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I'm stuck on thinking of an idea for one of my marvel one-shots, so not give myself more stress.

We just gonna do another DC story. Someone requested me to do a part 2 to my first Harley one-shot, so here is that part 2.

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"Then the cops came in and was like "Freeze!" Then I threw my arms up, dropping the bag full money. And one of Joker's umm...dudes! Kicked me in the face with that girl's name, uhhh..what's her name?" (Y/N) sighed, continuing to wrap Harley's right forearm.

"Punchline." "Yeah! Punchline! She took the bag of money and ran away, and then-" Harley's rambling was cut off short, by (Y/N) pinching the side of her neck.

"Harley, please. You need to be quiet, my little brother is sleeping along with my father." Harley had tilt her head, like a puppy would as if you were asking it for treats.

"Even Nightwig?" (Y/N) looked at her confused, until she realized who the clown was describing. "Yes, even Nightwing and everyone else." Harley placed a wide grin across her face.

Throwing her arms around (Y/N)'s neck, before wincing in pain. "Watch the wound, you can reopen the cut...again." The oldest daughter of Wayne had pinched the bridge of her nose, groaning.

"Boop!" Opening her eyes, to the anti-hero poking her nose with the tip of her pointer finger. "Don't be so gloomy, "I'm Batman" y'know what I mean." The impression of her father was pretty bad.

But, it brought a smile to (Y/N)'s stern face. "You need to work on your Batman voice." "Or, he needs to use more vocabulary." The comment had made (Y/N) snort, that was pretty accurate.

"Alright." (Y/N) cleared her throat, putting back on a serious face. Going though the first aid kit next to her bed side, she had to go looking for it for a good five minutes.

Usually Alfred always has it next to (Y/N), but since the butler is sleeping. She ended up finding it in the batcave, in a place that it usually isn't found. She grabbed a plain colored band aid, the original tan looking band aid.

Harley huffed her cheeks into a pout, "What? Why are you making that face?" She looks like she wants a kiss or just straight up looks like a squirrel.

"Why that nasty tan color?" Oh, complaining about the color of the band aid. "Well, it's the only color we have?" (Y/N) was generally just confused, why complain about a band aid color?

She wasn't whining about the plain white color of the bandages. So why complain now? It's still amusing seeing Harley whine, complain, or just cry over the weirdest things.

(Y/N) remembered ordering Harley a cake, and the blonde clown had cried over the cake not having enough...frosting? (Y/N) ended up just buying a can full of frosting. Putting on how much her lover desired, this brighten up the clown's mood.

Harley had other things in mind, telling the daughter of an billionaire that she could clap these cakes. No pun intended, but (Y/N) was already doing paperwork for her father's behalf.

Which caused another hour and an half of complaining and whines. Let's just say (Y/N) had another headache along with taking pills for the constant throbbing in her head.

"You guys don't have pink or blue, not even sparkle ones?!" (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off. "Nope! I'm speaking! The bat family is so boring and gloomy! Always dressed in dark colors! No color in you're lives!"

Well, look where we live for crisis sakes. (Y/N)'s thoughts ran wild, not really listening to Harley's little rant. As Harley continued to ramble about the color of band aids, her eyes caught the color of what seem to be just one yellow band aid.

"Oh! Jackpot!" She had launched herself at the first aid kit, almost falling off in the process. (Y/N) didn't even flinch, to use to Harley's weird or even strange behavior. (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Harley's hips, almost like a little kid looking down at something from up high.

Harley grabbed the band aid, with her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth with determination. "Ha! Got it!" "Shhh! God, you're so loud." (Y/N) facepalmed once again, she had lost count.

"Oopsies, but I got it." "Got what? A new hair dye?" Harley gasped, slapping (Y/N)'s shoulder. "That's rude, I'm talking about the band aid. It's a pretty color too!" Just like a child, (Y/N) smiled at her own thought.

As (Y/N) watched her partner put the alright yellow colored band aid on the bridge of her nose. Thinking how much she loves this dork, yes Harley can and will give you headaches. Sometimes it does feel like you're looking after a small toddler, but that's what makes her different.

(Y/N) isn't a play girl, but she has been with a few ladies here and there. They didn't feel real, almost putting up a fake act to get noticed. Only wanting the money or was just not interested, but was seeking an outcome from the whole situation.

Harley is different in a lot of aspects. Yes, she was the Joker's partner in crime. Once a villain, now an anti-hero but still doing villain acts a little, a lunatic or psychopath which ever one you prefer.

But, a crazy person with a heart and soul once you get behind all the makeup. She's sweet despite being crazy, along with caring but that could be the love struck side of (Y/N). Besides, (Y/N) doesn't mind a crazy person.

