A/N: I'm SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!~ You guys were soo good with the reviews and I was all "ehhhhhh~." Well, I finally got back into the fic, so, here ya go! :D. Idk how it turned out, idk if it's really right. I'll talk more at the end, then please give me your thoughts in reviews. Thanks!
Footsteps echoed down the cave walls. Any thoughts of removing Batman's cowl vanished as fear of getting caught replaced them. She jumped off of him and threw her clothes on. He must have had the same fear, for when she finished dressing, she turned to him and saw that he was already back in his full armor.
"How'd you—" she began to ask, but she was cut off by him throwing his cape over her head. She felt him grab her and drag her through the stone tunnels. "Hey!" she complained, though quietly as she remembered those footsteps. "Where are you taking me?"
"Out of here," he growled.
"Oh." So basically, they were on the same page. She stopped her struggling and ran with him. His grip on her loosened from a dragging one to a guiding one.
They ran until she thought she was going to pass out. Which couldn't have been very far considering she had a heavy, black cape over her head. But it must have been far enough, because he finally stopped her and pulled off the cape. She looked around, quickly recognizing the alley they were in. At least she knew where they were and could get back home. God knew she couldn't remember anything about how they got to that cave last night.
She grinned at him. "See you again soon?" she asked.
He was silent a moment. Thinking it over, she figured. It had been a great night.
"No."
She couldn't help the pout that form on her lips. But he ignored it. He turned and wandered off. She knew better than to follow. So with a sigh, she, too, turned and made her way to her puddin's.
"Where the Hell were you!?" was the greeting Joker offered her as she walked in the door. She blinked and stumbled in from her surprise. "I had to make my own breakfast! I burned the damn eggs!"
"I'm sorry," she said softly, closing the door behind her.
"Damn right you are!" he said, coming over to her and slapping her across the face. "Where were you!?"
"With Ivy," she lied easily, thought her voice shook for the slap. She brought a hand up to rub at the pain.
"And you didn't think to come home in time for breakfast!?"
She bit her lip. "Uhm…No?" He reached up and slapped her again. The force of it turned her face the other way, and she kept it there. She struggled to hold back tears. Crying would just make it worse. Her puddin' hated girls crying.
"What the Hell were you thinking!?" She remained silent. "Damn you, Harley! Just look at me! My clothes are a mess because I can't find a damn thing in this house! I'm starving and you just go off with your girlfriend doing whatever the Hell you want without a single care in the world! You're so damn selfish!" She doubled over as she suffered a punch to the gut. That was when she couldn't pay much attention anymore.
She was in bed later that day. Still healing from the beating. Joker had left not long after it. To do what, Harley didn't really know or care. All she knew was that he was right. She was selfish. She shouldn't have gone out last night. It was selfish of her to go out and seduce Batman and—oh, God. She seduced Batman. She cheated on her puddin'! And not just plain old cheated. But with his arch nemesis! She was such an awful human being!
She had to tell him. It would kill him. He would be so hurt. But it would hurt him worse not to tell him. That was it. When he showed up, she was going to tell him.
The door opened. She wrinkled her eyebrows together and looked up to see none other than her puddin' standing there with a huge bouquet of flowers. Red and black roses, her favorite. All thoughts of Batman vanished and she grinned at him. He grinned back and walked in.
"I'm so sorry, Harley," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She sat up and took the roses, inhaling their sweet scent. "I let my temper get the best of me again."
Harley smiled up at him. "It's OK, Puddin'," she said. "I still love you, temper or no temper." She reached over and hugged him, accidentally crushing the flowers between them. He patted her back.
"So, we're good?" he asked. She nodded. "Good," he said. He leaned in and left a kiss on her lips. His voice got low as he said, "Because I've got a crazy afternoon planned for you."
She smirked and narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh?" she asked. He nodded and placed the flowers on the bedside table so he could have better access to her body. He ran his hands up and down it, leaving kisses on her lips and neck. She shivered in pleasure. "Oh, Mistah J."
The following weeks went by as normal. Harley almost completely forgot about the Batman incident to the point where she figured she could just keep it a secret. It wasn't like it was ever going to happen again, right? There was absolutely nothing more that she had to worry about. Just work on keeping her puddin' happy. And that's what she did.
That is, until she was walking back from the store late one night on a last-minute errand and found Batman standing right in her path. She looked up at him and stared. Finally, she frowned. "What do you want?"
"You," he said. But he didn't sound as harsh as usual. In fact, he sounded kind of seductive. She looked around them to discover that they were all alone in the street. Looking back at him, she realized she was starting to get excited just thinking about it. Alone, with Batman, again. Aw, shit. She was in trouble. She dropped her bag and ran into his arms, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss.
See, I don't think I did this right. I think it was a bad idea to have Batman come over and be all "I want you now, c'mon, let's go." But I couldn't think of another way to get them together again. And someone did mention that she liked my first Friend of Foe better, when I had Batman a little more into it than I did in this one. So I really don't know. What do you guys think?
Also, was allll the flowers too much? I'm big on abusive relationships in literature, but Joker isn't really the textbook abuser. He only gives little things, but I had him get a whole big bouquet. Too much? Or OK?