Author's Note: I do not own Batman or any of it's associated characters. This is only the first page of the story, there will be more to come, so don't criticize for it not really doing anything. Haah, just starting up the story. Also, this is my first story, so I don't know how to indent on this website T.T". Whoot! (:

Many thoughts went through Harley's head as her small foot came in contact with the side of Batman's cowl. She hoped she could escape with the money so she didn't have to go to the business meeting she had arranged for tomorrow, trying to be friendly after a long night of getting her ass kicked is especially hard. She thought of how embarrassing this would be if anyone were watching, her hair falling out of her wet pigtails, -why was it always raining every damn time she had to fight this costumed bat?-her costume ripped from the multiple hits from Batarangs and clean punches, one of her gloves missing, exposing her freshly manicured nails, red with black diamonds, why does this always happen?

Batman grabbed her leg midair and flipped her over, throwing her on her face; she slid on the wet roof top."Damn it, Bats, you are ruining my outfit," she picked herself up and ran toward him furiously, "this is Mistah J's favorite!" She jumped on him, kicking off his armored chest to do a back flip, slicing his shoulder with her bare hand, jabbing her nail into his skin and breaking it. "OH TO HELL WITH IT!" she screamed and fell to her knees, crying and looking at her broken, jagged fingernail. "You win, Bats."

Batman stood in front of her confused, but with a straight face. "I won't fall for your tricks Quinn."

"I'm not joshin ya, Bat breath, I gives! Mistah J is already upset with me, maybe spending a few nights in jail will give him time to cool off, ya know?" tears rolled down her cheeks as she held her wrists up to him. He grabbed her instead by the throat and pulled her up to his face as she squealed. He looked into her baby blue tear-filled eyes as she gasped for breath. He looked at her thin body, her costume ripped and blood soaking through her costume. He put his hand in her pocket, searching for the stolen diamonds, then securing them in his own pocket, dropped her to the ground. "Geeze, Bats, buy a gal a drink first why dontcha?" Harley weezed. She watched him disappear into the blackness of the night. She picked herself up and a sly smile spread on her lips as she whispered, "Thanks, Bats."