Nightwing

Harley and Tim sat on the couch, both unable to look at each other, or at the intruder who had so rudely interrupted them. Nightwing was stood just as still as the other two, his expression impossible to read.

After what seemed like forever, but was in actuality only a few moments, Tim cleared his throat and said: "Well?"

That one word seemed to bring everyone back to reality. Harley slowly stood, she was back in her jester costume, fully clothed. "I... Uh... I think I should go." She said, and slowly began to make for the door. She only stopped when Dick put up his arm to block her path. "I don't think so, clown." He said, bringing his arm forwards, pushing her back into the couch.

Harley plopped back down next to Tim and the pair stared up at the first Robin, neither knowing what was going on in that head of his.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do." Dick said, speaking directly to Tim, ignoring the fact that Harley was sat next to him. "We bring her back to Arkham, we tell Bats that you've been in a heated fight with her, your coms got destroyed, that's why you haven't called for back up. Then we have--"

Dick was interrupted by Tim quickly standing up and loudly proclaiming. "NO!"

Dick was stunned into silence, but that only lasted for a second. "No?" He repeated, bemused.

"Yes; No." Tim countered, Harley stayed sat on the couch, her large blue eyes staring up at her new lover.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Dick asked, slowly, trying to contain his anger.

"I mean, I'm not letting her go back to that... that... That Hellhole." Tim argued, to which Harley let out a half-laugh-half-sigh-of-relief. "Ha... Really?" She asked, smiling brightly up at him, before joining him at his side, both staring defiantly at Nightwing.

Dick looked from one to the other, mouth hung open. "Tim... Could I talk to you for a minute... Alone. Please." He said, giving Harley a side eye.

Tim shook his head. "No, you may not."

Dick growled and shook his head. "Fine. You know she's insane right? Like, certifiably insane!"

Tim returned the growl, moving forward so he was squared up to the hero in front of him, who still stood about two inches taller than Tim. "Don't talk about her like that!" Tim warned.

Dick laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Are you serious? You're defending her honor? When did this even happen, HOW did this even happen?!" Nightwing demanded to know.

"Last night!" Harley interjected. "Birdy here found me alone in the street... And he saved me." She told Nightwing, nestling her head into Red Robin's shoulder.

Again Nightwing stared in stunned silence. "LAST. NIGHT?" He shouted suddenly. "You're defending, a psychotic, killer, over a one night-fucking-stand!?!?" Nightwing bellowed.

Then something very strange happened, at least, Nightwing thought it strange. All-of-a-sudden Nightwing found himself on the floor, his ears ringing, and his cheek having the overwhelming feeling like it'd just been punched by a freight train.

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" Tim shouted out, standing over Nightwing, anger coursing through his veins. "BIRDY!" Harley shouted out, grabbing Tim's arm and pulling him back. "We're really very sorry, Mista Nightwing, we're workin' on how to deal with this whole thing... Please don't tell B-Man!" She said, as she dragged Tim out the door.

The odd couple lept from roof-top to roof-top, putting as much distance between them and the Monarch theater as they could. Till finally they stopped on the roof of an old apartment building. "Okay... Okay.... Oh boy..." Harley panted as they came to a halt. Tim was growling, and cursing wildly, he kicked a small pipe that was stick out of the roof, bending it slightly. "Motherfucker!" He shouted out, sitting down on the edge of the building, holding his foot.

"You okay, bird-brain?" Harley asked, taking a step towards him.

Tim's brain was in overdrive, on one hand, he was furious at Dick for what he said, for even insinuating that the woman who was standing before him could ever be even considered a suspect in any sort of heinous, or villainous act... But on the other hand, the woman before him had 100% been in many, many, villainous and heinous acts of violent crime.

"NO!" Tim finally shouted. "I'm fucked! What the fuck is wrong with me!? You... You're fucking Harley Goddamn Quinn! What the shit am I doing?!"

Harley crouched down in front of Tim, grabbing the boot he was clutching, the one he'd used to kick the pipe in, and slowly slid it off his foot. "Right now?" She asked. "Shouting."

He stopped, his eyes glued to her, a trace of a smile becoming dangerously close to appearing on his face.

Harley took his now bare foot and looked at it, a few of the toes were red from the kick, but nothing too bad. She kissed the tip of his toe, her eyes moving up to catch his. "All better now, mommy made it all better." She told him with a wink, putting the boot back on his foot. "Thanks." Tim retorted, tone deafly. "I feel much better." The sarcasm dripped off every syllable.

"What're we gonna do Harls?" He asked, looking out on the horizon. "Not so sure I'm gonna be able to go back to the Bat family after Dick tells them what happened."

Harley nodded. "I've got an idea!" She said, suddenly bouncing up and grabbing his hands. "C'mon B-for-brains. Time to go see one of my B.F.F.s!"