Harley's just like another victim in Gotham. She's broken, hurt. Just wants to feel loved, accepted, maybe a sense of belonging. (Y/N) gives all those to her, makes the blonde feel less insecure and useless. More useful, besides her child like attitude.

"Puddin' you're staring." (Y/N) pulled herself out her thoughts, to Harley with a yellow band aid on her face. "How does it look? Do I look fashionable?" She started striking poses, until the taller of the pair pulled her closer by the hips.

The other women giggled, returning the gesture. Wrapping her arms around (Y/N)'s neck once again, making sure she doesn't open her cut again. "You've been touché today~" Harley proceed to lightly tug on (Y/N)'s bottom lip.

A nice shiver of pleasure ran down (Y/N)'s spine. Her grip on her lover's hips tightened, making Harley jerk her hips slightly. The pair had they lips on one another, forgetting the world around them.

Letting they're feelings speak for themselves. Harley's hands left (Y/N)'s neck, wondering down until it hit her gadget belt. Messing around with the yellow belt, until she found the button.

She pressed the button, hearing an auditable click. Once that was off (Y/N)'s hips, she threw it somewhere in the room. (Y/N) squinted her eyes, "That takes a lot of time to work on."

Harley huffed, pushing her hands under (Y/N)'s body armor. Feeling all her scars, old and more recent ones. "It's alright! You have lots of money, it's no biggie." (Y/N) sighed at contact, feeling the other women's fingers trance her scars and muscles.

The blonde's fingers continued to dance on her abdomen area. Dragging them south, until she stopped at the waist line of (Y/N)'s pants.

"(Y/N) did you know-?!" Dick Grayson had barged though the door, not even knocking. The couple stopped, staring at the man who just opened the door uninvited.

Dick dropped whatever was in his hand, his jaw wide open. "Y'know, if you keep you're mouth open. A fly will go into your mouth." The air was stiff, awkward, and just unsettling.

"I-It's not what you think..." Dick had lost his shit, screaming at the pair. "You're dating her?! Out of all people! Why her?!" (Y/N) flinched at his tone.

The rest of the robins came running, seeing what Dick was screaming at. "What! Why are you...ooh, you didn't know?" Jason had asked, giving Nightwing a confused face.

"Wait! You guys knew?!" Both Tim and Damian huffed at the former Robin. "Of course I knew, I am an detective after all. (Y/N)'s always leaving at the same hour every night, coming home with marks in the same place. Stephanie told me she saw them, while talking to (Y/N)."

As Tim was explaining to the boys how he knew (Y/N) and Harley are a thing. (Y/N) placed a hand on her neck, Stephanie always told (Y/N) she as a neck just like her father's.

She doesn't know what that means, but she just rolls with it. "Damian, how did you know?" Damian wore a smile full of pride, making Tim grunt in annoyance. "I would obviously know, I am blood related to her after all. My sister always had a thing for lunatics."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" (Y/N) had a face that you could tell she felt insulted, Harley laughed. Not bothered by the fact she got caught making out with her girlfriend.

(Y/N)'s family was truly strange, but that's why she loves them so much.

"Master Bruce." Bruce Wayne himself looked up from his stack of paper, "Yes, what is it Alfred?" Alfred had set a cup of tea down for Bruce to drink.

"Did you know Mistress (Y/N), is dating Lady Harley Quinn?" Bruce looked baffled, dumbfounded, shocked even. "My daughter? Dating Harley...?" Alfred gave a polite bow.

"Yes, she was found out by the boys. Master Damian said that is was obvious." Bruce dropped his pen, placing his forehead on the back of his hands.

"I'm getting old Alfred, I'm getting old..."

"Hey." Stephanie looked from her bowl of cereal. "Yeah? What's up Barbs?" Barbara gulped, before pulling a seat next to her friend.

"Did you know (Y/N) is dating Harley?" "Yup, I knew before Tim even got the chance to find out." Stephanie was not phased continuing to eat like the news was told before.

"You did?" The blonde superhero hummed. "I'm with Damian, it was kinda obvious those two had something going on. Did you see those two fight? Harley was so flirty, wasn't even focusing on the main task. That was the first time, I've seen her thirst over someone who isn't the Joker."

Barbara felt dumb in this situation, she can't be the only who missed the hints; right? "Plus, you knew (Y/N) the longest. You know she likes blondes a lot, like come on! She had a crush on me, I can't blame her. I mean I'm sexy, but damn I'd date her if I had the chance to."

Now Barbara was more confused, "Steph, you're straight." The blonde made eye contact with her redhead friend, and gave her seductive smirk.

"Yeah, I know. But (Y/N)'s a looker. I wouldn't mind going off the tracks for a week or so." Stephanie gave a wink, going back to finishing the rest of her breakfast.