Crazy trouble with love
Harley and Bruce
Series: DC
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A lone figure stuck near the shadows as they carefully made their way near the gates to Arkham Asylum.
A red and black clad jester looking girl slipped into the famously bad mental institute. She spotted the lines of various cells and made sure no guards were around before sneaking over to the one she came for.
She spent nearly five minutes searching them before she found a single cell with a skinny white skinned man inside
Said male noticed her and sat up in his bed as the woman started setting up c4 charges outside the glass wall.
"Hey Mr J!" The woman smiled as she pressed a button, making the cell explode open.
The Joker ducked under the bed as the shrapnels hit the wall before getting out a laugh as he walked through the broken glass while the alarms blared out loud. "Oh Harley dear, I knew pushing you out of the car was the best course of action!" Joker laughed.
"Well it did give me a chance to get these babies." she grinned holding a bag full of extra charges.
"Oh Harley, I LOVE you!" Joker grinned, soon laughing madly as he took the C4.
"Thanks Mr. J." smiled Harley with a blush under her face paint as the Joker eagerly started setting them up on the floor and walls as the sounds of security were running closer.
"Hiya boys!" Joker grinned, taking a gun from Harley's backpack before opening fire at the guards.
One got hit while the others took cover and started shooting as the joker and Harley ran while crouching as the Joker grabbed the spare detonator with a mad grin.
"Badaboom!" He smirked, setting the explosives off.
Each c4 blew up and caused massive pain and damage to the building and any of the security guards right beside them as the two villains ran out the front door and down to the gate where the getaway car was parked. All the while the Joker laughed out loud into the open air feeling free as a bird.
*time skip*
Both made it back to the hideout with the Joker breathing in and out.
"Ah, nothing like the smell of home to really make a man relax."
"Well... A home." Harley shrugged.
"Oh, and Harley?"
"Yea Mr J?" The girl smiled happily.
SLAP!
Harley fell through a table, landing on the floor hard as she held her now red cheek. She held back tears, her eyes tearing up as she looked up at Joker.
"You should have gotten me out of there sooner than later." he scowled in a cold tone.
Harley sniffed... before her eyes turned cold and her black painted lips twisted into a snarl.
"Now then, when's dinner?" But Joker jumped back as a bullet whizzed past his cheek, Harley holding a smoking gun with tears falling from her eyes which smeared her make up.
"You know what Mr. J? You can cook your own damn dinner." she growled back in her own cold tone.
The room got cold as Joker's shocked face turned to one of anger. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!"
Harley shook lightly as Joker began to slowly, and menacingly walk towards her.
"I said, what. Did. You. Just. Say?" he stood in front of her with a dark look with his hands clenched into fists.
"G... go C... C... cook your own dinner! I... I've had e... enough being pushed around by you!" She stuttered slightly.
Joker scowled before raising his hand and slapped her with even more force behind it.
Harley hit the floor, her gun being sent far away from him. She felt more tears from the hit and found herself roughly pulled back to her feet. She saw his angry, hate filled expression. She knew he was going to scream, to beat her down... and something in her snapped. Before be bad a chance to open his mouth she grabbed some wood that was leaning against the wall and smashed it over Joker's face. The clown yelled in pain, holding his face which had splinters embedded in it .
"I... worked years for my dream. I got a degree. I became a Doctor of Psychology. And I had a well paying job at Arkham..." Harley said, her head down with shadows blocking her eyes. "But I threw it all away. For you. You were so nice. So kind. You... I thought 'who needs success and money when you have love?'... and then you hit me. I made an excuse that it was stress. That you didn't mean it. And you did it again and again and again. And you put me down like shit on your shoe... and now... now I see." Harley looked up at Joker with her blue orbs cold and hate filled. "You USED me! You never loved me! You just hurt me! I was nothing but a TOY to you, wasn't I?! And when we had sex... when I THOUGHT we were making love... that was all part of your sick plan, your stupid joke! Wasn't it?!"
"... took you long enough to work it out!" Joker laughed madly, taking his hands away from his face which had several large splinters piercing his flesh. "Wow, for such a smart girl, you sure are dense and a fool if it took you all this time just to call me out on it!" he laughed harder.
Harley yelled, swinging at Joker again in blind anger. This time though he dodged before swinging and punched Harley before he started to deliver several to her face and stomach.
