Long Chapter: Birth of Bat--Woman? Misses B? Latex Bat?

There was no thought of sleep or rest in the cave for the time being. After the stormy kiss Harley had already disappeared and went on a reconnaissance trip. Bruce, however, wrote a mail to his masters, in which he wrote down all the new information. Only after that he wrote a text for the members of the family that he had found Harley shortly after she had killed Scarecrow. In addition, he wrote that he had taken her with him into the cave, for the time being.

Nothing came from Barbara at first, but Dick, of course, began to question the matter. Funnily enough, however, it was not to learn what he was up to, but directly that Bruce should not be too hard on Harley. Astonished, Bruce read a long text about how it was a chance for Hurley and that there was still hope for her.

-This is going better than expected, - Bruce thought to himself, still playing the skeptic a bit, although it was going directly in the direction he had hoped.

Shortly after, he started a similar conversation with Clark and Diana. Both were irredeemable optimists, and Diana in particular wanted to give Harley another chance, since she had been a victim of a man.

However, all three agreed that she should not be trusted. But when Bruce mentioned that Harley had known who Batman was for years, even Clark had to admit that it made no difference now. Of course, they knew that he would reveal their identities.

Then, when he went to check on her after the talks, he found her lying in the clutches of the T-Rex, wrapped in one of his capes, fast asleep. The day had simply been too long and too much for her, but he too was beginning to notice a growing tiredness, so he withdrew and left everything else to Alfred. He would take good care of them.

When Bruce woke up the next afternoon, he still had no real answer. Only a short info, consisting of six words.

Don't trust her. Otherwise, good job

According to this short answer, it was clear to Bruce that his masters did not trust Harley enough to involve her. Fortunately, it was easy for him to keep up the charade. And so it happened that Bruce arrived at the cave as usual. Harley sat on one of the bridges and looked up at him. She seemed a bit helpless and abandoned. But before he could say anything, Alfred stepped past him and put a fluffy blanket over her shoulder, which he had had on his arm until then.

Only then did he reach for the two cups on the silver tray.

"I hope you won't adopt Master Wayne's unpleasant habit of always staying down here. Wayne Manor has ample beds, Miss Quinzel," he said kindly.

Harley looked up at Alfred with wide eyes and then at the warm blanket on her shoulder. Insecurely, she reached for the blanket and pulled it over her body. As soon as she did, there was suddenly a cup of cocoa that he held out to her.

"I hope you like cocoa. If they'd rather have something else, I'd be happy to bring it to you."

But what Alfred and Bruce saw now, reflected in her face, touched even Bruce.

Tears.

With moist eyes, Harley looked up at Alfred and began to reach for the cocoa with watery eyes.

"Thank you!" she stammered, sniffling, and Alfred imperceptibly poked Bruce in the side, but he just stood there stubbornly.

"That's all right, Mister A. That's not his strong suit... Oh... Mr... Pennyworth?" she said as she seemed to look inside the cup for enlightenment. However, she had probably noticed that. On top of that, Bruce noticed that he was the only one she didn't want to call that.

"Please. Call me Alfred. I would be honored. I'm afraid not, Miss Quinzel. However, Master Wayne does have something of a heart. He just shows it less often." replied Alfred encouragingly.

Harley wiped away her tears and took a big sip of cocoa and beamed at him, "Yes. Thank you, Mister Alfred. The cocoa is very tasty!"

Bruce then walked towards his computer and let Alfred do the talking. It didn't take long, however, for Harley to swing onto his lap and wrap her arms around him.

"Hey, Mister B. What are you doing right now?" she asked, looking bored. Bruce was well aware that.

clear that Harley was a genius when it came to psychology but had limited knowledge when it came to computers. After his masters informed him that they didn't trust Harley, he had thrown out many of his plans for her and had come up with new ones again.

"I'm not sure you'd understand, but since you're going to be living here, I think it's fair that you learn more about my world," Bruce said, not reacting to the latex-clad sexpot sitting on his lap. But before I start, I want to know if you know who my allies are too?"

