NEVER CALL A WOMAN 'CHICK'.

❛ I think we should get some cosmos. ❜

          Tim never really trusted the Clown Princess as a whole. It was his own general rule never to trust people he’d grown up locking up in an asylum but… Harley had a bit of a softer spot. She was smart, she knew that, he knew that. The paranoia seeped into his pores only prompted him to take a step back, holding both hands up. “It’s never really just one thing, though. Is it?”

She may not look exactly like the Harley in his world, but he would recognize that make up anywhere, “Every villain think that about me, but in the end, I am the one on right side.”

He bobbed his head slightly in agreement. “That’s true, I am Batman. Well observed.”

“Maybe you’re sloppy. That is a possibility. Though you’ve always erred on the side of that ld saying ‘there’s method in the madness’, haven’t you?” He narrowed his eyes, moving on before she could answer. “I’d find that unlikely. It’s true that on the surface a lot of your previous antics have seemed random or sloppy on the surface, but there’s usually a meaning behind them. After all, in order to make something look like you’re doing it wrong, you have to know how to do it right, right?”

“There’s a lot of ways to interpret ‘okay’, and if I’m honest I’m not sure I would fit any of them, if you had to ask me.” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the armour plates in his cowl shifting beneath his fingers. “Short answer? You don’t know. Maybe there’s police lining up a shot on you right now, and the custodial staff at Arkham have already cleaned your cell so that it’s nice and ready for you.” He shrugged. “Now, I’m a lot of things. It’d be hard to pick out a member of my family that doesn’t resent me for some kept secret or manipulation. But I’d like to think that no one would ever call me a liar.” 

He let out a wry chuckle. “Although maybe I am a liar and said all that to convince you. But a long time ago, the first Robin taught me one of the most important lessons of my life: sometimes you just need to trust someone that you won’t regret letting them help you.” 

He was quiet for a moment, thinking of younger, more carefree days. “I may not be able to say the same for him, but I don’t regret a thing.” He cracked a small half-smile. “If nothing else, if you want to walk away at least you’ve had a small peak underneath the cowl, right?”

HARLEY ARCHED A BROW when he put up opinions about her. All she could do was pop her bubblegum louder. For his short answer... ❛ Maybe, I have my Suicide Squadmates, Dead Shot hidden in somewhere to shoot you if you shoot me. ❜ She didn't have anyone, but she doesn't want to stand behind to any men. Anyway, if it was to arrest her, he would already handcuff her during this chit chat.

❛ I'll stay low if you find me a place to stay, as you said, Batsy.❜ Harley was slightly shaking of cold. Her outfit isn't exactly a good outfit to wear on a cold day with rains. Her mini-short blue and red, and ripped shirt 'daddy's little monster', and her make up stained by the rain.

Was it what he was expecting to happen so soon, rejection? Not entirely. She brushed him off without a blink, as if he was just a random stranger. Usually he wouldn’t let something like that get to him. It should be the last thing to bug him, but there he was — not wanting to laugh it off. This small gesture wasn’t what ruffled his feathers, yet the words he still needed to digest. For a second he was ready to blame his bedraggled mind for fabricating some auditory illusion, because it certainly wasn’t the case of hearing what he wanted to hear.

Now, that’s an exceptional joke. Harley and Bats possibly buddying up. But, again, he can’t even cough up a feeble snort. In an instant his posture becomes rigid with tension. “That’s where you’re wrong, it’s not over,” he mutters to himself, blankly scowling ahead before stomping forward to close the distance she seemed so eager to create between them.

“You and Dracula are playing in the same sandbox now? And they say I’m nuts.” He cracks a bitter grin; it feels like a personal offense. “If you want to be a big girl, I won’t be wrecking your dreams.” Crossing arms in front of his chest, it’s a taxing struggle to act unbothered and make it a credible performance. Still and all, over the years Harley must’ve seen enough of his faking to get a whiff that something is off.

THE WORST PART IS... HE IS RIGHT. IT doesn't matter what he did to her, but she still loves him. But she wants a certain kind of freedom. A name for herself, without needing the help of a man. ---- No! She wants more. However, she wouldn't let him get on her, as she always let him. And she knew he wouldn't let her get away from him easily. Not when she wants something from her...

Now he was closing the distance between them, making her forced to look in those eyes where she can be lost if she mirrored them. An inner voice was telling her to avoid the eyes contacts. But it's nothing she could do about it. Her pair of grey-bluish hues stared his eyes as if she wanted to see his soul through it. ❛ And what if I am? Would you hold it against me? ❜  Hypothetical situation, that happens to be truthful.