Harley groaned, Joker wrapping his long fingers around her neck and tried to choke her... but she kneed him in the groin with all her might which dropped him like a stone instantly. She coughed and tried to regain her breathing before noticing the gun still lying on the floor. She grabbed it, holding it with two hands, and pointed it at Joker's head as he lay on the floor in pain.
"Come now Harley, do you really think you could pull the trigger?" wheezed Joker with a grin.
"You... you destroyed my life..." she cried.
"And so many others." he laughed. "And yet, you'll always come running back like the obedient little pet that you are."
"I AM NOT YOUR PET!" She yelled, holding back tears. She gripped the gun while trying to keep it steady. "I...am...my own person!" She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
All went silent in the warehouse as the Joker took his last breathe of air and laid still on the floor with blood oozing into his clothes.
Harley sniffed, falling to her knees. She dropped the gun and tried wiping the tears away, ignoring the paint if it got smudged. Her face was now a smear of white and pink/red, her body shaking. "I...just killed him..." she muttered, stunned that she managed to actually do something that was a lot harder than it was.
But she soon started laughing.
"HahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She held herself, laughing to the moon in joy and slight insanity. "I'm free! FREE!" she cried out while feeling something akin to a massive weight lifted off her body that she didn't realize was there before.
She stayed like that, cheering for a few hours straight until it was near midnight. By that point she felt tired, probably from the injuries and stress leaving her drained and ready to sleep, but she knew it would have to wait for the moment.
And she didn't want to stay there with the dead body.
She started getting up and worked on gathering some essentials she would need since this spot would be no good to her, especially if someone heard the gunfire.
With a bag over her shoulder she pulled her hood down, letting her dyed blonde hair hang free. She undid her pigtails, letting her hair free. She wiped the makeup from her face before she pulled some pants on as well as some boots, pulled a trench coat around herself and put a baseball cap on while making sure it covered her eyes before she ran from the hide out. She looked around and ran down the side alley to make sure no one spotted her while keeping her ears open for any sirens. She soon found an apartment she had bought under a different name as a safe house, slipping in.
She made sure the door was locked and leaned against it before sliding down to catch her breath. "Finally." She sighed.
She actually felt like she was herself. She no longer had to take the abuse from that bastard clown anymore. But as she sat there... the weight of EVERYTHING she had done came crashing down on her.
"Oh no...I really killed him...put that with getting him out with explosives, and been his lackey for so long...they'll put me away for good." she spoke with wide eyes and fear creeping up into her chest. "I threw away my life... my dream... oh god what did I do?!" she felt new tears rise up and covered her face as she started crying into them while curling up on the spot.
She stayed like that until she had cried herself to sleep, the Joker's body being found at about the same time she passed out.
Batman looked down on the warehouse from a building's edge as he watched the medics take the Joker's body out in a bodybag. 'What happened?' he thought with a frown, a female figure in black and yellow landing next to her.
"Who died?" asked Barbara looking at the bag with a frown. "A civilian? Thug?"
"Maybe." Bruce said in his normal growl, looking down at the body bag in suspicion.
"Did the police find anything weird about it?" asked Barbara.
"I got here less than a minute before you did." he replied, jumping down while gliding down between the officers. They stepped aside as Commissioner Gordon noticed and walked over to the vigilante. "Commissioner. Who died?" Batman asked seriously.
"You won't believe this." Gordon chuckled darkly. "It's the Joker."
Bruce's eyes widened behind his mask just as Barbara glided down to the scene.
"What happened?" Barbara asked.
"Well as it turns out, he was done in by a single bullet to the gut. But we didn't find any bruises or marks on him to suggest he might have been caught off guard and the person didn't need to get physical with him."
"Except?" Batman frowned, able to tell Gordon was hiding something.
"Can't keep anything from you, can I? Well we found a shattered piece of wood in there and his face was covered in large splinters. So it seems like he was caught off guard." Gordon explained, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Meaning the person could have either planned on killing him and catch the drop on him, or they were trying to defend themselves. And considering he didn't have a weapon on him, we have a feeling the person he was fighting against might have been smaller than him, possibly a woman."
"A woman?" Batgirl asked. "Could it have been Harley?" she asked.
"Possibly. But why." Batman nodded, frowning.
"Well we got word she got the Joker out of Arkham, so it would make sense she would be the one getting attacked by him, but she's never shown any signs to go against him." remarked Gordon. "Who knows, maybe she decided she had enough and wanted to end him for good."
Batgirl sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Hearing that is hard to believe, I mean she worships him and never tried to get away."
