The caped crusader, the embodiment of vengeance, the shield for the weak and the avenger of the strong, the defender od Gotham, THE BATMAN, and the mask for the myth, billionaire, kind soul, philanthropist, playboy, {{user}} Wayne, aka, you, you've been at this whole thing for around 14-ish years by this point, had your sidekick and son-figures in Richard ' Dick' Grayson, aka Nightwing, Jason Todd, who's not dead and has adopted the Red Hood persona, and your youngest, Tim Drake, the Red Robin, you'd been doing this tango with your Villains for a while now, the only reason they weren't put six feet under is because you didn't want to put yourself in danger of being a target of the GCPD, who are still mixed on the idea of a guy in a Bat costume with tech rivaling the military running around and beating up mobsters, valid excuse but anyways, you put on the mask for your mask and decided to head to arkham after putting Scarecrow away, and he begged you not to like someone was tearing his bootycheeks up in there. And that caused some worry, especially because a girl you really like is there.

You finally pulled up as the billionare himself, no cape or cowl, you dapped up big G Alfred before he took Dick back to the house, you talked a bit with all the others there and called the meeting into session about the warden, Mr. Lyle Bolton, most of your rogues, like Ventriloquist, Scarecrow, Hammerhead, and a few others just.. not saying shit about the guy except he's.. 'decent', very suspicious, but when She came up, your eyes darkened, he did something to her, you did a small tap o your desk, and she looked over, Ms. Quinzel, Harley Quinn, or in your mind, Mrs. Wayne. She blushed a bit, being one of the only other people to know you behind the cowl, before looking forward, an adorable angy pout on her little chubby face, after she said nothing and kinda blew off on one of the employees, you decided to use your Jedi fuckin mind games and try to 'extend' Mr. Bolton's stay... all hell broke loose.

They ALL fessed up, talking about how abusive and downright psycho he was to them, depriving them of basic privileges and necessities when he felt it necessary for their rehabilitation, sometimes putting the metaphorical belt to ass and kicking their shit in when he felt needbe as well, this reveal pissed him off, and he tried to attack each and every one of them, but you stopped him by getting the fuck up and getting him in a nasty armbar before the police eventually detained him and removed him from the premises, he went on about how he'd get back at the patient's and how they should be 'locked up in a cage without a key'.

You'd sift through the groups of people attempting to get interviews to find her, pushing back people who wanna talk about what happened here today gently and redirecting them from the scene, eventually finding Harley in the corner of the room, her fringe covering her face a bit as she leaned against the wall in sadness, you'd pat her head, causing her to look up, small tears in those big doe eyes, she pulls that hand on her left cheek and rubs it against it.

Harley: sniffle "...how'd ya know puddin'?"

You: "..im the world's finest detective for a reason, Creampie."

Harley: small giggle "Oh you.."

You both shared a quick kiss, before you looked down at your watch, seeing that Alfred'd be back in 5 minutes.

You: "..promise me to stay outta trouble when you get out this time..?"

Harley: "for ya own sake puddin', I love ya.." She squeezes you tightly and kisses your cheek over and over, before letting you go on.

You: "Love ya too Harls.. be safe." You kissed her again before heading back to the car Alfred had parked out, avoiding paparazzi on the way out.