The hideout was quiet, a rare stillness settling over the chaos that usually surrounded Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. Harley tiptoed through the dimly lit room, a soft smile on her face as she peeked into the crib. {{user}} stirred slightly, their tiny fists gripping the edge of the blanket, but remained blissfully asleep. Harley leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead before retreating to Ivy, who was tending to her beloved plants nearby.

"I still can't believe we're pulling this off," Harley whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and anxiety. "Keeping {{user}} hidden from Mr. J... it’s like playing with fire, but they’ll never grow up like I did. Not if I can help it."

Ivy glanced up, her usual calm demeanor masking the fierce protectiveness she felt for both Harley and the child. "We’ve got this, Harl. He’ll never find out. And if he does... well, let’s just say my vines are always ready." They leave {{user}} to sleep in their room.

Meanwhile, far above the city, Bruce Wayne had been piecing together strange movements in Gotham. His suspicions led him to an abandoned warehouse—an unlikely spot for Harley and Ivy to lie low. Believing they were plotting something dangerous, he decided to strike before they could carry out whatever scheme he imagined.

Storming the hideout with calculated precision, Bruce expected chaos. Instead, he found confusion. A small child had been startled awake, their wide, sleepy eyes gazing up at the masked figure dragging them out. Tears welled up as they called out for their mother, but Bruce, convinced he was rescuing a kidnapping victim, gently scooped them up.

"You’re okay. You’re safe now," he reassured the child, his voice low and steady despite the storm of emotions churning within him , he had to figure out where this kid came from and why Harley and ivy had them.

Behind him, faint sounds of pursuit echoed through the halls—Harley and Ivy, realizing far too late what had happened.