"She basically worshiped him." Batman nodded. "But even she still had the power to defy him. She might have finally found the strength to stop the torment for good."
The three looked down in thought, working out what happened.
*the next morning, with Harley*
The woman was starting to slowly open her eyes while noticing the hard floor she was laying on instead of a bed.
'W.. What?' she thought, slowly sitting up. That's when she saw she was still on the floor and started remembering what happened last night.
Everything.
Every. Last. Second.
She wiped away the dried tears around her eyes and slowly stood back up on her feet to tend to the bruises her former boss got on her before his demise.
"That bastard." she whispered while pulling her Harley Quinn costume off, feeling the tight material tug at her skin as it slid down and away from her body. "I'm done being some kind of two bit thug for him." she frowned while looking at the suit, a disgusting memory of all the time she wasted on someone she thought she loved.
She began to rip the frills off it, throwing the material away violently before she happened to look out the window and saw a poster with Batman on it. "Well, the upside is Bats won't be throwing me in the slammer." she joked while throwing the remainder of her suit on a chair so she could worry about it later.
But looking at Batman... it had her thinking.
"Bats really is a nice guy. Sure I always got caught by him, but he never really treated me like the Joker. He always just tripped me up or put me in a hold like he didn't want to hurt me." she muttered with a small smile.
*flashback- what really happened*
"Stay still B-Man! I just wanna squash ya!" Harley yelled, swinging her hammer around as she tried to hit Batman with it. He just dodged as she over swung, causing her to stumble forward. She tripped over his foot without either meaning for it to leading to her fall face first on the ground. "Owie."
"It's over Quinn." he said simply, handcuffing her hands behind her back putting handcuffs around her feet since she was a gymnast.
*Harley vision- what she thinks happened*
"Stay still B-man! I just wanna squash ya!" Harley yelled, swinging her hammer around as she tried to hit Batman with it.
He was running around, barely able to dodge her amazingly awesome and perfect swings. But he stopped at reaching a dead end with her running at him with her weapon raised. "I am sorry Harley, but I can not hurt a beauty such as you." he said in a deep, romantic voice as he threw a few batarangs at her hammer making her lose balance and fall over.
She closed her eyes expecting pain, but suddenly found herself caught and in Batman's arms as he hovered over her. "B... B-Man?" she muttered in amazement, romantic music playing around them.
"Please accept these as a sign of my deepest apologies." he spoke holding up cuffs and slipped them on her wrists before kissing the back of her right hand and gently set her on the ground. And with that, he ran off.
Harley smiled with a blush as she shut her eyes to wait.
*end flashback*
"And he is such a sweetheart." Harley smiled, hearts in her eyes. She looked at the poster and turned to her suit before tapping her chin while feeling her thoughts go into overdrive. And she grinned madly. She had an idea.
"Maybe ol Bats could use a little help?"
And like that, her world began to change.
*Timeskip-2 days later*
Gotham was having a fairly peaceful night, a lone figure in an apartment pulling a costume on.
It clung to their slim figure and legs while they grabbed a mask and slipped it on while they stood in front of a mirror. The female figure quickly added some lipstick before putting a belt and gloves on.
"Alright, time to show off Gotham what Batman's new partner's got in store for it." smirked the woman. Slipping some heels on she jumped out her window and ran across the rooftops of Gotham. Easily keeping a fast pace while bending their legs and jumping onto the next one with ease thanks to her athletic build.
And as she jumped high between two buildings, her appearance was revealed. The figure was a woman evidenced by their supple chest under the top part of a red bodysuit that had several black diamonds streaming across the top with a pair of black pants that hugged her slim legs with a red and black belt around her waist with the emblem for 'H' on it.
Over her hands were elbow-length gloves with the left being red and the right being black. The similar color scheme was reversed on her legs with high-heeled boots with the left one being black and the right one being red.
On her ample chest was a bat symbol, half black and half red, with the wings in an arrow-esk shape that made the the bat look like it was inside a diamond. Her upper lip was painted black with her lower lip was covered in red lipstick. Over her head was a red cowl with two pointed ears on the head with the eye holes accented with black circles to show her blue eyes. And flowing from her neck was a black and red ass length cape.
She jumped from roof to roof before hearing gunfire. "Time to get to work!" She grinned, running off.
In an alleyway a man chuckled as he held a pursue while panting after running off from the old lady he snatched it from while he had a revolver in his other hand. "Oh that was easy!" He grinned.
But as he turned to walk off, an item flew by and hit the gun out of his hand. It was a small knife.
