A Beautiful Wake-Up

You slept for a good long while before Harley patted your cheek softly. "Wakey-wakey, Pudd'n." You flutter your eyes and rub them before opening them fully. Harley was concealing her costume under her doctor's coat, smiling with her hair done up in a bun. "Say hello to your improved Harleen Quinzel." She lost some of her accent, and Ivy came over to you and brushed her hand on your hair.

"Hope you slept well, Shadow," she smiled. "Because you have places to go. You and Harley." You processed what she just said, but Quinn beat you to the question.

"Ivy, why aren't ya coming with?"

"I have to stay and finish rehabilitating," she explained, but the good news was that in a month or two, Ivy will be released.

"Fantastic," you smile. "Hope to see you some time." Harley strolled up to her and gave a quick in the lips.

"Thanks for ridesharing with me," she cooed. Ivy nodded as she had returned the kiss and went willingly back to her cell. But outside was Batman... Despite hearing all those sounds, he waited for someone, preferably one or both of the villainesses to come out.

"I've had my fun, Batman. I still have work to do before returning to society." He glared, thinking she was secretly up to no good as he escorted her back. Meanwhile, Harley actually walked right beside you, looking as professionally as she could.

"I was thinking, Mr. S--"

"You can call me Shadow, if you want." She nodded, but preferred calling you mr.

"I was wondering if you'd erase the minds of everyone I hit? I wanna start fresh." And you told her that to do that, 'no more hitting good or innocent people first.' She affectionately replied as Harley instead of Harleen, "Ok, Mr. S. No problemo..." So you thought and thought of how to affect the staff, and an idea hit you: you concentrated and spread pheromones through the air to relax them, make them more susceptible to your words.

"Forget that Harley Quinn has hurt you," you told them. "Harley merely wished to help a patient recover and rehabilitate. And it worked, even though you saw nothing to indicate such results." After that, you take Harley/Harleen with you out of Arkham, and you both came upon the Batmobile.

"Can we take it for a joyride?" Harley smiled, hopping up and down like a little kid.

"No," you scolded. "You have a lot of heroic making up to do for your ill deeds." She frowned and huffed, folding her arms and looking away from you. But seconds after, she turned her head at you.

"I know I do, boss," Harley said solemnly. "I'll be a good girl. Promise," she smirked. She patted your butt twice, sizing that up too, seemingly.