It's not their wedding.

So Harley and Dick can spend as much time together as they like. After spending the day with the family, a date and a night to themselves is a perfect release from the stress of helping to plan the wedding. After all, there's no such thing as spending too much time together, right?

Wrong. Things go horribly awry, incredibly fast, and a slip of the tongue becomes a fight between the two that's painful for both parties involved. Stress is stress, whether it's been caused months ago or moments; and the night had begun so well.

Harley pulled the blankets up to her shoulders to keep the cold at bay. She was lying on her back with her head on Dick's stomach. He had one hand in her hair and the other under his head where it was propped up on a pillow as he smiled down at her. Harley rolled her head to the side and smiled back.

"I don't even know if Ivy came back." She glanced at the door. "We are terrible hosts." She reached one hand up to brush against his by her head.

"She's not exactly the most becoming of guests, either. Does she ever come out of her room when she is home? We haven't had one nice sit down dinner with her since she got here," he pondered. He looked down at her, smiling. His dark hair stuck up in every direction, still tousled from her hands pulling it. Dick bit his lip. Harley reached up and pulled his lip away from his teeth.

"Stop biting your lip," she laughed. "That's the reason the lamp is broken." She glanced at the cracked lamp on the floor by their bed. "At least it was the ugly one," she shrugged.

"No, the lamp is broken because you threw me into it," Dick looked at her pointedly, unable to keep the smile off of his face. "You know I can't compete with you when you use your Antitoxin strength." He sighed deeply, his strong chest rising slowly as he did.

"You can handle it." Harley rolled her eyes. "I didn't think you needed me to go easy on you." She smirked, grabbing his hand. "But," she kissed his fingers, "next time I'll be more gentle," she told him sweetly, kissing his palm.

Dick took his other hand out from under his head and stroked her cheek. "I have a bad feeling that I'll be bruised tomorrow. And not from the ice skating. Well that too." He smiled down at her, his fingers sifting through her light hair.

"Oh my poor baby," Harley mock cooed. "I won't let you go ice skating again. We don't want you hurting your easily bruised bottom." She used his hand to hide her smile, giggling a little.

"You're terrible," he laughed, a short, giggling sound. Dick bit his lip again, smiling as he shivered slightly. His tired blue eyes were fixed on her calmly, his cheeks still flushed on his slender face.

"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago," Harley reminded him, smirking into his hand.

Dick pulled his hand back a bit and traced her lips, his parted slightly. He smiled. "Oh I know." She felt his breathing speed up a bit.

"You're shivering," Harley commented. "Are you cold?" Her hand trailed down his forearm. He smiled and closed his eyes, goosebumps rising on his skin at her touch.

"Now that the adrenaline has worn off, yeah, a little." He joked, smiling down at her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. "Come up here." Dick took her hands, pulling her up towards him. His slender fingers were cold, and every touch was animated by the chill. She felt his fingers trace down the scar on her waist as she settled into the pillows, warm where Dick had been laying, while he sat up a bit and kissed her neck. His kisses traced down her collarbone.

"You should probably warm up then," she suggested. She softly skimmed her fingers over the muscles on his back, taking her time whenever she came across a scar.

Dick's lips trailed down her chest. "I'm working on it," he smiled up at her, kissing the scar on her waist. His cold hands rested lightly on her hips.

"For someone so hot, you're very cold," she told him, grinning as she shivered at his touch, her legs tangled in the blankets. She ran her hands up his back, skimming his neck, before tousling his hair. "Is it your frozen heart?" she teased.

"You were supposed to have fixed that," he smiled against her skin, kissing back up her torso and stopping just above her lips. His legs lay to the side, his solid chest pressed lightly against hers; his hands were pressed into the blankets on either side of her head, and he shifted his weight to one arm to stroke her cheek.

"Well it's going to take some time." Harley leaned up to kiss him sweetly. She wrinkled her nose at how her swollen belly pressed against him, so she kissed down his jaw and neck, pausing to suck at the tender spot where his neck met his collarbone before continuing down his chest and planting one final kiss over his heart. Dick smiled, his arms tensing.