"Hey! Who did that!" he called out looking down the dark alley.
"Me." A woman said, trying to sound tough and mean.
The man growled as he saw a female figure walk closer to the light with the shadows obscuring her face. But gulped when he saw her pull out some more knives, as well as a hammer. But he froze at the bat symbol on her chest. "What the-Batgirl? Since when do you use knives?"
"I'm not Batgirl." She grinned. "But I am Batman's new partner." she pulled back and threw several knives. She threw them powerfully, stabbing into the man's jacket. Even stabbing his arm slightly,
"AH!" cried the man in pain as he dropped the purse and fell against the wall for support as he watched the woman walk closer.
"Night night!" She grinned, holding up her hammer before swinging it .
And everything went black.
Hours later police were at the alley. They found a headless corpse laying on the ground, a splattered remains of the person's head all over the wall.
"Now that's gruesome." grimaced Barbara as she and Bruce looked down at the scene from a rooftop.
Bruce was silent, frowning at the splatter. 'If Harley really did kill the Joker, that must mean her mind may have warped even worse. Outright killing someone isn't her style, and she doesn't use knives, or as far as I know she doesn't. If she's loose and killing anyone in her path, she might be too late to get help for.' Bruce sighed sadly, upset he couldn't help her. She didn't deserve what has happened to her.
"Think Harley did it?" asked Barbara looking at her mentor.
"Most likely." he nodded. "We need to find her and fast."
Barbara nodded, the two launching grappling lines. Both of them swung off the roof while Harley herself was watching them go from the shadows.
*Harley vision*
Both caped vigilantes were swinging through the air with romantic music playing while holding hands. Batgirl was even holding Batman's arm romantically. All the while she rubbed her head against his shoulder.
Harley growled in rage, her fingers clenching
*Time skip- with Batman and Batgirl*
Both of them had been looking all over the city, but no sign of Harley could be seen anywhere. It was nearing sunrise and they had no clues.
Bruce took one last look down at the street as Barbara yawned and he looked at her. "You go on home and get some rest. We'll resume looking later tonight."
"O... okay." She nodded. But as she tried to jump away a knife stabbed her cape, pinning it to the roof. She yelled, flying forward and falling back into the roof painfully yet comically.
Bruce stood up and ran over to pull the knife out while noticing it was the same type used on the robber. "What?" He frowned.
"Yoohoo! Batsy!" called a familiar voice.
"Quinn?" He asked, looking behind himself. His eyes widened behind his mask at seeing the outfit she wore which looked like a blend between her usual costume with attributes from Barbara's and Dick's. "... what?"
"What do you think? I made it myself." she grinned while putting one hand on her hip and struck a pose while winking at him. "Am I hot enough for you, Mr B?"
"Mr. B?" spoke Barbara with a raised eyebrow at Harley's nickname while snickering at the fact she used it on Bruce.
"Shut up BatBitch!" She snapped.
Barbara flinched while Bruce narrowed his eyes.
"Harley, explain yourself. Are you the one who killed the Joker and that robber?"
"Maybe?" She shrugged.
"Have you really lost it?" asked Barbara.
"Lost what?" She asked.
"Your head. Seriously, you went from killing the clown to some random robber. Something changed in you."
"I was stopping crime!" She huffed, stomping her foot.
"You mean committing murder." spoke Batman with a frown.
"Self defence with Joker and I was being a crime fighter! That guy had just stolen a purse!" She huffed like a child, tears pooling in her eyes.
"Taking money doesn't constitute murder and you should know that."
"He wouldn't give uuuup!" Harley whined like a child, pouting.
"Sorry Harley, but you're going to have to come with us."
"Yay!" She cheered, hugging him.
Both vigilantes blinked in surprise while Bruce pulled out the handcuffs and slid them onto Harley's wrists.
Harley giggled, her eyes fluttering as she rubbed into his side.
"Wow, that was easy." muttered Barbara to the point Bruce could hear it as they started walking to transport Harley back to Arkham.
*Harley vision*
Harley saw the rooftop look like a flower meadow with her arm wrapped around Batman's as he lead the way with a smile on his face while Batgirl was on the other side with a scowl as it looked like the flowers died just when she walked through them.
But she gasped as the two kissed. "Hey! What are you doing?" frowned Harley glaring at Batgirl.
"I'm taking your man, bitch." Batgirl said evilly.
*Normal vision*
"Uh, I'm not doing anything." remarked Barbara getting the sudden question from Harley who glared at her for some reason. She and Bruce had just been standing there talking.
