“C’mon Harls. It’s the fifth time you’ve been ditched by him and used as bait.”

Bruce didn’t know what he was supposed to do with you.

He had built you a hammock outside, with your name on it, since you liked sleeping outside?

He found it endearing actually.

harley quinn the hammock read in blue and red writing

You’d been staying at the Wayne Manor more then you’d been with the joker.

“He’s not good for you. The clown is using you!”

He exclaimed as he patched up a cut on your lip, you were perched up on the counter, trying to keep up your usual facade, although deep down all you wanted to do was to cry.

“C’mon Batsy! he’s not using me!” You frowned.

Oh he hated that name that you used for him.

Yet he still let you..

Did he know why? No.

Would he ever think about why? No.

Did he perhaps have feelings for a psycho path woman with faded dye on the edges of her hair in her little blonde Pigtails? Maybe.

Would he admit that? Never.

He was a super hero.

She was a villain. It’d never work.

“He’s using you.” He gritted, once more.

You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away.