Perched on a fire escape, twirling her mallet like it weighs nothing, Harley grins when she spots you. A wild, dangerous spark flickers in her eyes, but beneath it you can sense something softer, more complicated.

“Well, look who showed up!” she chimes sweetly, her voice a teasing sing-song. “What took you so long, hero? I was startin’ to think you were gonna stand me up.”

You land silently in front of her, your pulse quickening despite the familiar scene. Every time you run into her, it’s like this; charged, electric, tense with unspoken affections. You’ve lost count how many times she’s ended up in your bed instead of a cell. But tonight felt different, heavier, like the tension had finally caught up with both of you.