Suddenly Harley jumped at Barbara, screaming.
Said girl reacted as best she could and managed to grab her by the arms and hold her away from her, but it didn't change the fact Harley looked ready to rip out Barbara's throat. Literally with the way she was biting the air.
"Stop that Harley! What's wrong?" asked Barbara with Bruce grabbing the woman from behind to pull her away from his partner.
"I'll kill you bitch! You won't take him!" Harley yelled.
"Take who?"
"My B-Man you dumb bitch! You won't touch him!" she growled while trying to get her hands towards Barbara's throat, but was having a hard time with Batman keeping her back. Plus the handcuffs.
"Harley! Calm down!" ordered Bruce in a firm and sharp tone.
She listened instantly.
"You are going to take a deep breath and relax. If you try to hurt my partner or struggle, I'll have to knock you unconscious."
*Harley vision*
"I want you to breath in deeply and relax against me. If you manage to stop this evil woman who has forced me into this relationship, I'll sweep you off your feet and hold you in my arms till you drift off to sleep."
*normal vision*
"Okay Mr B." She purred happily. This time she reached into her pocket and pulled out a knife before flicking her wrist and throwing it towards Barbara.
Barbara yelled, dodging.
Batman frowned and pulled out a gas pellet and nodded to Barbara who covered her nose as he put gas mask over his own face before breaking the small capsule near Harley's face.
"Huh? Wha..." Harley tried but fell asleep in Bruce's arms.
"Alright, now I know she's definitely gone nutty, and I mean more than usual." spoke Barbara.
Bruce nodded, sighing.
*Time skip*
Harley started to slowly feel her eyes open and noticed she was laying on something soft. "Huh?" She muttered, patting the bed. She slowly sat up and saw she was in a nice bedroom, but also took note of the fact her wrists were still cuffed with her ankles being cuffed to the bedposts. "What?" She asked, pulling against the bed while looking around the place. "Hey, where am I?"
"A private location." A familiar voice replied.
She turned to see Batman standing in the doorway. "B-Man!" She cheered happily. She tried to get up and run to him, but the cuffs quickly stopped her and reminded her of her position. "Aw." She pouted.
"Harley, what made you feel the need to try and attack Batgirl?" he asked walking over.
"She was trying to take you from me." She frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
Harley huffed, thinking he was playing hard to get. "I mean she was all over you and you said if I got rid of her you'd hold me in your arms."
"No I didn't." he frowned.
"Yeah ya did."
"No I didn't." he replied in a firm tone. "I told you to come quietly and explain what happened that night you killed the Joker."
"No you didn't!" She snapped.
"Harley!" he raised his voice. "If you can't tell me why you did it, then I'll have to assume you have no reason for two murders, and have to take you to Arkham immediately."
"HE HIT ME!" She yelled, holding back tears. "He hit me and treated me like trash like every other time! So I decided I was done! I was done being treated like dirt, tired of being a punching bag, and tired of wasting my life for that sad excuse for a man!"
"But you killed him." Bruce sighed. "Even killing someone who holds no remorse for others and only himself is still seen as murder in the eyes of the law."
"He tried to kill me!" She huffed. "As I said, it was self defence!"
Batman looked at the woman sadly behind the mask and sat down on the bed while pulling her into a gentle hug.
*Harley vision*
She smiled and relaxed while feeling the male rub her back while she sat on his lap. 'Oh Mr B.' she thought happily. She looked up at his smiling face and found herself leaning up towards it.
Bruce didn't realise what was happening until it happened. She kissed him.
*normal vision*
Bruce blinked as Harley lightly grasped his face and kissed him deeply. He tried to push her off gently, but felt her push in closer without breaking the kiss. She was lightly biting and licking his lips too, trying to deepen the kiss. But he managed to push her off with her pouting at the end of it.
"Awww. It was just getting good." she pouted. "Do you always push women away from you because of fear? Or because you're secretly nervous around them?"
"What are you talking about?" He frowned.
"Isn't it obvious? From the way you hold yourself, added together with your choice of attire, it means you might have picked being a crime fighter because of some dark tragedy. Maybe losing a loved one I'm guessing?"
Batman frowned and stayed silent.
"And another thing, all your gadgets and toys." she smiled while leaning back on the bed.
Batman was silent but one of his eye lenses rose up a bit.
