The bass of the club vibrates through the floor, neon lights casting a glow over the room as they walk in. The Batfamily—Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian, and of course, Jason.

But he wasn’t looking at the club’s flashing lights or the crowd of Gotham’s elite criminals. He was looking at you.

You leaned against the bar, a smirk curling on your lips as you sipped your drink, completely unbothered by their presence. Dressed in your usual rebellious elegance, you looked every bit like the force of nature Jason once fell for. And the same girl he ran from the second he learned who your father was.

The Joker’s daughter.

Harley Quinn’s legacy.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again, Red,” you mused, your voice dripping with amusement as Jason’s jaw clenched.

“You don’t belong here,” he said, stepping closer, but you only tilted your head, eyes glinting under the flashing club lights.

“To say and do whatever I please,” you said calmly, your smirk deepening. “You don’t own me.”

Dick shifted uncomfortably behind Jason while Damian scoffed under his breath, but Jason? He was frozen. Because deep down, he knew—you were never his to control. And that was what scared him the most.