Chaos reigns as I abandon my past to prove myself to a madman. But now, with nothing left to prove, I'm finding new purpose in mayhem. Yet, in a world where few understand me, one man sees beyond my cackling facade-Nightwing. Will he be my salvation...
Relief washed over her face, "Oh, Dickie! I'm so glad it's working! I was starting to think you'd abandoned me!"
Nightwing's chuckle came through the device, warm and comforting. "Never. We're partners now remember."
She fidgeted with the device, her fingers drumming a staccato beat against her leg. "Yea~ Wonderin' if you're home yet?"
"On the way, just finished talking to Batman about the 'suspicious car'." Letting out a slight chuckle.
A slow smile spread across her face. "This is nice... being able to talk to you anytime. Will you pick me up at Ivy's tomorrow morning?"
"Absolutely, I'll be there." His emotions tingled with enthusiasm.
"Great! Good night and...be safe." Harley smiled sheepishly, snuggling into the blankets.
"Good night too," Nightwing echoed.
Next morning. "Ivy, help me pick an outfit."
Ivy raised an eyebrow, "Meeting Nightwing? In the daytime?" Harley's grin faltered for a moment before she recovered, "Yes and I can't tell you more. It's a secret between us."
Ivy's curiosity was piqued, but she didn't press the issue. "Well, in that case, let's focus on finding the perfect outfit. What about this red dress? It would look stunning on you."
Harley's eyes lit up, "Ooh, I love it! But do you think it's too much for a casual meetup?" Ivy chuckled, "Trust me. If anyone can pull off a bold statement, it's you. Try it on, and let's see how it looks!"
Her words turned thoughtful. "You know, I love the dress, but I don't want to draw too much attention to...our meeting. If anyone sees me with Nightwing, it'll be headlines. 'Harley Quinn with new squeeze or something like that."
"Oh!, you're thinking about his real identity!"
Harley nodded vigorously. "Exactly! I don't want to inconvenience him or put him in an awkward spot. Maybe something a bit more...understated?"
Ivy smiled, impressed by Harley's consideration. "Let's find something stylish yet low-key, then." Together, they began browsing through the outfits, searching for the perfect balance of fashion and discretion.
"Let's pick this," Ivy says, holding up a red jacket with a grey crop top, jeans, and a baseball cap. "It's simple, casual, but still attractive!"
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Harley took the outfit from Ivy and put it on. She adjusted the jacket, ran a hand through her hair, and struck a pose, her hands on her hips, with a vixen grin spreading across her face. "How do I look?"
