One of the weirdest, oddest dates of Peter's life.
Harleen Quinn.
In one universe, Peter and Harley had a terrible date. The only reason they went out was that she wound up as Caitlin's roommate, and Ronnie ditched Peter to go out with her. That left the two of them to try and get to know each other and it ended in a date.
In one universe, it didn't go so well.
But in another universe...things went pretty well.
Peter and Harleen were talking and having a laugh about their friends currently on a date.
"So...Harley, is it okay if I call you that?" Peter asks, feeling it'd be difficult to keep calling her Harleen.
"Yeah, that's preferably what my friends call me," Harley admitted.
"Well, what are you trying to major here?" Peter asks her.
"Psychologically," Harley informs him. "Hoping to become a psychiatrist."
"Oh, that's cool," Peter replied as he took a drink of his water.
"What about you?" Harley asks him. "What are you trying to get into?"
"Scientist major mostly." Peter shrugged and put the cup down. "Chemist, engineering, biotechnology, something around there. My dream job would be working for Mercury Labs."
"I would have figured you for more of a bigger city or bigger picture guy," Harley admitted. "More Wayne Enterprises or something."
"Well, my roots are in Central City," Peter explained to her. "My aunt is my only living relative, so I like to keep her close. My friends live there, basically, my life is there."
"I'm gonna guess that means you don't have a girlfriend." Harley took a guess.
"I'm here on a date with you, aren't I?" Peter replied with a snarky grin.
"So...this is a date?" Harley asked him in surprise.
"I...guess it is?" Peter wasn't sure how to properly answer.
"Good," Harley said as she leaned in. "Because that's what I was hoping this was."