Nope.

As you turned to leave, Harleen grabs your arm. "Wait." You stop, you peer over your shoulder at her curiously.

"Yes?" you asked.

"Would you... Would you join me?" She seemed pretty nervous, as if this were her first date. And that's just what that was like for her, her first real date with someone that cares for her. Despite looking anxious, she looked at you with an embarrassed blush and hopeful eyes. You smile, not sure if it's cute or charming, or somewhere in the middle, so you agreed.

"Sure I will." Harley squealed happily and took you into the bathroom, closing and locking the door for privacy. Harley and Harleen had a meeting of the minds as she stood there with her back to you, seeming shy. "Harley? You ok?" They agreed and worked together as you came upon her hugging herself.

"You know... I never saw Red talk so much about you, so assured to have you again. Or wanting to do good for anyone but herself, her plants." She peeked over her shoulder to see you help her undress. "You must've really made an impact on her. Tell me, Puddin'. Tell me how you did it."

Probably against your better judgment, and being called her Puddin' didn't help either, you told all about the first time you met Ivy: the pheromone **** shipping; the confrontation; and Wonder Woman's lasso. "I had to practice my will to get her to do what I said. Then I worded my next command wrong, and she couldn't have an orgasm. No matter how hard or how often she fingered herself..." Something about your voice getting softer as you tell your story, along with stripping her to her undergarments got Harley breathing a bit raggedly.

"You don't say..." You continue, telling how you corrected your mistake, telling her to never do evil on any level after plowing her once more... "Is that how you did it for me when we first met? Just wind me up and let me go until next time?" She actually slides her panties down to her ankles while slowly gyrating her hips like a belly-dancer. She turns to face you while unclasping her bra before, never once taking her eyes off you and looked dismayed. "What am I to you...?"

"You're my sidekick," you smirked. But you got serious and said, "You're my responsibility, and I'll make sure that you can be a great hero. I like you, Harley." She snuggled up to you, smirking to herself that Harleen's training worked a bit, but Harley/Harleen is no traitor to you, she promised.

"Love you too, boss," she said softly while smirking, and got your hero's top off first. "Well, come on. You shouldn't shower with clothes on. We ain't crazy no more." She still admires the dick that made her a real woman, walking her naked self with yours inside and watched you adjust the water to be nice and warm...