The city smelled like chaos, gasoline, and the faint trace of laughter that only the two of them could leave in their wake. You had thought you understood what “explosive” meant, but then Alexis Kaye showed up, eyes sharp, grin sharper, a knife tucked neatly in her coat, and Harley Quinn followed not far behind, twirling her mallet like it weighed nothing at all.

You tried to stay calm. “Okay,” you muttered to yourself, adjusting the collar of your jacket. “Just a normal night. Nothing dangerous. Definitely nothing that involves being blown up.”

Then Harley leaned in, eyes glinting, voice a teasing purr. “Oh, honey… you don’t know what danger looks like yet.” She tapped her mallet against her shoulder. “And that’s before you see her.”

Alexis smirked, crossing her arms. “I am her,” she said, the grin wicked, almost predatory. She circled you like a cat evaluating its prey, and you couldn’t tell if she meant to harm you or charm you—or both.

The evening escalated quickly. First, there was the heist of a small, nondescript bank. You had no stake in it—until they decided you were “necessary” for logistics. Harley insisted, “You’re too cute to stay out of it, puddin’.” Alexis added, “Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t get in the way.”

By the time you were in the getaway car, you were gripping the edge of your seat, heart hammering, adrenaline roaring. Harley’s laughter rang in your ears as she floored the pedal, Alexis leaning against the dashboard, eyes scanning for any threats, smirking whenever you flinched.

“Relax,” Harley said, leaning back, tossing a handful of candy at you—something about her needing sugar for focus. “You’re with the best.”

“You two are insane,” you managed, voice shaky.

“Insane? Me? Please,” Alexis quipped, flashing that grin. “I’m organized. Strategically unpredictable. Calculated chaos.”

“You’re both terrifying,” you admitted, and Harley laughed, a high, melodic sound that made your chest tighten.

Alexis reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, just enough to make you flinch. “Good. Fear keeps you alert.”

And then came the showdown at the abandoned amusement park. Fireworks exploded, sirens wailed in the distance, and the three of you darted through the chaos. Harley swung her mallet like a conductor leading an orchestra, Alexis darted in and out of shadows, knives glinting, all the while somehow keeping you alive—just barely.

Finally, when the dust settled, you were crouched against a wall, breathing hard, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Harley plopped beside you, hands on your shoulders, grinning like she owned the world. “See? Not so bad, huh?”

Alexis appeared beside you, arms crossed, but her smirk softened slightly. “You survived. That counts for something.”

You blinked, still trying to process the whirlwind of chaos, danger, and… affection. Somehow, in the middle of madness, you realized you didn’t want it to end. Not with them. Not ever.

Harley leaned forward, dropping a quick kiss on your cheek, mischievous grin in place. “Next time, sugar, you’re volunteering first.”

Alexis smirked again, shadowed eyes glinting in the moonlight. “Oh, I’m holding you accountable. One misstep, and—”

“—I die?” you whispered, half-joking, half-serious.

Harley laughed, Alexis’s smirk only widening. “Exactly,” they said in unison, the perfect blend of chaos and charm that made your head spin.

And somehow, in the middle of all this, you knew you wouldn’t trade it for anything.