Pleased to Meet Ya

Dick freezes. Ok, he had not known that. How could he have not known that? He should have known…Bruce, he would have to talk to him later. But now, Harley. Dick had managed to make her even more distraught than before.

“Harley, I understand why you are upset…but that man has done so much harm to you.  You shouldn’t allow his death to break you apart. You were always more than just Joker’s.” 

Dick turned around and moved after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. Usually, he would let her be, but something told him that perhaps this wasn’t the night to do so.

“Come on, Harley.” he pressed. “What are you doing to do? Are you going to bust someone’s brains out their heads? And then what? You’ll go back to Joker? Let me help you.” 

Dick wasn’t discouraged when he was being kicked away. He understood that sort of anger, had lived it many times himself, through himself and through others. Harley Quinn was a criminal, but she was still a person who had been through a lot and Dick valued compassion.

“Harley, that’s not true.” He begun. “I do care, when you are in a bad mood I always get my ass handed to me.” he added in a teasing tone, trying to lighten the mood.

“Tell me, what’s up. We can even brawl a bit if you like, if it’ll make you feel better. “ 

“Whoa!” Dick stumbled back, taken aback when Harley begun shoving. This was unusual, the young woman must have really been set of. He knew how toxic her relationship with Joker was, and he knew that no matter what Harley did not deserve a prick like him. 

“Hey…” Dick rooted his feet and gently grabbed Harley’s shoulders to keep her from pushing him. “…Take it easy, Harley. What’s up with you?”

This had been a shockingly quite night for Gotham standards. No major drag dealers, no crime lords getting shot. Dick was genuinely surprised. The man leaped from roof to roof keeping an eye on the dark, stained streets before him when he spotted the familiar blond head of Halrey Quinn.

He smiled, supporting himself on the balls of his feet as his gaze followed her. What was she up to? He was aware that she had suffered a few bad weeks, God knows he had been running by Batman to clean up all the mess.

He followed her in the alley and when she spoke, he chuckled and then stepped into the dim lighting.

“You caught me!” he said, lifting his hands. “It’s just me, ol’ Nightwing, making sure you aren’t going to wreck Gotham tonight.” 

Can be a first meeting, or your muse has prior knowledge of my original muse. It doesn’t have to be a nice meeting either… 

❝The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.❞

❝What’s that over there?❞

❝These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.❞

❝Shooting star, make a wish.❞

❝It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.❞

❝And if you look over there, you’ll see Corvus.❞

❝Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.❞

❝Looks like a great night for flying..❞

❝Can you sing that one song? Y'know, the about the little star sweeper?❞

❝Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…❞

❝Astronomy compels the soul to look upwards and leads us from this world to another.❞

❝Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?❞

❝Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.❞

❝This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?❞

❝Is that a– wait, no, just an airplane.❞

❝I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.❞

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