Bruce wakes up to find he's not alone in bed.

Slowly stirring awake and shielding his eyes from the morning sun cutting its way through the open window of his bedroom, Bruce groaned, his head spinning like he had just come out of a hangover. Looking up at the high ceiling of his master bedroom, the man lazily brought his arm up to cover his eyes. He couldn’t remember what happened last night, most if not all of it was a blur after he looked up at the moon. Too many questions stirred in his head; how did he black out? Was he caught off guard? How did he get back? Right now, he had too many questions and NO answers to draw from, he would have dwelled on it further… Until he felt another body in his bed roll over and drape herself over his chest, looking down he found a woman in bed with him tangled up in his bed sheets, her face nuzzled into his chest and her arm holding him more tightly as she moaned softly from being stirred. Her skin was almost albino white and her finger nails had evidence of being painted but were faded, with the paint chipped and worn away. But what stood out most about the stranger holding him tightly like a pillow was that her platinum blonde hair was dyed black on one side and red on the other.

“Harley Quinn?!”

Nuzzling his chest harder and moaning in disappointment, Harley waved her hand idly before giving a sleepy answer back. “Hmm, five more minutes Mista Jay…”

Instantly taking the situation seriously, Bruce looked around the bedroom, being careful not to disturb the psychotic woman. There were no possessions in the room that belonged to her, and from the warmth he felt coming off her body to his he found that they were both naked underneath the sheets. How did SHE get in here? And where were her cloths? He didn’t spot any on the floor, they may have been left outside, but that still didn’t explain how she got inside the mansion or how she ended up in bed with him with NO memory of how they got there. Suddenly she stirred again, sitting up and pulling the blankets up to cover her chest while her free hand scratched at her hair. Slowly blinking her eyes open, Harley looked around with some confusion. “Never crashed in a place THIS swanky before… Must be someone…” Looking down, her eyes widened when she finally realised who’s bed she was in. “Rich!” Instantly pulling back away from the bed and falling off the edge with the blanket in her hand, Harley Quinn scrambled to her feet and pressed her back against the wall, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon and grabbing a table lamp like it was a club. “SO! The local playboy rich kid thinks he can take Harley for a ride now that Mistah Jay is outta the picture? Think again Bucko!”

Pulling himself free of the tangled bedsheets and wrapping one around his waist, Bruce tried to calm the woman down, while at the same time get a better look around the room. There still weren’t any cloths on the floor he could spot, and they only thing left suspicious was the open window leading to the balcony. “Miss Harley… I”

“DOCTOR Harley! I didn’t spend 2 months on an online course for criminal psychology to be called MISS thank you very much!” Raising the lamp higher, the woman tossed the lamp right at Bruce, missing his head by just a few inches when he ducked and rushed to stop her from grabbing something else as a weapon. Catching her just when she was about to through something else expensive, Bruce had her pinned to the wall and grabbed both of her wrists to keep her from trying to attack him. Struggling in his grip and breathing hard, Harley sneered up at the man while he tried to calm her down. “DOCTOR Quinn, I don’t know what happened to us, I can’t even remember anything about last night.”

“Maybe you aughtta lay off the booze rich boy.” Kicking Bruce in the side with her leg, the man recoiled, dropping the blanket before managing to right himself and keep her from escaping when he lost his focus. Staring hotly back into his eyes, Harley sneered, the two of them were breathing hard and completely unaware they were inching closer to each other until they were pressed up close enough that their noses touched. When that happened, it sent a spark through them, and then out of nowhere, Harley leaned up and kissed Bruce hard on the lips. Almost like they were on autopilot, Bruce and Harley began feeling into the kiss, feeling each other’s bodies while Bruce kept her pinned against the wall. Ignoring the blanket after it slipped off her naked body, Harley wrapped her arms and legs around the man once he let her go and started feeling up her back and rear. Lining himself up after his erection started to throb between Harley’s legs, Bruce thrust deeply into her, wincing with a grunt when she tightened her grip around his waist and nearly dug her ails into his back.

It was like an animal attraction, not a word was shared between the two while Bruce held her up and thrust into her pussy again and again, her moans only making him drive deeper, like he was being coaxed. On the rare moments they made eye contact, it only led to making out again. Their affection almost wild until Bruce reached his limit and tensed up, firing off inside of her and making Harley moan out loud before biting Bruce on the shoulder. Unphased by the act, Bruce and Harley stared into each other’s eyes, not even saying a word yet when their noses touched again, Harley slowly pulled herself free of Bruce before turning around and looked over her shoulder, a hungry look in her eyes followed by her licking her ruby red lips. Without hesitation, Bruce entered her again. Biting her lip, Harley moaned and leaned back, nuzzling into Bruce’s neck and shoulder while she was taken from behind, his strong hands gripping her hips for support while her own hands gripped at the wall, her full breasts wobbling with each thrust.

Time blurred for the pair, there was no telling how long they continued to get tangled up in each other, lost in a haze of instinct and passion. It wasn’t until Bruce tensed up for the last time and erupted another load into a screaming Harley that he slumped back and realised he was on the floor, his back feeling the cold surface of his wood flooring while Harley quinn straddled him and nearly collapsed onto his chest. Sweaty and panting, the woman had a dopey smile that never left her lips, her hands kneading at Bruce’s chest like a purring cat while she regained her strength and wits.

“So… THAT’s why the ladies keep comin to yer door.” The woman chuckled, combing her hand through her sweat slick hair. Blinking sleepily and trying to get up, a giggling Harley pressed her hand at his chest to pin him back down. “I like you right where you are handsome.” **** to look up at the alabaster woman, he found himself focusing on her red and black hair. No longer bound in pig tails, Harley’s wild long hair draped over her shoulders and clung to her arms and the sides of her breasts. “Congrats big guy, I’ve decided not to kill ya.” Picking up a polished gold statuette in her hand, Harley gave a look over, scratching her chin with her hand looking deep in thought. “This looks expensive… Mind if I take it?” Before he could answer, Harley knocked him out with the statue like a club.

Stirring awake a second time in the day, Bruce looked around to find Harley Quinn gone, along with a bed sheet, his father’s golden award for hospital service… And the bite mark on his shoulder.