Bruce stepped into the kitchen and walked over to Alfred.
"How did she get out?" Bruce demanded.
"Sir, I simply brought her up here so she could understand what she means to you and maybe finally have something to look forward to in life."
"Selina could have used my real name. Alfred, we don't know that Harley's even going to become healed or if she'll just turn right back to her old ways. If she were to go back then Joker would know who I am and would possibly target you, Barbara, and Richard."
"Master Bruce, I am well aware of the possibilities and their consequences. I want her to understand that she actually means something to someone now. I don't want her to play with your feelings and then break your heart."
"I understand, Alfred. Thank you. I'll go bring Harley her food." With that Bruce walked out carrying photos and a tray full of food in his arms.
"Harley, I have your food. Can I come in?"
"Yea, it's open. Come right in," Harley said.
"Ya got the pictures for me! Thank you!" Harley ran over and hugged him. After that she sat on the bed and patted the space beside her.
"Sit down. We have much to discuss!" Harley exclaimed dramatically. Bruce sat down and handed the tray of food to her. Harley looked at it and sat it down beside her. Then she crawled into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Ya know, B-Man? It's only been two days but I think I'm already in love." Harley sighed and hugged him tighter. Bruce wrapped his arms around her and asked, "I know that feeling. Are you going to eat?"
"Way to ruin the mood, Bats," Harley grumbled as she climbed off of him. She stuck a big bite of her spaghetti and meatballs into her mouth.
"Hey, Bats, I got a question."
"Hmm?"
"Have you been the one that cooks my meals?" Bruce looked sheepish.
"Not exactly…"
"Is it that old man?" Harley asked.
"Yes. By the way, that old man's name is Alfred."
"Good to know," Harley said thoughtfully. She shoved another forkful into her mouth.
"Can you tell this Alfred guy that his cooking tastes great?"
"I poured the drink and put the fork on the plate," Bruce grumbled.
"Don't worry, hun. This is the most well poured milk I've ever seen." Bruce gave her a glare. Harley laughed until she spurted milk out of her nose.
"Oops." Harley quickly made an attempt to cover her nose. Now it was Bruce's turn to laugh loudly.
"Wow, Bats! I've never heard you laugh before!" Harley exclaimed.
"Don't get used to it." Harley smiled. Then, she took the final bite of her spaghetti and meatballs.
"Shoo, Bats! I've got a room to decorate," Harley said as she pushed him out the door. As Bruce left he heard her say, "Let's turn this room into a shrine for my wonderful Batsy!"