"Sit up," Dick breathed, glancing down at her. He answered her quizzical look by taking her waist and lifting her up, situating her on his lap. His hands traced down her spine, and he started massaging her lower back.

"The wedding in two days, less than a week till Christmas, then… we're going to be parents." Harley leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder, turning so her nose nuzzled his neck. "We're going to be parents," she repeated, smiling.

Dick smiled back at her and stole a kiss from her lips before resting his lips against her shoulder. His hands worked out a knot in her back. "I'm nervous," he whispered against her skin.

"Me too," Harley admitted. "What if something goes wrong? What if the Antitoxin screws everything up? We don't even have a doctor anymore. What if I'm a bad mother? What if she doesn't like me?" she asked quietly.

"Nothing is going to go wrong," he said a bit forcefully. She could feel him tense up a bit, but then he relaxed and continued to massage her back. "And you're going to be an incredible mother. She'll love you. You're her mother." Dick smiled, kissing behind her ear.

"Well I didn't exactly love my mother." Harley pinched her eyes closed. "And it's just… what if she wants normal parents?"

"You'll be different. We'll be different. And she won't want a normal family, because she's our kid." Dick smiled and stroked her sides, kissing her shoulder.

"The daughter of the circus vigilante and the crazy psychiatrist." Harley giggled. "So what are we thinking? Is she's going to be a ballerina or a neuroscientist? Possibly both? Definitely single though. With her uncles, no boy will get within ten feet."

"Excuse me, with her father, no boy is going to set foot in this house," he looked over her shoulder at her, laughing as he kissed her gently. Harley sighed into the kiss, reaching her arm across her chest and resting it on his shoulder. Her other hand was on her stomach, her thumb tracing at small circle. She kissed his top lip with a smile before nudging his nose and giggling.

"Still worried or cold?"

"I am. Cold as hell and worried about being a father. One of those things, you can do something about." He smiled and laid back down on the pillows with her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her. He nibbled her ear and inhaled deeply.

"I don't know," Harley smirked, "I'm not sure I know anything about being a father either." She turned her face toward him, still smiling.

Dick scowled and then laughed at her, his lips brushing hers. He smiled. "Well I'd make a lousy mother, so we're even," he kissed the corner of her mouth, shifting her weight to his side with his arm tucked under her neck.

"I don't know, you're already a mother of two. You can't just forget your babies now that you're going to be a dad. You'll break Wally's heart." She smiled, pressing her lips to his arm as she blinked slowly.

Dick watched her. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered, biting his lip.

"Thank you sir. Although you're not exactly hard on the eyes yourself. And," she lifted her head up, "you're biting your lip again." She pursed her lips, attempting to glare. Dick glared right back at her and then leaned down, biting her lip and kissing her fervently. He grinned, pulling her closer.

"Careful there." Harley put a hand on his chest, her eyes shining. "I'm supposed to be gentle with you, remember?" She ran her hand along his side to his back. Dick inhaled sharply and gripped her hip with one hand, his other clutching at the skin on her back as he flipped her over and pushed her down on the bed, his lips furiously passionate on hers. His hand traced down her waist, feeling her athletic curves, and continued down her leg. He pulled her knee up around his hip and broke off the kiss, biting her lip for good measure. He smiled down at her.

"Well you be gentle then," he smirked, biting her ear. Harley clenched her teeth together, her back arching slightly. She grabbed his face.

"You are just trying to break the other lamp aren't you?" She was breathing harder, and her eyes were bright. She pulled his lips to hers, kissing him hungrily; she pulled on his upper lip with her teeth before breaking away, her tongue darting out as she licked her lips. His dark hair fell nearly down into her face, and she brushed it behind his ear.

"I told you. You broke that lamp," he laughed breathlessly, his hand grasping at her arched back as he nipped her neck, his other hand sliding into her hair. He pulled her head back so he could kiss her throat better, his body pressed to hers in the warm dark of their bedroom; as Dick kissed her his lips grew more and more impassioned, drawing her in. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her slowly, countering the tantalizingly energetic feel of his arms around her, her legs tangled in his, his hand in her hair; his heart pounding in his chest against hers. Harley sat upright, pulling him up with her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist.