"Sweet Robin, now hot Nightwing, is Dick Grayson, of course. You adopted him and trained him. I would guess that you intended to spare him from ending up like you once did, mmm?" she said, putting a finger to her lips. "Whose Batgirl...I'll have to pass." she admitted.

"I see. Then I'll ask her if she's okay with it." said Bruce before activating the radio. "Hey Bat Girl. As for Dick stating, she already knew. You, however, are an unknown. Do you want to keep it that way?" asked?

he, but instead of an answer, the screen came on and Barbara looked at the camera.

From there she grinned down at the two. Harley looking like that on Bruce's lap was a promising sight for the voyeuristic woman. She couldn't wait to watch as she got fucked by Bruce.

"It's okay. If you trust her, then I do too. Hey, Harley. Are you comfortable?" she asked with a grin.

" Nah. Too much clothing and he's not hard at all. Totally uncomfortable." sighed Harley, rolling her eyes. She just wanted to create a little chaos with her statement, but she didn't succeed this time.

" Yeah. Too bad. Would certainly be a more interesting sight." Barbara countered, grinning broadly, and managed to silence Harley for a second, but Harley was grinning much more interested now. At the same time, she looked curiously back and forth between the two. "I'm all ears!"

" She's just kidding." grumbled Bruce but the brainwashing of Barbara was pretty good and pretty deep in her mind. That's exactly why Barbara wasn't letting up now. She wanted to record more videos of Bruce fucking women. The thought of him fucking a rogue like Harley made her horny almost immediately. Besides, she had been doing nothing but spying on people for days or hacking their computers to find out dirt on them. A nice fuck orgy was just what she needed right now....

" But of course, Bruce. Now of course I don't think anything dirty when I see a hot woman in skin-tight latex sitting there on your lap. But maybe that's just my voyeuristic side!" she grinned broadly and winked at Harley.

"Oh?" asked Harley with an upward brow before she gave Bruce a kiss on the cheek "Listen, Mister B. She doesn't mind if you act out your repressed desires on me. I don't mind her watching either. So... Just to be on the safe side. I'm an evil villain. I think it would be better if someone kept an eye on us. I don't want to end up freaking out! Sooo, are you going to grab me right here or is there like a Bat-bed?" bit immediately and nodded eagerly.

"I think that's an excellent idea, Bruce. I'm sure she's dangerous."

"Have a great day, Barbara!" grinned Bruce, ending the call, much to Harley's chagrin.

"Hey. It was just getting interesting!" she grumbled as Bruce looked at her.

"Listen Harley. There are things you don't know yet, even though I'm sure you know a lot about me. And also, things that no one, or rather not everyone, knows about me." he said quietly.

"But Barbara does?" probed Harley. "You two got something going on?"

"Not like you think now. We're not having sex, but as she so freely revealed, she's a voyeur and on top of that she's been tweaking my security systems. She sees and hears everything in this house."

"And she caught you as having sex with one of your models?"

"And who did she catch you with then?"

"With Dick's girlfriend." he said, pretending to her that this statement was difficult for him. "I hope my trust in you isn't betrayed. I can trust you, can't I Harley?"

Immediately Harley swung her leg over the back of the chair so that she was now sitting wide legged on his lap with her arms around his neck. Then she looked at him as innocently as possible.

"My dear Mr. Wayne. I'm afraid that some gaps have appeared in her profile. I'm afraid I'm going to have to schedule more sessions to address those gaps."

"Doctor's orders?" asked Bruce with a grin. He liked the development. Surely, he would be able to use Harley without explaining everything to her.

"Absolutely!" she grinned, but then she had to get off him as he stood up.

"Sorry, but I have to go to town now. And you're going to stay here. Please get some rest first. If you need anything, Alfred will help you."

With these words he left her standing there and went on his way to the city. It was not until the evening that the information became known that Harley Quinn had escaped from the cell. Immediately the wildest rumors were spread that Batman might have been mistaken.

However, the police immediately denied the rumors that the Joker's body had disappeared. But no one in the city did not believe that the Joker was really gone. That Harley was now also still free strengthened this fear only.