“What makes you think mine are?” Even though she couldn’t see it, he cocked an eyebrow behind his mask. “I also believe there’s some kind of saying about the blind leading the blind?” Or damaged leading the damaged, however the case may be.

“I suppose no one would, would they? Generally speaking it tends to be yourself catching attention.” He cocked his head to the side. “Or not, in this case. You’ve kept a lower profile than usual, it almost took some effort to locate you.” He lapsed into silence. Harley was a puzzle. She was vicious, psychotic, prone to outbursts of violence and destruction. But right next to all that was a heartbreaking sense of innocence and tragedy; of potential that could have so easily gone a different direction if only she had never met the clown. “I can relate to preferring to run solo. Even someone with my obvious charm and affability does their best work alone.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, hesitating only slightly. “But alone carries its own risks, and not everyone that’s looking for you has the same rules that I do.” You didn’t become the most dangerous double act in Gotham’s criminal underworld without a lot of people you stepped over on the way wanting you dead. “Would it be ridiculously optimistic of me to ask for you to lay low for a while? I’d be able to provide some assistance, I have a few safehouses in the city that…” He hesitated, second guessing himself. Harley was one of the few people that he could never fully predict, and he knew full well he may regret not just slapping her in handcuffs and hauling her off to jail. “Well, I suppose I mean that the places I know are probably considerably safer than wherever you’re currently residing.” He finished weakly.

❛ Because you're BATMAN. ❜ Not really, but then he comes up with that chit chat. Harley is clever enough to know this conversation may or may not lead to something that could grasp her attention. Perhaps that's why one of the inner voices told her to not snap at him. As much as she wanted. ❛ I know. ❜ That's the whole point, she didn't want to be found.

The doctor was good at doing some stuff including getting off the radar. When she wants to get attention, normally it's easy to spot her. ❛  Maybe, I did want to meet you. Maybe, I did want to meet you but not that fast. Maybe I'm sloppy.❜ If there's something Harley Quinn isn't it's to be sloppy. With her crimes, she knows how to operates them very well... But with her Puddin? That's another story. ----  Right now, she was trying to figure out if she hates Batman so much or likes him, but one thing she is sure, she has strong feelings towards him.

Her body stiffened under his touch on her shoulder, NOT trusting him... Afraid of being handcuffed, and be thrown to on the cops again. Orange is not her color, and she refused to be in jail. But her expression in her delicate features was stoic. Her poker face is always good and she kept to remains like this. That's it?

“Thank you for the offer, but I have my own professionals on retainer.” So what if Alfred was not a medically trained professional, he was a dab hand with needle and thread. And talking to Lee always did make him feel better during one of their infrequent chats.

“The last time you were within touching distance of me you swung a knife at my throat, so excuse me for my caution. Any issues besides that are purely coincidental.” 

He frowned slightly. “That would be highly inappropriate, and not exactly on brand for Superman.” He fell silent for a moment. “Interesting in this instance being a stand-in for destructive. But luckily I’m not exactly catching up with Joker on a weekly basis at the local coffee house.” Truth be told, even he didn’t know where Joker was right now. That fact deeply unnerved him, and he was working on correcting it as quickly as possible.

He offered her a sad smile. “You’re not the only one who wants to do whatever they want, but unfortunately there’s a few things standing in the way of that. Myself and the Justice League, for one.” He chuckled briefly. “Maybe not the S.H.I.E.L.D program then; I’ve heard their command structure loves giving orders.”

“Exploding things is generally frowned upon in polite society. Punching people….” He shrugged. “It depends what people. And in what context.” He thought about all the people he knew who had lost their purpose, but had found one by becoming part of something bigger than themselves. He thought of the Justice League, the Birds of Prey, the Teen Titans, even his own family. A collection of warriors, rogues, outcasts and misfits finding common cause for the greater good. And punching people. “I know you’re used to working as a duo, but have you ever considered giving being a team player a shot?” 

HARLEY MADE A CHILDISH pouts as he talked about he has his own medical team. ❛ I'm not a regular doctor. ❜ For assigning the Joker herself, that was a bold move when she worked on the asylum. Anyway, she hated the mediocre life she had when she was a doctor. The blonde couldn't help but cackling when he reminds how the last time she touched HIM.

And then he had to mention the name of her ex again. Maybe, he wanted to see her reaction to him. Ah, she isn't curious to know where he is. If the Joker wants to find her, she knows he would find her. Their relationship is complicated. But she knew too well the Joker, or at the least, she'd like to think so.