"You're right," she murmured against his lips, "I can be gentle," her voice was a breath by his ear. She ran her mouth down his neck, her lips barely brushing his skin as her hands ran softly through his hair. She kissed the pulse point on the side of his neck, the hollow of his throat, and his other pulse point. When he tried to say something, she paused long enough to stop his lips with a sweet kiss. She kissed across his shoulder, one hand trailing down his back while the other was still tangled in his hair. Suddenly, she pushed him back against the pillows, kneeling above him. "Or I could not be gentle." Her smirking lips were inches above his as she held him down by his shoulders, her knees on either side of his hips. "Your choice."

"Definitely the second one," he grinned, his lips following hers until she was just out of his reach, still holding him down to the bed with effortless strength. Dick's hands came to rest on either side of her waist. She could hear his breathing come faster. She hummed, keeping her lips just out of his reach.

"Oh, is that what you want?" she teased.

Dick nodded, biting his lip as he smiled up at her, his eyes shining. His dark hair stuck up everywhere against the pillows. Harley released his shoulder. One of her hands trailed down his chest, feather light against his skin while the other slid up into his hair, pulling his face near hers. Her breath hummed against his jaw.

"Well make your move, Boy Wonder."

Dick groaned and closed his eyes, smiling as he shuddered from her touch. "Don't call me that, Babs, you know I hate it…" He laughed, and then stopped. His eyes flew open again, and he looked up at her. "Harley! I meant- Harley!" he cried. Harley was frozen, her face still hovering inches from his.

"I'm sorry?" she asked like she hadn't quite heard him.

"Nothing," he said quickly, hoping she hadn't heard. What the hell was I thinking!? Harley sat up, sitting to the side of him.

"Did you just call me-? You just called me Babs." Her eyes were surprised, and confused, and a little bit hurt.

"No! I mean I did, but it was only because you called me- I don't know why, it just slipped out-" Dick sat up, stuttering and stumbling over his words.

"I really don't want to ask this question, but…" She watched him carefully. "Were you… thinking of Barbara during that?"

"God no, Harley!" he cried, running a hand through his hair. "I just… you called me 'Boy Wonder', and she used to call me that and it threw me off- it's like three am, and I didn't sleep at all last night-"

"And you didn't sleep last night?" she demanded. "Why the hell not?"

"I just couldn't! You fell asleep and then I kind of laid awake for a while and dozed off, but I kept waking up, so I just got up and went jogging- and I came home and just laid awake again- I wasn't tired!" He bit his lip. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- and then you woke up, and I just kind of- I'm sorry," he winced, looking at her.

"I… I don't even know what to say right now honestly." Harley shook her head. "I don't- don't even know how to react."

"And I don't know what else to say." Dick ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry," he said again. Harley groaned and put her head into her hands.

"It's not just the fact that you're going to drive yourself sick not sleeping, and you're still not telling me about it. It's…" She sighed, looking back up at him. "You were thinking of your ex while we were in bed. How am I supposed to react to that? I mean, how would you feel if I called out 'Mistah J' in the heat of the moment?"

"I know Harley, it was wrong. And I told you, I wasn't thinking about her! I don't even know where that came from," he said honestly, sounding upset. "That would be really disturbing, I get your point! And that is not the same thing."

"How is it not the same thing?" He'd clearly hit a nerve. "Because I don't still get jealous every time my ex looks at another person?"

"What the hell is that supposed-" Dick inhaled deeply, trying to lower his voice. "She and I are on good terms. That does not mean that I still have any feeling for her. She can date whoever she wants! It's not my business!"

"It's not your business," Harley agreed. "But that didn't stop you from hating Sam on sight. He's a perfectly good guy. You just didn't like him because he likes Barbara. Sometimes it's like you care more about her relationship than ours."

"That is completely ridiculous!" Dick snapped, clearly offended. "When have I ever, ever acted like I cared less about our relationship than anything else!?" he demanded.

"When you turned off your comm for one," she reminded him. "And you've always viewed your duty to Batman and the cowl as the most important thing."

"That is completely different," he said seriously, looking at her.