Now and then, Bruce inquired with Alfred about Harley, but this had spent a large part of the day in bed or the bath. Around noon he left the company and let himself be beamed to the station. No sooner had that arrived than Diana appeared before him and smiled.

"How are you?" she asked gently. Apparently, the subject of plans was no longer a matter for the Amazon.

" So-so. Change isn't always easy in Gotham." he said as he walked through the station at her side.

"How are things going with Harley? Was she still around this morning?"

"Just in trouble with Alfred so far." he said curtly. Not because he didn't want to talk about her, but because it was just his way. But as soon as he mentioned Alfred and problems, her face darkened.

"I'll kill her if she's done anything to Alfred. How is he?" Bruce stopped short and looked to the fury at his side.

"I didn't know Alfred meant so much to you?" he said in amazement.

"Alfred is one of the few men even my mother appreciates. So yes. He's very important to me. WHAT DID SHE DO?" she growled in anger.

"She tried to help him with the dishes." replied Bruce, unimpressed, and that Batman, the embodiment of seriousness, grinned only made it all the funnier.

Immediately Diana lost the sinister and threatening aura and after a second of confusion she started laughing loudly. So hard that some of the others looked at her in irritation. She laughed so loudly that she held her stomach and wiped away a tear. It took a while before she was able to speak again.

"She didn't...?" she grinned, laughing.

"Yes, she did!"

"In his kitchen?"

"Yes!" replied Bruce seriously.

"Helping with the dishes?"

"Exactly!"

"How is she?"

"She's scared of him now. Calls in Doomsday Alfred."

"Doomsday Alfred!" it burst out of her, leaning against the wall with one hand as she had another fit of laughter. This one was so intense that Superman, Green Lantern and Flash joined in as well.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Barry, confused.

" Harley...wanted Alfred.... Kitchen... help..." Diana pressed out strained with laughter.

"She's not that crazy." marveled Superman.

"Not even Darkseid would bother Alfred in his kitchen." Barry laughed in amusement.

Batman just stood surrounded by his friends who were having the time of their lives. A rock of calm he was and folded his arms. " Are you guys ready? Otherwise, I'll send Alfred after you," Bruce threatened sternly. For a second everyone was silent only to laugh even louder. Superman slapped him on the shoulder and Bruce staggered against a wall. "Ow!" he said quietly, then walked toward the office.

Even when the others followed after a few minutes, they were still smirking, which he observed with a grim look.

"I've got some work to do, so if you guys would cut back on the jokes and get down to business more, I'd appreciate it. Without the Joker, his gangs will be roaming the streets." He said seriously, at least managing to get her refocused.

"Okay. We'll stop already. Here's what we're talking about. The funding for the station costs..."

"Are taken care of." Said Bruce, without making a face. He didn't want to drag this out unnecessarily.

"Bruce. We really appreciate it, but the cost is not..."

"Important! I hate to repeat myself." He interrupted Cyborg, who had taken the hint and nodded.

"Okay. The funding is done. Next item. There was another attempt to get the space station data. We don't have any information on the perpetrators yet."

Amanda Blake Waller. Age 45, born in Florida. Under the direct command of the government agency for meta-beings, heads an organization for the monitoring and control of meta-beings. She is married and has more children than her work schedule should allow. At the moment she is in the process of setting up a group that I don't know that much about yet. The name Cadmus has come up several times in the process. She is an opponent of the JLA and groups like us." Said Bruce calmly, and Cyborg threw some of his leaves in the air.

"This is really no fun with you Bruce. In fact, what is it that you don't know?"

Everyone looked at Bruce, hoping some stupid line would come or something, but he just sat and looked up at him without saying a word. After a time of staring, a contest between the two of them, Cyborg then looked away and cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"Have you still not learned? Don't get into a stare-down with Batman. Can't win that one. So... Bruce? I take it you're on this. How seriously do we have to take this Waller?" asked Aqua-Man seriously, folding his hands in front of him and leaning his chin on them. Seriously, he looked at Batman, waiting for an answer.

"She is more dangerous than Lex Luthor." Said Batman very seriously, which meant a lot to him. The members quickly realized that Bruce had chosen these words wisely and he was not exaggerating. The voice that followed spoke volumes for how seriously they took his warning.