@fearlessandcrazier

As aimless as his wanderings had been so far, there was a particular goal or maybe more of a target at the forefront of his mind. If Harley thought she could cut ties with him that quickly, she was very, very wrong. Letting go wasn’t something he dealt with effortlessly, that he needed to admit. But he also wasn’t the type to let others call the quits. Besides, it wasn’t the first time the two of them fell out over some — from his standpoint — triviality. Perhaps she made a vow with herself that now she would split off from him, gain independence, you name it. Though the Joker ardently entertained the idea that sooner or later she would be reminded she needed him, in fact.

First of all, he had to track her down in this boundless concrete jungle. What it took was visiting several bars and finding informants there. With a few banknotes waved in front of their faces, no further questions were asked. It wasn’t long until one of the dime-droppers tipped him the wink. Apparently, guessing Harl’s estimated whereabouts was child’s play. Despite being spared another bother, he sort of wished she would’ve given him a tougher riddle to solve.

Strutting into the dimly-lit bar, almost immediately he caught a glimpse of the Good Doctor, who was occupied with nursing a drink. His lips curled up into a wicked smile as he slowly made his way towards her before resting his gloved hands or her shoulders. “Can I pull you for a chat, darling?” Leaning in closer, his tone of voice was warm but stern. “Or should I say, Dr. Quinzel?”

HARLEY IS IN THE MOMENT of her life that she wants emancipation. She wants to prove to the world that she doesn't need mister J to get everything she wants. She was tired of feeling a worn-out doll that the Joker plays whenever he wants and left her behind in the shelf to rot. To Harley, she deserves more than that. She has proven her love to him in so many ways.

To be clear she hasn't heard about Puddin in a while. --- Again, she isn't looking forward to meeting him. Right now, Batsy is somewhat keeping her entertained, and helping her realizing some stuff she doesn't want to share with anyone other than the infamous Bruce Wayne/Batman.

❛ Another Super? SuperBoring Jr.? ❜

It was subtle, but when he talked about Joker she bristled, and just for a moment her countenance took on a look of disgust. If he hadn’t had confirmation that the two had parted ways before, he certainly did now.

“Some people may say that I have what you’d call…. an obsessive personality.” He shook his head, as if considering the notion. “It would be hard to say that they’re wrong, but you don’t exactly lead a quiet life.”

He withdrew at her touch. Mostly because he still wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t attack him; but he was also indisposed to physical intimacy at the best of times, let alone inauthentic gestures aiming to rattle him. 

Despite himself he allowed a small smile. Though you could never tell how much of it was real, her constant enthusiasm had a certain charm.

“I’ll admit, public relations aren’t exactly my strong suit. That kind of thing was always more Superman’s skillset than mine. Maybe I should put you in touch with him: your colours would match, at least.” He gave her a tilt of the head to show he wasn’t serious: he’d been told in the past that it wasn’t always clear when he was joking. “There’s the S.H.I.E.L.D mentorship program. That’s kind of like Waller’s task force, though hopefully less ruthless.” He shrugged. “At the end of the day you’ve still got that doctorate. Who knows, maybe patients will relate more to a psychologist who’s been on both sides of the glass.” He wondered what his family would say if they heard him preaching psychology. He’d probably be forced to put another dollar in the ‘Batman’s a Hypocrite’ jar.

OKAY, SHE DIDN'T KNOW BATMAN could be fun... Fine, part of her knew that chatting with him would be... Fun. ❛ Batsy, Batsy I'm a doctor... Do you want to make a session with me? ❜ She winks, as she popped her bubblegum, amused with the idea of being Batman's doctor. ---  This is how her story with her Puddin' started. First the King of the Gotham city... Now she wants to know what's going on the head of the Knight of Gotham city.

❛ Aw... Batsy is a little afraid of touch? ❜ Now she cackled at his reaction when he withdraws to her touches. The more he rejects the more she'll annoy him. ❛ Is that because you lack love in your life? Dad issues? Mommy issues? Maybe both?  ❜ Harley has no idea what she is doing, but then again she has no idea what she is doing most of the time. The only thing she knew is that she did everything for the Joker, and things went to downhills.

And the little bat has humor. ❛ I don't like to wear too many layers of clothes Batsy. I wanted to walk naked. Besides, I find the Super, SuperBoring. You're more interesting to me than him. Just, never tell it to Mister J, okay? ❜ Now his proposal...

