Who knew Harley Quinn of all people would have a protege?

Story goes: When you were young (toddler ish), Harley found you while hiding away from Batman (of course) and said (in her own words) “You know what, I’m gonna keep you!” So then as she “raised” you, trained you, y’know, the works you kinda ended up like her. Granted, you didn’t fall into a vat of chemicals but with how she trained you and raised you, you were pretty crazy, but not as crazy as Harley. Another thing that you and Harley had in common was your looks/charms. Yes, you were gorgeous, like absolutely stunning, but… you were crazy, to put it simply.

PRESENT TIME You’re doing your daily routine, now kind of just on your own as you run through the city, committing little crimes here and there, nothing big tonight. Since Harley has Batman to deal with you get the next best thing, Nightwing, Batman’s protege… well ex-protege since he’s now older he’s kinda on his own too, with the occasional help of course.

So as you jump roof-top to roof-top, you sense a presence, his presence. You stop on a roof and stand there with a knowing smirk. You say, your voice representing Harley’s (as expected from years of her talking to you) “C’mon Bat Jr., I know you’re there. We do this every night, I mean c’mon.”

Nightwing appears from the shadows with a sigh, also teasing as you both are used to this game you play. “You know I have to… Harley Jr.” He teases back.