"I suggest we beef up security and keep an eye on them. I don't suppose you know where to find them, do you?" asked Diana seriously but to everyone's amazement he shook his head.

"Sorry. I don't have any information on that yet. I'm afraid I don't know where they operate from yet. However, I have heard of some kind of black-ops team that is coordinated by her. It is called the Suicide Squad. I don't know anything more there yet either." Admitted Bruce, nodding slowly to indicate how seriously he was taking this.

"I've heard of them, though." Aqua-Man said and was sure to get everyone's attention. It was rare that someone knew more than Batman.

"A week ago, Atlantis was invaded by this team. They got past the guards and managed to get into the treasury."

"Really? Who would be able to do that? There's hardly anyone who even knows where Atlantis is." Asked Green Lantern.

"The squad was led by my brother Orm. Actually, he was supposed to be in a maximum-security prison on the upper world. He was quite... determined. We were able to capture one of his companions. King Shark. He is strong, but not very bright. From him we learned that he was sent on this mission by an air-breather. In exchange, they implanted a bomb in his cerebellum...doesn't sound very friendly."

"You mean... they send super villains to do their dirty work?" asked Clark, stunned. "And **** them to do so with bombs?"

"What did they steal?" Diana asked anxiously, since she was probably the only one who could really estimate what powerful artifacts Atlantis had. Inwardly, of course, she hoped it wasn't the Trident of Poseidon, or the Horn of the Sea.

"The Pearl of Poseidon." Aqua-Man said through gritted teeth, and Diana raised a brow in amazement.

"That... isn't as bad as I feared. It's just a simple pearl, right, without any magic or anything?" She said hastily, relieved, but immediately it burst out of Aqua-Man.

"WHAT, it's the pearl of Poseidon! I'm going to bulldoze the whole upper world to get it back! If I have to raze those Wallers and their whole organization to the ground to do it!" he said angrily, hastily pounding on the table. All could see that he was deadly serious about this threat. He was an impulsive guy, but this was extremely important to him.

"Okay. So, this is going to be one thing we have to keep an eye on." Hal tried to reassure him. "Bruce. If you have any new info, would you keep us posted on that? And maybe send Barbara up? She could help us out as far as security goes."

"I would, however, in this case I don't think Barbara is the best choice." When he got questioning looks, he continued. "Barbara is a genius when it comes to computers, I would almost rate her at even better than Cyborg. No offense, Cyborg, but you're only able to do that because of your hardware. What she lacks in hardware, she makes up for in ingenuity."

"Don't feel insulted, more honored that you put so much stock in my abilities. I'm well aware of her abilities. What do you suggest?" the hybrid admitted.

"Clark. Couldn't you give her a crash course in Kryptonian security systems? If she combines your technology with her knowledge...?" asked Bruce towards Clark who thought about it for a moment.

"You know I don't usually share my planet's technology with Earth, but in this case you're right. Even the government would take years to understand how Kryptonian computers work." He said after a short pause. "Do you think she would have time to come with me to the fortress?"

Batman leaned forward and thought for a long time. Thoughtfully, after a pause, he said. "I wonder if I could talk Barbara into tinkering with an alien computer... Mhmmm Mmm?"

Quietly, Barry leaned over to Diana and whispered softly.

"Is he serious now or is that irony? I can never tell with him."

Quietly, she whispered back. "I think.... It's irony. I'm 50% sure!" she admitted with a grin. It took a few seconds for Barry to get the joke and then sighed.

The rest of the topics were then more mundane and concerned the normal running of the team and yet it dragged on for a few more hours. After that, everyone dispersed, and Bruce had achieved what he wanted. That Barbara would get more information about the fortress. That would make many of his ideas much easier if he had access to the technology.

From the station he was taken directly to his home and entered Wayne Manor directly through the main entrance door. Alfred, he found in the kitchen "Good evening, Alfred. Where can I find our guest? I do hope she wasn't too frightened. Oh. Before I forget... What does that mean the Amazon Queen respects you?" he asked curiously.