"It is not completely different," Harley retorted. "How bad do you feel for Selina every time he leaves her alone at home? You've said it before. Then you just leave me here without a second thought."

Dick looked away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes. "At least Selina understands that he has to do it," he said. He couldn't believe that they'd even gotten here, after how the night had started.

"Yeah, and I do too! That doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt." Harley shook her head a little. "And how many times are we going to argue about you not sleeping? It's like even when you're here, you really aren't. And don't even try to say that I don't understand how worried you are. Believe me, I do. But sometimes I feel like you don't even want to be… present… and happy. It's like you'd rather be out there, chasing down your demons than here with me."

"But that's not what it is, Harley!" he snapped, his cheeks flushing in anger. "You think I don't want to be here, but it's completely the opposite. I know that you know how I feel, how worried I am. I try my hardest to be here with you. Do you know how frustrating it is to want to be 'present and happy', but have you be happy fifty percent of the time? The other fifty percent, you're moody, you're in pain, you get mad sometimes for no reason, you make me run out to the store six times to get you things that you want- and it's all my fault and all I want to do is to make you feel better, but nothing I do is right, and nothing I can get you makes you feel better, and you're angry, and you complain-" he cried in exasperation, his hands covering his face. "I want you to be happy and you're not, and now you're accusing me of not being happy and focused on our relationship while you don't even know you're doing it!" Harley stared at him in stunned silence for a moment.

"You're right, this is your fault." Her voice was furious. "This is your fault if you're viewing it as a problem." She poked his chest. "I'm sorry. I know you didn't exactly sign up for this, but neither did I. I didn't plan on adding a baby onto the list of all the current complications in our life, but I accepted it, and hell, got excited about it. And you know what? I thought you had too." She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. "There have been billions of women who've been pregnant before me- planned or unplanned- and there have been billions of men who have found a way to stay by their sides instead of hating it and running away every chance they get." Dick couldn't decide what to say. He watched her, his mouth open in shock. He wanted to take back everything he'd said; hit a rewind button and go back before they- before he'd- started this fight.

"Is that… Harley," he breathed, hoping she would listen. He wanted to reach out to her, hold her in his arms, but he was afraid she'd push him away. And she had every right to. "Please, I- that is not what I meant. I am excited. I am happy. And I would never, ever run out on you. It hurts to know that you think I'd ever… that I hate this, or I run from it." Dick looked down, his voice quiet. "I really do try. I just… I don't know," he looked down at his hands on the comforter. You complete moron. You've done it now, haven't you? "I'm sorry," he said again.

"What are you even sorry about, Dick?" Harley asked him. "What are you apologizing for because I'm not even sure anymore." She rubbed her temples. "You told me when you proposed that 'us' is what makes you happy. But all I've heard is that I'm the the most frustrating aspect of your life. What are you sorry for? That I don't know how excited you are because you're never here for me to see it? That I'm not perfect? That I'm pregnant? That I'm not Barbara? Or is it that you brought up how unhappy I can be? Or that we're even having this fight? Or is it us?" She blinked back tears.

"Harley!" Dick took her face in his hands, looking at her seriously. "Stop it. I'm sorry that I started this fight," he said gently. "You're getting yourself all worked up and getting these crazy thoughts in your head. I love you, Harles. And I love us, and Haly, and I couldn't be happier. I'm just tired and stretched thin from trying to make sure you're happy. I'm too terrified of you being unhappy. I'm terrified of losing you. That's all. That's all this is. I'm agitated because I'm trying so damn hard to make you happy."

"You don't get it." Harley shook her head, pulling his hands away from her face. "I don't want you to. I don't want you to worry or get agitated or be terrified of me being unhappy. I just want you. I want you to be here, with me and not off somewhere else, worrying, or distracted even when you are here." She was clearly still a little angry. "How is it supposed to make me feel?" she asked him. "How do you think it makes me feel when instead of being my fiancé, you're being my protector? Nightwing isn't the one I said yes to marrying." She shot him one last look before getting up. She headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Dick ran his hands through his hair, feeling the weight of his exhaustion suddenly wash over him. He glanced at the alarm clock. 3:16. He didn't know what else to say to her. Everything was coming out all wrong, and his attempts at stopping the argument had only made it worse. He didn't want her to be upset with him anymore. Sitting up and pulling on a pair of sweatpants, Dick stretched. Clark scratched at the outside of the bedroom door, and he opened it, kneeling down to pet him. The dog whimpered.

