriminate in that area."

"Cute," I wrinkled my nose, "I just don't want to think of you two in flagrante delicto, ok? I'm perfectly fine with my heterosexual status."

"You're so old-fashioned, dear."

"I prefer being a stick in the mud, thanks."

"Never thought about it?"

"Nope, not even an inkling." I shook my head.

"Suit yourself, then."

"I'm happy if you're happy, Pam." I said, "I really mean that."

Pam smiled, "Thanks, sweetie."

Selina halted, and we almost bumped into her, "Sorry to ruin this little bonding moment, you two, but we're here."

I raised a skeptical eyebrow at the little dingy diner in front of me, "It's…quaint."

"It's off the beaten track and I know people here. They won't rat us out." Selina said with a slight defensive tone, "I'm sorry it's not Chez Louis with 40 dollar steaks."

Pam saw the rage boiling up in my face, and she hooked her arm through Selina's, "Shall we, ladies?"

"We shall." Selina said huffily, and I followed them, sulking, into the diner.

We grabbed a booth near the counter, and placed our drink order with the waitress.

Once she was out of earshot, Selina leaned forward, "Before I tell you confidential information, Pam has assured me that you can be trusted. Is this true?"

"Do you trust Pam?" I asked simply.

"With my life," Selina said, squeezing Pam's hand.

"Then you can trust me."

"Alright, just getting that out of the way," Selina regarded me with a half-smile, "You're straightforward. I like that."

"I do what I can." I shrugged.

"Can I be sure that you won't be telling your boyfriend all the details about this operation?" Selina inquired, eyes serious, "Even though I respect the man, I don't want him in our business."

"First of all, he's not my boyfriend. I just live with him. Second, I have no obligation to tell him anything. If you don't want him to know, he won't know. I'm good at hiding things from him, believe me." I said firmly.

"Ah right, that is true." Selina nodded in acknowledgment.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you covered up your relationship with Bruce for all that time. He must have really trusted you." Selina elaborated.

"How do you know about Bruce?" I asked in a low voice, and then glared at Pam, who was looking quite guilty at the present moment, "Thanks a lot, BEST FRIEND."

"She had a suspicion about you two. All I did was confirm it." Pam said helplessly.

I sighed, "Well, yeah, I did hide that from him, but it hurt me to do it. I knew I was betraying him, but I really loved Bruce so I was willing to risk it."

"Yeah, he really loved you." Selina sipped her Diet Coke, staring down at it, "He talked about you a lot."

I stared at her, trying to determine if she was telling me the truth or complete bullshit, "What the hell are you getting at?"

Pam's eyes were wide as saucers, and she looked like she was struggling to decide who to watch in the inevitable debacle.

"Didn't Pammy tell you? Bruce and I used to be fuck buddies." Selina said nonchalantly, "Nice guy, really. Just so damn hung up on you…not very enjoyable to be around. Pam is just so vibrant and full of life, and amazing in bed, may I add." She winked.

I could feel my nostrils flaring and lips curling into a snarl. I found it hard to come up with the words I was so fucking enraged, "Would you mind telling me when this happened?"

"Like how many times?"

"I mean, WHEN DID YOU FUCK MY FIANCE?" I said in a louder voice than I wanted to, and the 2 or 3 people remaining in the restaurant glanced awkwardly in our direction.

"Harley, calm down." Pam said, looking nervous.

"I will not calm down!" I snapped, "How did you expect me to react? This bitch slept with Bruce! So were you putting the moves on him when we were together? Did he cheat on me? You better tell me now. Don't lie; there's no point in it. Either way it ends in me going to Wayne Manor and beating the ever-loving shit out of Bruce Wayne."

Selina blinked, speechless, "Um…well…I…I don't know. I've known him for a while. We always had a flirtation going on, the Batman-Catwoman sort of deal, you know…"

"So he knows you're Catwoman, and you know he's Batman? WHAT SHIT. I can't fucking believe this. That motherfucking cock-sucking son of a bitch."

"Come on, Harley, I didn't know you were even in the picture at first. He broke it off when you guys got serious. We slept together a couple times after you left him at the altar because God knows he needed it, but not recently. I don't think you should blame Bruce entirely for this…" Selina bit her lip, "I didn't even know you, so how was I supposed to feel bad?"

"YOU'RE A SKANK!" I screamed, and stood up, not even giving the slightest shit about who was listening, "A dirty WHORE who makes good men cheat on their girlfriends! I don't care what your excuse is, but you're a WHORE. YOU HEAR THAT? A WHORE!"

And without further adieu, I stormed out of the restaurant.

I began walking away, half-expecting Pam to follow me. She didn't even try. What could I say? I'm kind of insane and pretty much embarrassed them and made myself look like a psycho bitch in two sentences. I was never going to live that down. However, I was too focused on my rage to care. Thunder boomed in the distance, and right now, I could only think of one thing to do.

…

So I ended up at Wayne Manor, standing in the pouring rain, soaking to the skin and with blood-shot, angry eyes. I could not even imagine what I looked like right now, but again, the rage was dominating every other sense of my body. I couldn't tell why I cared so damn much that Bruce was a cheating son of a bitch, but I had to tell him that to his face. I had to do it immediately while I was in this emotional state, because otherwise I would never summon the courage to do it.

I rang the doorbell, shaking; the cold rain was seeping into my scalp and underneath my clothes. Alfred opened the door, and jumped slightly, taken aback at my appearance, "Miss Quinzel?"

"Hi, Alfred," I sneezed, looking up at him sheepishly, "May I come in?"