" I'm sorry, Master Wayne. A gentleman does not spread gossip. You'll have to ask Her Highness for permission, as for your guest. Are you sure this woman is really the woman you've been fighting for the last few years? She seems so different."

"I think she's getting something here that she never had with him. We'll see. So where is she?"

"In her room, of course, She went shopping with me today and she's been busy ever since."

"Oh dear. I'd better get down there and see what she's been up to." sighed Bruce, making his way into his room-. This, of course, meant the cave.

When he got downstairs, he saw her sitting on a wing of the Batwing and from there she dangled her legs while she snipped at something with a pair of scissors. When she noticed him, she hastily pulled everything behind her back.

"Hello Mister B. Back from space already? How is ALF? Is Mister Alfred still mad at me? I... was just trying to help! Be nice!"

"ALF? And no. He's not mad, but the kitchen is his sanctuary?" asks Bruce, irritated. He wasn't even aware of a member of that name.

"Sorry. Apparently, this member is new. Doesn't ring a bell."

"You didn't have a good childhood if you don't even know ALF." she said sadly. Then she jumped down and stood in front of him with her feet bouncing. Still dressed in her outfit. "I didn't break anything, and I was all sweet. Was I a good girl?" she asked, uncertain and hopeful.

Bruce didn't miss the opportunity to take one look at the body of the woman in front of him. She was absolutely flawless physically with perfect tits, a hot ass and long legs.

"So, so. A good girl then? What a shame. So. what are you tinkering with?" he asked quietly, teasingly.

"Oh? that's a surprise. Mister B. May... May I accompany them evening?" she asked meekly. "I'd like to see what it's like on your end sometime. I'll do anything you say, too. No deaths or anything. I'll be sweet as pie! Please, please, please!"

"Fine by me, but you should get some rest. It's always possible that it will be a long and demanding night. Besides, many of Joker's gang will be out for ****. I'm going to go lie down now and catch up on sleep. You should do the same."

" Aye, Aye Mister Batman, Sir!" she saluted and then went to the jet to pack everything.

With her bandolier, she went to the armory, where she must have gone to sleep. Hours later, Bruce woke up on his own when the light of the Bat-Signal shone through the large windows. Immediately he was wide awake and made his way to the cave Alfred was not there yet and after a quick look at the situation he decided not to wake him. It was only the remnants of the Joker gang, who were out for **** as he had suspected.

However, when he got into the car, Batgirl swung herself into the passenger seat. But when he looked closer, he realized that it wasn't Barbara. The suit was not made of his usual special fabric, and it was not black. When he turned on the cockpit lights, he saw that it was more of a very, very deep red. The cape of this suit, on the other hand, was jet black. On the chest was emblazoned a blood red symbol of the but family. The whole suit was a latex suit that had a corsage on it. The high boots completed the outfit. The mask, on the other hand, was a little too big for her.

"Harley. What's that?" he asked in amazement. She looked like a porn version of Bat Girl.

"Oh, I'm coming along Mr. B, of course," she grinned broadly.

"Harley. You're not ready yet. Besides, the suit isn't bulletproof."

"Pf. It looks awesome for that, doesn't it?" she laughed, buckling up. "Well, I'd be ready!"

"It's going to be a long night!" sighed Bruce, driving off. In the city, loose groups engaged in gunfights with other gangs or with the police. But to Batman's amazement, the skirmishes immediately subsided when the Bat-mobile appeared. Harley, on the other hand, kept grumbling because she was getting bored.

When finally, a group had gathered, which felt strong enough to take on Batman, this cheered Harley up only briefly. But just as he was getting out, he activated a security system that prevented her from getting out. He simply ignored her mutterings and grumblings and went to work.

When Bruce returned to the car 30 minutes later, he found the parking lot empty.

"Harley!" he growled, angry and disappointed. Should he have been so wrong? Fortunately, he had a scanner that allowed him to find the car anywhere. Apparently, Harley had parked it only 2km away. As he set off, something that sounded easier than it was, he contacted Gordon, just in case Harley was doing some real nonsense with the car. He didn't think much of guns, but the Tumbler was a military design and therefore armed to the teeth.

