Chapter 2

Bruce Wayne/Batman's Pov
I sat on a rooftop looking out over the city for anything out of the ordinary. I knew nobody would see me because my dark suit blended in with the darkness of the night.
The night was quiet all until I heard a sobs coming from close by. There was a building close the building I was on top on. The rooftop of that building was around the same level as the one I was on. It was only about ten feet away.
I peered over there and saw a woman rolled up into a ball crying terribly. I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look at them and then I realized who it was. It was Harley Quinn. I was supposed to be looking for her and The Joker. That was easier than I thought. But why was she crying? Could it have been Harley? Her face was covered so I didn't know for sure but from what I could see it was her.
I stood up and jumped over to the other the building. I started walking towards her. I stood only inches away from her.
"So," she said, "you decided to come back?"
I stood there silently.
She raised her head slowly and we both jumped at the sight of each other.
All of her body was bloody with scratches and bruises all over her. She had been beaten, I bet by The Joker.
Fear filled her eyes as she breathes heavily.
"Who did this to you?" I asked, getting down so I could be at eye level with her.
"None of your business," she said looking away. I could see tears swelling in her eyes.
I turned her head towards me.
"Tell me who did this to you now," I said with a stern voice.
"Or what?" She asked with an evil smirk.
"You already know," I said, "Arkham."
"Fine," she said, "Mr. J did it."
"Not a surprise," I mumbled, "why did he do it?"
"Well if you must know everything," she said, "I was two bags short of crack."
She held out her hands, "I guess you can cuff me now."
I put her hands down.
"He shouldn't treat you like that," I said, "no matter how much of a lunatic he is. Do you know how much better your life could be if you didn't hang around with him?"
"Oh Batty," she said, "you're acting so different."
"I know how to talk some sense into people," I replied, "let's clean you up."
I pulled out a small first aid kit.
"I didn't knew you carried those around," she said.
I shrugged and pulled out a cloth and a small bottle of water. I dipped the cloth in water and wiped the blood off of her face.
"Watch out for my makeup," she said, "it looks good today."
"You can't even see it through all the blood," I replied.
"It's that bad?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Ya know," she said, tears started to stream down her face, "sometimes he just doesn't get it. He doesn't care about my feelings sometimes...sometimes I feel like he doesn't even love me. But I know he does love me, at least I think I do."
To be honest, I never thought I would say this, but this was heartbreaking. I know Joker was a lunatic but he had to have some sense in him. He couldn't treat Harley like this. She was special. If not special to him, she was special to me...wait a second.
Could I have feelings for Harley? Of course not! That was impossible! She was a lunatic as well...or well at least she acted like one. But I knew she was smart, she was really smart. And she was beautiful. No matter how crazy she made herself look she was beautiful. I still didn't know why she hung around that idiot. But could I have some sort of romantic feelings toward Harley?

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