❛ I don't know what I want Batsy. I don't think, I wanna be a doctor again. I just want to do what I want to do when I want to do it. ❜ She knew she's put in this world to server... But the good or bad? She doesn't even know. Harley is in the moment of her life she doesn't know what to do with life or with herself anymore. ❛ I don't like to receive orders... ❜ But she does receive orders from the Joker... But this is another story.

           Uh oh.“Harleen? What are you-?” 

His face was an impassive mask. “I feel like if you expect me to trust anyone, then you haven’t been paying attention over the years.” He shrugged, sending further droplets cascading from his armour to the floor. “It’s nothing personal, of course. Even the people who count me among their friends don’t get a pass, and none of them have ever tried to cave my head in with a hammer.” 

As always, he felt a pang of sympathy for Harley Quinn. She was as much a victim of the Joker as anyone. But that didn’t stop her from being extremely dangerous to anyone who dropped their guard for even a second. Which is why he never did.

“Aside from the fact that he’d probably be here if you were together, I’ve been keeping tabs on you. If you were still with Joker I wouldn’t have to do that: I’d just have to follow the explosions.” He let her comment about the time he pulled her from Gotham River pass by unacknowledged, as he always did whenever she tried to get a rise out of him. “Well, you are still a wanted criminal, with escaping from prison only being your most recent offence: other highlights include murder, theft, terorrism and several unpaid parking tickets.” He was silent for a moment. “Maybe I’m here because I know what it’s like to try and rebuild a life, and everyone needs someone to check in on them from time to time.” He cocked his head. “I suppose whichever one it is depends on whether you intend to make me fight you tonight.”

HARLEY COULDN'T HELP BUT LAUGH at him. His words, she ALMOST forgot how it is like his humor. The greatest Batman. The beloved hero for many and hated for few. The droplets from the downpour stained her make up. There's something about him... That she couldn't exactly pinpoint if it's a like or hate.

Bruce starts points out the fact about her and her Puddin, she kept her stoic expression, only a wide smile remains on her delicate features, and the mention of the Joker, makes her sick of her stomach. She wants revenge, but in a different way. --- ❛ Boo! ❜ Her monotone tone escape from her mouth when he spoke about her chargers. ❛ So boring Batsy! I didn't know you were obsessed with me.  ❜  She teases him, putting her hammer on the floor, and pressing his cheeks with her hands. She always wanted to get on his nerves, in a way or another.

@fearlessandcrazier

You could travel to any city in the world, and find an alleyway just as decrepit and squalid as the one Bruce stood in now. When the rain was pouring, as it was now, he could almost imagine himself  as a ten year old in an alley very similar to this one. He wondered if some other child had experienced his tragedy, exactly where he stood now.

Footsteps behind him made him reach instinctively for a batarang, but he overrode the impulse. He’d called her here under a banner of peace after all, and he had to assume that she would abide by it until she indicated otherwise.

He turned, drawing himself up to his full height as he often did in confrontation, displacing droplets of rain from his cowl and shoulders, sending them cascading down his cape.

“Ms Quinn. Thank you for coming.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I wasn’t certain you’d come alone. Relationships of that kind can be…. difficult to leave. Given that I usually end up involved one way or another, I hope you don’t mind me checking that this… break up, is permanent.” He offered a slight smile. “As a professional courtesy, of course.”

HARLEY AND THE JOKER, FINALLY SHE GAVE up from their relationship. She has proven literally EVERYTHING to him how much she worth it. --- She'd take bullets for him, but it seems that her heart scared him the MOST. He used her, and used her and left her out on the shelf as if she was worn doll.  Suddenly she got tired of this kind of relationship.

She thought they would LAST forever, but she was wrong. --- They broke up hundred of times and back up. However, at this moment for the first time in her life, she put a STOP on it. She will NO MORE be treated like 'broken toy'. She's HARLEY fucking QUINN, and she is out on this world to server whatever her little heart pleases.

And there is Batman, she can't quite describe if she likes or hates him. Maybe both. Part of her wants to ally him to get on the nerves of Mister J. (meaning she wants to use him)  ---- At the sign of Batarang she ALMOST hit with her hammer with a smiley face on each side of the hammer.

Drenched by the water of the rain, enduring the downpour, make-up stained on her delicate features. ❛ Batsy, Batsy... Little Batsy... When you'll learn to trust me?! ❜ God, Bruce was right... It's hard to leave in a relationship that she has with Mister J. Because as harder she tries, there's a space that always belongs to him in her heart.