"Gordon?" he heard his friend's voice.

"Batman!" he said quietly.

"Ah. Very good work. Does Batgirl have a new outfit?" the police chief asked in complete surprise.

"Batgirl?" asked Batman in surprise, until it dawned on him what he meant. "What did she do?"

"She blew up a warehouse. By the time my guys got there it was all done. They said her outfit seemed different somehow. Anything you want to tell me?"

"Not yet." said Bruce as he heard the familiar roar of his car. With a few commands on his bracelet, he steered the car to his position and waited for it to stop in front of him. As the hatch opened, he could see a wide grinning Harley.

"What was that about?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice calm.

"Well. While you were taking care of the stooges, I was taking out the stock boy. And all the stock."

"I don't quite understand." He admitted.

"Hey, Mr. J may have been nuts, but he also had people to take over his job when it came to equipment."

"And you have those today?" he asked uncertainly.

"Don't worry. Nobody got killed, but I wasn't friendly either. And when I was done, I called the police. Was that right?" she asked hopefully.

"That was... Right, but stupid. What if you had been hurt?"

"Would...that have been bad? I don't understand. I got hurt all the time with Mr. J, too, didn't I? He never cared about that." she said, completely confused.

"I'm not the joker. I don't want anyone to get hurt. That means that I don't allow any solo runs, especially not in clothes like that. Without any protection!" he said more sternly than he meant to. Harley looked at him for a long time and then pulled her knees in front of her chest and sniffled a little.

"Harley. That's not to say I'm mad at you, or not glad you helped me..."

But then he heard her sniffling to wipe away a tear, which didn't go so well through the mask.

"I... You care about me?" she asked, sniffling. It sounded incredulous, yet with a hint of hope.

"Is that so unusual?" was all he asked.

"Yes. I'm just a crazy woman who's been through the worst relationship in human history. I don't matter to anyone. Mr. J was just using me and trying to push his insanity on me." Before Bruce could say anything in response, Barbara's voice rang out from the speakers.

"Don't say that. Bats has a talent for taking care of lost souls like us."

"Oh, hello Bar..." she was about to say before she heard a low growl from Batman.

"Oh geez. Sure, nicknames. Bad Uncle Sam might be listening in." she laughed. "Well, then I want a nickname too. How about Joking Bat? Bat-tester. Oh. Got it. Bat-woman! Or Latex Bat? MH? Isn't he awesome? Or B-Bat! Misses Bat! BATZORILLA!!!!!"

"We'll have to work on that!" said Bruce, not responding to the joke. Is there anything in particular!"

"No boss. I just wanted to inform you that the city is getting quieter. Black Mask's guys cleared Joker's guys out of the way and what was left you two took care of."

"How do you know all this?" asked Harley curiously.

"I have access to all of Gotham from here. Police, fire departments and so on That's how I know stuff like that." Replied Barbara, grinning. "By the way. I like the costume. It's got something!"

"Thank you!" cried Harley overjoyed. "Unfortunately, Mr. B thinks it's quite hideous." she snorted only a second later, however. "He thinks I'm not protected well enough. How boring."

"Well. He's just the way he is. He rarely gets distracted." Barbara laughed.

"Not even from those two?" asked Harley, squeezing her tits as hard as she could. "Yet I'm so proud of my tits! They're not as big as the kitten's, but at least they're not green."

"True." Bruce admitted.

"What now? That they're not green, or not as big?" she asked innocently. "Be honest. I have the best and most beautiful milk sacks after all!" said Harley proudly.

-Get a grip Bruce. Don't think about that picture now-it flashed through his mind. That stupid cow had, without meaning to, conjured up certain images in his mind. But he could not indulge in those sweet fantasies now. His masters did not wish her to know about his slavery. He had to pull himself together and obey. However, it was not so easy to obey this command, when just following orders was so exciting.

So, it came that he needed all his legendary willpower not to let it show. He succeeded more or less well, even if it was only thanks to his loin armor that the slight erection was not visible. And while he struggled not to jerk off immediately, Harley and Barbara talked about nothing but sex. With Harley, this was new. She was more sexual than usual. Then again, maybe that was just his imagination. As for Barbara, this behavior was completely new with her, but at least he was aware of why she was like that. Because of her brainwashing.

