The End of Red Robin

"Oh God! What did I do?! What... Christ..." Tim shouted as he paced back and forth while Harley sat, cross legged, on the floor, slowly scooping the spunk from her cheek, and licking her fingers as she watched Tim's panic.

"Jesus... What are... What *we* doing? We can't be doing this! This isn't right! You... You're still a criminal! You... *Christ.* I helped you rob a bank! I kept Batman locked up in the Batcave!" He shouted, his eyes wide with horror at the realization of what he had been doing. "Oh come on, Birdy, you liked it... Stop being such an ol' worrywart!" Harley exclaimed. "It ain't like I'm gonna hurt Brucie... Imma just kill him! But you know... Hurtlessly." She said, shrugging her shoulders and flashing him a killer grin.

Tim stood still, staring at her for a minute, before he couldn't help but smirk, the corners of his lips twitching slightly, a soft, low, throaty chuckle caught in his throat before he let out a howl of laughter, shaking his head, and wiping a tear from his eye as Harley stood and moved to him, running her hand across his cheek. "C'mon Birdy... Mama Harley needs ta show ya how ta live life ta the fullest!" She said, her eyes wide with wonder as she kissed Tim's lips lovingly, pulling him close to her as he fell into her arms, holding her against him while she held him.

They embraced one another as they kissed, before Harley pushed Tim back, and brought her finger to his nose, booping him lightly before winking. "Mmmm, put on ya' best suit, Birdy, Harley and Timmy are gonna go on a date!" She said, her eyes flashing Tim a broad smile.

Tim pulled on his mask, and pulled his cape around his neck as he turned to Harley, offering her his arm, smiling widely as he looked into her eyes. "Shall we, Ms. Quinzel?" He said, with a mock, high class British accent, and she threw her head back as she laughed, pulling her lips to his and kissing him softly before letting her arm drape over his, leading him to the ladder.

They both climbed up to the roof of Tim's lair, where Harley moved back towards the edge of the building. "Mmmm, well Birdy... Any guesses where we're goin'?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, her hands clasped behind her back, her body slowly and rhythmically swaying side to side. "No idea." He said, she laughed out, and shook her head. "Silly Bird Brain, I thought you was supposed to be the great detective?" She asked, laughing as she nodded to him. "Just follow ol' Harley, and try to keep uuuuuppppp!" She declared, in a sing song voice...

She turned and began to run across the rooftops, jumping from one to the next like a cat would jump from a couch to a table.

The pair of them ran across the roofs, heading to... Wherever it was that Harley was leading them...

Tim was enjoying the run... It was... nice... Relaxing... And a lot less stressful than when he was **** to do it while avoiding gunfire, and people trying to beat him with lead pipes or baseball bats.

His mind began to drift, as the couple ran from rooftop to rooftop, and he let it, enjoying the feeling of running across the roofs, feeling the wind as it swirled around him, billowing his cape, the air pushing against his form as they made their way to Harley's destination...

They ran for quite some time, until they arrived, a few buildings from....

Ace Chemical.

Tim and Harley stopped at the edge of the park, both leaning over, gasping for air, laughing as they caught their breath. "Well... That was fun, Hunh?" She said, smiling at him as she stood straight, brushing her hair out of her face. "Uh, Harley what... What are we..." Tim began, but Harley waved him off. "C'mon! We gotta go insiddeeee... Deep... Deep inside... Get right up in there ya' know, we'll have to use the backdoor... It's my favorite entrance!" Harley said, turning her head and smiled... "What?" She asked, at the silence that followed.

"Harley... Why are we here?" He asked, she moved to him and turned his face towards her, gently running her fingers across his cowl, looking into his eyes, holding his face in her hands.

"Because I want to... I.... I want to..." She began, before correcting herself. "I think you deserve ta know the truth about me and ol' Mistuh J." She said, and he opened his mouth to speak, but she continued before he could interrupt her. "I ain't just an old psych ward psycho with daddy issues... I'm a lot more than that. Just like you Birdy, we both have more to us than our appearances suggest." She said, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek, before she looked back at the chemical plant. "Neither of us belong wit' who we got now... Mistuh J... B-Man... They don't deserve us... All they want is each other, and this damn city." She turned her head to look back at him, smiling widely. "So we're gonna burn Gotham down."

...........

Tim felt his nerves gripping him as Harley lead him through the old chemical building. They were moving across a catwalk, that overlooked several large vats of some glowing green liquid... This was where Joker was... Created. Where Harley was too...

Tim began to realize just why they were there, as Harley turned her head to look at him. "Birdy... You love me, don'tcha?" She asked, he opened his mouth, his intention was to say "Not this much." or "Harley, I'm not going to do this..." But, he just slowly nodded his head and whispered. "*Yes*"

She smiled and moved to him, placing a hand on his chest, pushing him back against the railing of the catwalk. "Prove it." She said, simply. "Fly Birdy... Fly."