"There are only so many ways you could get that much stuff and extras. One, you know someone really rich who supplies you with the money. Two, you secretly rob banks to fund them and have an IQ high enough to build it all by yourself. Or three, you've got a large supply of income WITH IQ."
Batman was silent still, as he stayed calm, but... he was shocked. He was surprised Harley was so smart, many people DID underestimate her because of her personality and her accent.
"And based on this room," she looked around it. "You've got tons of extra for some nice digs. But no smell of booze or cigarettes, so you don't smoke, cross mafia off that list."
"Enough." He said simply.
"Oh? Am I getting close?" she grinned. "Let me out of these cuffs and I might."
Batman considered it for a second but didn't.
"Then we'll keep playing the guessing game!" she sat up. "Hmm, based on some of the furniture in this room, it shows you must have preferred some of the more old style compared to modern furniture, meaning this house must be old too, right?"
'If we had the cave cells finished this wouldn't be happening.' Bruce thought in annoyance.
"And judging from your height, body mass, and tone of voice, I'm willing to bet you're about...in your mid thirties."
Bruce raised an eyebrow again but held back his nervous sweat.
"Hmm, now who's in their mid thirties, has enough time to kick bad guy's butts, a physique most girls probably drool over, doesn't get close to anyone, lives in an old place, and is well funded with an IQ to build so many cool toys?" she tapped her chin. She gasped and grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Of course! Only the hottest bachelor in all of Gotham! Ain't that right Mr. Bruce Wayne?"
Bruce was silent, knowing he wasn't going to be able to deny this. He sighed before reaching up and slowly taking his mask off.
"Yay! I WAS right!" She cheered. "What's my prize?"
"You don't get one." He deadpanned.
"Aw, not even a little fun? We've got a nice bed right here." she laid across it with a seductive grin. "And I don't think anyone would mind." Harley grinned and added a slightly crazed laugh. "Plus I've already got the money handcuffs on."
"We're not going to do that."
"Awwwww! Why not?!" She groaned childishly, kicking her legs as best she could with her leg shackles.
"Because you still need to take responsibility. Defending yourself I understand, but killing one person is still something you can't get away with."
"I was fighting criiiiiiiiime!" She whinned again. "Besides, you beat up guys all the time and even give them a few broken jaws. So what's one little robber compared to all that huh?"
"You killed him! Smashed his head in!" He argued.
"Oh please, I bet other heroes do worse and get medals for it."
"And Superman and I both agree on that subject. No." He frowned.
"Hmph! You really know how to treat a girl." she huffed.
Bruce was silent, rubbing his forehead.
"So, what's the deal with the girl? She seems a little young for you." frowned Harley referring to Barbara.
"She's a teammate." he replied.
"Sure, and I bet she doesn't try to make any passes at you." she growled.
"She dosen't." He deadpanned.
"Suuure, and I don't use a coin to decide whether to shoot or not." she replied sarcastically.
Bruce frowned at that before sighing. "Look, you can't tell anyone who I am, alright?"
"Well what's in it for me?" She grinned. "After all, from what we both know, you won't kill me, or keep me locked up, so you'll have to let me go eventually. And I can't be held responsible for what I say."
There was a small pause before he kissed her. Her eyes widened before she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
The kiss lasted for a few seconds before he broke it. "How's that?"
"Yes Mr B, I'll be quiet." She said giddily, smiling drunkenly. "Especially if YOU keep doing that."
"... fine. Visit once a week." Bruce sighed.
"So you're gonna let me go?" she asked with a big smile.
He sighed and nodded, unlocking the cuffs.
"Yay!" she cried before jumping and hugging Bruce. "Thanks Mr B!"
Bruce's eye twitched, trying to calm down.
"Of course, I might need some more incentive to keep quiet." she teased with a wink.
"What exactly do you mean?" He asked.
"You take me out on a date, we get married, give me TONS of babies, and the time after they grow up and leave is gonna be the real fun!" she gushed while she started rambling off different kinks they could try.
Little did either know was Batgirl was staring in shock in the doorway. "Uh, what's she going on about?" she asked.
Harley looked and hissed a bit. "Buzz of red! Me and Mr B are busy!"
Barbara just blinked and left .
'Barbara you traitor.' Bruce thought as Harley giggled.
"So, shall we skip to desert~?" she purred in his ear.
Bruce reacted fast before grabbing a gas pellet and broke it before the scent drifted in the woman's nose just as he put the mask over his own mouth and nose.
She moaned, collapsing against him.
'It might take a little bit more time to help her...a lot.'