Of course, she hoped that Bruce and Harley would fuck just to watch.

"Do you really think Mr. B likes me?" he heard Harley ask now. "Have you actually ...?"

"Slept with him? No. I would never do that either. He's someone I've looked up to for a long time, still do, even though I've noticed how much fun he is to watch."

Harley raised a brow and put a finger to his blood-red lips and was silent for a moment. Not a good sign for Bruce.

That meant she was thinking about something. She tried to remember her abilities as a psychologist. Something had aroused her suspicions. But now it was too late to do anything. It took her a little while to turn off the radio.

"Can I ask you something, Bruce?" she finally asked.

"What is it?" he asked quietly. The last thing he should be doing right now was giving her more food.

"Barbara... I think she's horny for you!" she finally said. This came as such a surprise that he had to grin briefly.

"You're slipping. She has no interest in me at all. She rather uses me to satisfy her needs." he said to lure her on another track. A psychologist was only as good as the info he or she had, after all.

"Which one?" she asked curiously.

"She loves working with computers, is an excellent fighter. However, I was just referring to her voyeuristic streak."

"So, you never had anything?"

"No. She dated Dick once, but it didn't last long. They just weren't a good fit."

"And how do you know she's a voyeur?" she now asked even more curiously.

"I'm Batman!" was all he said, grinning broadly. His answer to everything.

"Okay. Can I test something then?"

Without waiting for an answer, she activated the radio again.

"Hey, Batgirl, can I ask you a question. Do you mind if I bring a box of popcorn and we enjoy the show together?"

"Too bad. I was hoping you'd be the show!" countered Barbara cheekily. "I won't tell Selina either!"

"Selina? You mean pussycat?" cried Harley cheerfully and shrilly. At this, she pulled so hard on his arm that he almost lost control. "You're Selina's cat toy. Well, that's just great. I always wondered when she meant. Hmmm. Is she more of a feral cat or more of a cuddle cat? I'm coming. We want to know everything. Especially how long you can last." she laughed good-humoredly. In the background, Barbara could be heard laughing and Bruce sighing.

"What did I do to deserve this. Two of a kind." he sighed.

"No boss. Just one of the kinds. Den the lady there by your side don't want to watch, she wants to play." said Barbara before he deactivated the radio.

"Hey. It was just getting fun. Menno. You never get to have your fun around here." she grumbled sullenly and crossed her arms.

Therefore, he was finally able to calm down a bit and tried to get his thoughts in order. But he had made his calculation without Barbara. Even if she was clearly more twisted thanks to you brainwashing, but still she was as diligent and dutiful as ever. No sooner had she been muted by Bruce than she sent him a file. Out of sheer boredom, Harley began to read the file. Bruce didn't even notice because she was so quiet.

"And I was briefly irritated if there was something wrong with you," she said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" asked Bruce in irritation, since this came so out of the blue.

"I thought I was totally wrong about your analysis, but these reports show me that you are the paranoid nutcase I thought you were." she laughed quietly.

"Reports?" he inquired, looking to see what she meant. "THEY WEREN'T FOR YOU!"

"I figured they weren't for me," Harley said, amused. "So, you let them spy on your friends too?"

"I do what's necessary." he said sternly.

"And so, it's necessary to find out what certain Link's preferences are?" "The more information I have the better the picture as a whole!"

"I see. So, you really don't trust anyone. Am I really better off with you then than with Mr. J?"

But before he could answer, she started laughing and squealing gleefully.

"Halllloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I'm Harley. I like hyenas, money, and clowns. Also bats, but not mice. They're ew. I'm big on red, money, and fun. I'm pretty gaga and would do anything for the man of my dreams. When it comes to sex, I'm totally into hard, horny sex until you pass out. I love sex in unusual places. In dark caves, or creepy old mansions! But most of all I would like to fuck in a car! Such a really cool car! With a lot of horsepower! What I can do especially well are blowjobs! I could suck a guy's cock so empty that he sees stars! And my tits are perfect for titty fucks! That's what I'm into too! Like any good girl, I am namely in bed a total whore and slut! But no fucking before the 2nd date! That's what my mom always told me... well... not so directly, but anyway! Condoms I do not like at all, by the way, because I love the taste of sperm. Preferably fresh! Lick it also like times from the titties of another woman! I do share also! My dream man should be able to come quietly 10 to 20 times, otherwise it could happen that I have to call little voyeur bat inside to help. I have no problem with spectators, but only if they get their money's worth. My hyenas are great, but I like cats too. Preferably black ones in latex. Mmm. I am very loyal and affectionate. Some would even say I have a dysfunctional relationship with men." she mumbled happily and with her crazy manner she completely upset Bruce. "Hey Bat Baby. Is that enough for the files?"

"That's totally enough Harley." laughed Barbara good-humoredly... "And thanks for turning me on again. So, what was it about? Why did Batman push me away? And promise to get back to me when you test a certain gigolo known all over town as the Lady-killer! I'll send you, my number!"

"Don't worry. I'm afraid he was quite well-behaved!" she sighed with mock sadness.

"Like that, I thought so. I watched him fuck Kori. I'd have been surprised if you'd finished so quickly."

"Bat Girl! Don't you have something else to do?" asked Bruce sternly.

"Mhm? No. It's a quiet night."

"Then why don't you watch the video again? Or better yet. Mr. B let me out with you, and we watch together?" cried Harley exuberantly and amused.

"Watching the video is an excellent idea!" replied Barbara lustfully.... "Boss I'm signing off!"

"Hey. I want to too!" grumbled Harley when she saw that the line was dead. But then she noticed how the man next to her nervously slid back and forth. Grinning, she watched and then leaned over to him.

"You know Mr. B. I was just wondering if all this was making you horny." All this talk seemed to have put her in the mood. Bruce noticed that the moment she started stroking his chest armor with her finger though.

"I think you're into something, Harley!" he said quietly. "We'll be home soon, and you need rest!"

"Boah!" hissed Harley sullenly, giving up for the moment. As Alfred waited on the car ramp, she walked sullenly past him.

"Did you impress Miss Quinzel with your charm again, Master Wayne?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, seeing how bad-tempered she was.

"I'm afraid so, yes. Will you please take care of her. I have more important things to attend to." he replied as he walked past Alfred.

"Of course, Master Wayne."

And so it was that a short time later Alfred knocked on Harley's room and when there was no answer simply entered.

"Hello, Miss Quinzel." he said quietly when he saw the young woman sitting in a corner. There she was crying quietly to herself.

to herself.

Without saying another word, he sat down next to her and took her in his arms. She tried to push him away, even lightly biting his hand, but Alfred wouldn't let go.

"Go away!" she finally whimpered, but he made no move to grant her that wish.

"Master Wayne and the Joker. They are very similar, aren't they?" he finally asked.

"Yes. Two sides of the same coin!" she snorted aloud.

"I've often thought so myself. You know. I'm a bit old and I've lived here in Gotham for a long time, but it wasn't always as bad as it is today. There's always been poverty and ****, but the supervillains came along. You're too young to know this, but in the beginning, Master Wayne was just fighting bank robbers and stuff. It wasn't until time came along that crazy people like..."

"Me?" she asked, snuggling up to him lightly. She liked Alfred for some reason and felt comfortable with him.

"I don't think you're crazy, Misses Quinzel." he smiled, giving her a fatherly smile.

"I'm glad someone is living here in the house with him again, even more so because they might actually be able to help him. More than Master Grayson could."

"Why do you think I could help him?" she asked now, sighing.

"Because, unlike Master Dick, you are an extremely capable psychologist."

Despite her sadness, she began to laugh. "I haven't had a patient visit me in years Alfred."

"Well then it's about time, eh?"

"Does he actually know how lucky he is with you?"

While Alfred and Harley were still talking in the kitchen Bruce had gone to his room. But just when he wanted to have a little rest, he got a new assignment Waller to dead and then the project Steel.