"S'okay, buddy," Dick whispered, rubbing his face and fighting the urge to yawn. He scratched Clark's ear, lost in thought.

Harley suddenly screamed from the bathroom. "Dick!" She yelled furiously. He looked up in surprise, already on his feet.

"What?" he called hesitantly, his hand on the doorknob as he pushed open the bathroom door. Harley glared at him from the toilet.

"I've told you a million times to put the seat down!" she snapped. Her hands were still thrown up from when she'd reflexively flailed to grab something when she'd realized too late the seat wasn't there. Dick stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. He covered his mouth quickly.

"God I shouldn't- you have told me- I'm so sorry-" he could barely get through the sentence before snorting and bursting into laughter again.

"This isn't funny." Harley hid her face in her hands. "It's wet," she whined.

"I'm sorry," he laughed again. "I'm so sorry." Dick crossed the bathroom and helped her out, holding her hands. He closed his mouth tight, but she could still hear him laughing.

"This isn't funny," she repeated, her voice cracking. "I'm still mad at you." She hid her face in his chest as she started crying.

"Oh Harley," he said softly, smiling as he kissed her head. "It's okay, honey. Let's get you cleaned up and in bed. It's okay." He stroked her hair. "Come on. A hot bath and a warm bed. I'm sorry."

"I fell in a toilet," Harley sobbed. Dick smiled gently and reached down, turning the bathtub on. Steaming water ran from the tap, and Dick helped her step over the ledge and sit down.

"It's okay, honey," he smoothed her hair back, one hand draped over the side of the tub, his fingers dipping in the warm water as it filled.

"No it's not." She wiped her eyes. "And look at Clark," the dog licked his lips from where he was lying by the door, "he knows. He knows I'm the dumb lady that fell into a toilet… naked."

"It was kind of cute, though. In a pathetic way," Dick bit his lip, hoping she wouldn't smack him. The water was warm and relaxing.

"You can go ahead and let me drown now." Harley sank lower into the water. Dick smiled lovingly.

"I don't think I could let that happen," he shrugged and smiled at her, laying his head down on his shoulder.

"Dick," Harley looked up at him seriously, "I fell into a toilet."

"Because I left the seat up," he laughed. "Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?" he asked, watching her.

"Just embarrassed. Like really embarrassed. Severely embarrassed. Totally embarrassed. Like you saying someone elses name in bed embarrassed." Harley put the lower half of her face in the water, bubbling the water out as she looked at him. Dick's cheeks went pink.

"I really am sorry. She was the only one who ever used that nickname. And it was only seriously for me. She said it jokingly to Jason or Tim sometimes, but for years, she constantly called me that. It caught me off guard." he muttered. Harley brought her face back out of the water.

"Do you wanna know what caught me off guard?" she asked. "Falling in a toilet."

"I'm sorry!" he laughed, biting his lip. Clark pawed at his leg, whining. Dick sighed. "I think he's got to go outside. I'll be back." He stood and cupped a hand under her chin, making her look up at him. "I love you. No matter what. No exceptions or buts or stipulations. No limitations. I love you. Got it?" he smiled gently and walked out of the room, leaving out one of his t-shirts for her to put on. He went down the stairs, Clark trailing behind. Harley cleaned up and flicked the drain open with her toe, sitting in the draining water for a moment. She carefully got out, wringing out her hair and twisting it up in a bun.

She pulled Dick's shirt on before crawling into bed, tugging the blankets up to her chin. Clark came back before Dick, leaping up onto the bed and curling up at the bottom. Wally followed, and immediately flopped down on Clark's head. The older dog didn't move, already dozing off. After a bit longer, Dick came up the stairs and got into bed beside her. He hesitated, and then wrapped an arm around her.

"Good night, Harles," he whispered, burying his face in her neck.

"Night," she sighed. "You better sleep."

She was answered by the familiar sound of his snoring, and she smiled to herself.