Jason tried to sneak into his apartment. It was three in the morning and he was hoping she was sleeping. However, no such luck.

She was sitting on the bed watching the door with anxiety all over her face.

Tryin to stand tall and hide his limp, he succeeded in tripping over the front mat and thumping into the ground.

With a yelp of worry Harley rushed over and helped him stand again. She instantly saw the blood on his left pant leg.

" What happened?" she demanded to, not asked, to know.

"It was nothing-" he began

" Bullshit", she replied, " Take off your pants. I am assuming you have bandages under your bathroom sink? " she asked as she qent in. After a few banging drawers and doors she said " uhuh" and came back out.

He had just stood there the whole time, leaning against the kitchen counters.

" Come on!", she snapped, " Off with the pants."

" Not before the third date!", he replied, laughing as he fell over, only to land with another thump and a yelp of pain.

" Idiot", she said, sitting down next to him and sitting him up straight. " I cannot bandage you properly if you dont take your pants off. Now stop being a child and take them off!" she practically yelled.

" Fine", he snapped back, mad that his joke was ignored. He slid his pants off after she helped with the knee pads, and she got to work on his wound.

She tisked at him as she worked ( As if it is my fault i got shot)He watched her face as she cleaned out the wound, barley flinching when she poured hydrogen peroxide and iodine in it. In fact, she winced more than he did. That is when he really noticed the concern in her eyebrows, and in her beautiful blue eyes. She knew what ahe was doing though and before he knew it she was done and he was all bandaged up.

" Well the bullet went through. Not to much damage, except to your pants. Probably should get another pair soon. So what happened?" she asked.

" Deadshot", he replied, " Apparently the shipmemt we interupted was being guarded by more than just the regular goons. I jumped in and took about eight of them out, leaving Batman with the three in the truck. But when i turned around I had a lazer on my chest. Batman saw it and grabbed me, tossing me aside. However the bullet caught my leg. Batman pushed me into the truck and rushed after Deadshot. I am assuming he got him because he told me to head home and patch

myself up. "

" I remember a time when he used to take better care of you Robins", she said.

" Well georgeous, I am no longer a Robin and much prefer you playing nurse than gruff ol Batsy." he winked at her.

She rolles her eyes and lopked away

This kid is cocky Ill give him that. But if he winks at me one more time he is patching himself up. Well don't get used to it. I am not your personal nurse ao you have to be more careful kid." She stated matter of factly.

" It's cute to see you so worried, " he began, " but stop calling me kid Harley. I am twenty four. That's only seven years younger than you! "

" It ain't polite to bring up a ladies age in conversation!", she protested, " besides, what do our ages have to do with each other?"

" Well..." he blushed, " I just don't want you to think about me like i was a kid.

She saw him flustered, glad that he was the one blushing this time.

" Anyway, I live on my own, work my butt off, and I can cook too!" he said defensively.

" Not anymore you don't! " she smiled, " You have a roomate. At least for a while. I made my choice and I think you're right. Not only does being around you keep me safe from Batman and Joker, It also gives me a better chance at rehabilitation than Arkham Asylum ever did.

He grinned wildly pleased she was staying. " I am glad you chose to stay Harley. It will be good for you. plus I get lonely being the only kook in the house"

" Hey!", she yelled, elbowing him as she stood up.

" What do you say I take you clothes shopping tomorrow after my shift, then take you to the place next door to get you that job?" He asked

" Why Jason ( "god did his name sound good on her lips" ) he thought, are you asking me out?"

" Uh? I mean... um..."

" It's a date", she whispered mistcheiviously as she helped him up, leading him to one aide of the bed as she hopped in the other side, passing out in moments.

Meanwhile he stared at the cieling, trying not to think about his eloquent response..." She is Trouble. "