"Master Wayne has said that he doesn't want to see you anymore, Miss Quinzel. I believe you are aware of that." He sighed, "But I'm such a soft old man, and I cannot stand idly by and let you catch pneumonia. Let me make you some tea."

"You're awesome, Alfred." He stepped aside to let me in.

I followed Alfred to the main kitchen, and suddenly I heard footsteps bounding down the stairs, "Alfred? Who was at the door?"

"In the kitchen, Master Wayne!" he called in return.

And with that, Bruce appeared in the doorway, and we stared at each other in what was a supremely tense and awkward moment. Bruce was dressed impeccably as always in a three-piece suit; he must have been getting ready to leave for a benefit or something.

"I thought I told you that she wasn't allowed in this house anymore." Bruce said coldly.

"The poor thing was shivering in the cold, Master Wayne. Have a little sympathy. She must be here for a reason." Alfred said as the tea kettle whistled, and he went over to inspect it, "I'm glad you're up and about." He turned to face me, "This one would do nothing for days. I had to literally push him out of bed to go to this charity ball tonight."

As I didn't feel guilty enough…

"Bruce, can I talk to you please?" It was taking every ounce of my will to not start screaming at him right then and there.

"I don't have time for this." Bruce said curtly, and folded his arms across his chest, "If you can tell me what you want in less than a minute, I might listen."

"Master Wayne…" Alfred said warningly.

"Fine," Bruce snapped, "Because I owe you a favor, Alfred, I will listen to her."

Alfred smirked, and handed me my cup of chamomile tea, my favorite, "Here you go, Miss Quinzel. Just leave it in the study when you're done and I will come pick it up. It was nice to see you again. This house has been missing your feminine energy."

"Thank you, Alfred," I smiled without any mirth, "I've missed it here, too."

Bruce turned on his heel and left the room. I guess this was the indication that I was supposed to follow him. I dejectedly stared down at my tea as I walked, and eventually we went into the study. Bruce stood near the fireplace, pouring himself a glass of scotch, and gestured for me to sit on the couch, as far away from him as I could physically get in the room.

"What's this visit about?"

I set my tea down. I was surprised at how calm I was as I said, "I talked to Selina Kyle today."

Bruce's mouth was set in a firm line, but his eyes went wide, trying not to betray his emotions.

"She told me that you two used to sleep together. I was just wondering if you ever planned on telling me about that, considering we were going to get married and everything, you know. I just thought maybe you'd let me know if you…oh, I don't know…CHEATED ON ME." My voice wavered with the oncoming tears, "How dare you pretend I was the only one in your life when you your whore on the side? I loved you Bruce and you played me like a fucking fool. You made me believe that you were this nice guy who would never betray me, that would be there for me until the very end, and so I was a little surprised to hear that you didn't actually give a flying fuck about me!"

"Don't start making snap judgments!" Bruce interjected loudly, cutting me off, "I only slept with Selina a grand total of 5 times, and none of those times were when we were together! What are you getting so worked up about? Sex is just sex!"

"Not to me, it isn't! I don't get into a physical relationship with just anybody! I trusted you, Bruce, and you were off flirting and making googly eyes at Selina! Was I not good enough for you? Am I not skanky enough? Do I not have a loose enough vagina for you? Jesus Christ, Bruce, I was in love with you! You know how much I hate cheaters. You knew all about my past and how much I was affected by that! I just can't believe that you made me trust you! I know now that I can never trust any guy again, so thanks a lot, ass-hole!"

"Harley…"

"No, I don't want to hear any excuses from you! The fact that you're defending her instead of apologizing to me tells me exactly what I meant to you. You want to guess? Hmm, well, I think I meant JACK SHIT to you!" I shook my head, "God, I can't believe I ever loved you. I can't believe I was going to marry you."

There was a tense silence.

"Haven't you hurt me enough?" Bruce asked quietly. I could tell he was trying to hold back his own tears.

"No, not yet," I clenched my teeth, swallowing hard, "I wish I never knew you. I can't believe I thought I could spend the rest of my life with someone so fucking thoughtless. I can't believe I ever thought of having your children. You know what?" I waited until he looked me in the eye, "I am glad I chose the Joker over you. At least he actually loves me."

I said the thing I knew would damage him the most. I saw in his eyes that I had broken his spirit entirely, and honestly, I didn't give a shit. I reached forward, drained the rest of his scotch, and placed it back down on the mantle, "I'll see you on the streets, Batman."

I held my head high and left the room. I made it to the front door and half a mile across the grounds before I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I doubled over, placing my hand on a nearby oak tree for support. I sobbed until all I could do was dry heave; I felt sick to my stomach, but I had nothing in my stomach to vomit. After I had finished having my breakdown, I sniffled hard and pulled out my cell. I didn't know who to call. I just bit the bullet and called Pam.

She answered on the third ring, "Harley? What happened to you?"

"I'm at Bruce's." I said, feeling utterly ashamed of myself.

"What the hell are you doing there?"

"I had to confront him. I feel too weak to get home. Can you come get me, please?" I tried to sound as pathetic as possible.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in 15 minutes, but you sure as hell are going to owe me one after the shit you've pulled tonight, Harleen Quinzel." She said, and hung up before I could say anything else.

After I had been waiting for about 5 minutes, my phone rang again and I picked up, thinking it was Pam, but to my absolute mortification, it was him, "Jesus Christ, Harley, can't you give it a rest already? You're such a god damn masochist."

"I don't know what to say except I'm sorry." I said helplessly.

"Whatever; we need to talk when you get home. Is Pam dropping you off?"

"Yeah, she is. I should be home in like half an hour or so."

"Good." The phone then disconnected.

Ok, so now everyone was pissed off at me. Awesome.