Harley Quinn X Nightwing: Our Story, Yours Truly

Chapter 19: "Unmasking the Truth, One Kiss at a Time"

Back to present. Harley POV.
Now, snuggled under the sheets, our story finally pieced together, it feels like we were destined to be. I teased Dickie, warning him to keep those puppy eyes to himself – they're my weakness, and I won't share them with anyone else.

He chuckled, "Who knows, it's the biggest weakness of Harley Quinn." With a cheeky grin, he started playing 'When a Man Loves a Woman' on his stereo. That look in his eyes got me excited all over again... I adore being intimate with him – the pleasure, gentleness, and intensity blend together in a way that's simply fantastic.

This song:
When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For the good thing he's found
If she is bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
And turn his back on his best friend
If he puts her down

Doesn't this describe us perfectly? He always see the good in me...though I know I can be handful but that's the beauty of Yours Truly, wouldn't you agree? As for the rest of the lyrics, I'll leave it to your interpretation.

It was midday, he kissed my forehead, "Superhero duties." he smiled. And then he got up to wash up, leaving me to admire his magnificent back view... I wanted to join him in the shower, but my body begged for a bit more rest. That's because we didn't sleep the whole night...winks

A little while later, I heard him talking in his computer room, his voice low and focused.

I stood at the door entrance, with a bath towel wrapped around me, watching my hero with a sense of pride and joy that's indescribable.

He saw me and signaled me to sit beside him. Instead, I snuggled into his lap, wrapping my arms around him. He let out a surprised chuckle and just shook his head, smiling, and pulled me in for a squeeze. "Only you," he whispered, his voice all warm and fuzzy. I beamed, knowing I'd gotten away with being my usual, snuggly self.

He showed me the photos of the two goons who trailed me from the hidden club on the big computer screen. "They belong to the Sionis family," his expression turning serious.

"Sionis? Romy came back from the dead?" I asked, surprised.

"Nope, he's fish food," Dick replied, his tone dry. "His step-brother, Julius Sionis, took over his criminal empire and their father's business. And guess who helped him rise to power?" He paused for a moment, his eyes locked on mine. "Joker...He assassinated their father, and Julius took over."

Joker...I know that silence like the back of my hand... it's a storm warning, a sign that his next plan is brewing, and it's gonna be a doozy. The longer he stays quiet, the crazier his scheme will be. The Sionis family is just a pawn. I've got a bad feeling, like a tickle in my gut...

Dickie flashes me another pic - Lincoln March, the big cheese of the Court of Owls and kingpin of the 'King of Diamonds' club. And guess where he's currently residing? Arkham Asylum, courtesy of Batman!

So the Sionis Family's into human trafficking...That's some sick stuff. But is it their own twisted game, or are they just pawns? Like, is the Joker pulling the strings, or is it that owl-faced freak, Lincoln March? Ugh, my head's spinning just thinking about it!

"Do you know the bartender identity?" Dickie asked.

Flashback, Harley POV.
Puddin', his crew, and I swanned into the club, and all eyes were on us - fear, excitement, you name it. We got the VIP treatment, and then he walked in - green eyes, chiseled features, and that infamous tattoo. "I'm..." he introduced himself.

I burst out laughing. "You actually tattooed your name on your face? So people won't forget you?" And I thought it was the most hilarious thing.

Puddin' let out his manical laughter, then coldly said "Why don't you go out and have some fun, Harley?" And I took off. That was the first time and subsequent encounters were always between Puddin' and other weirdos. Puddin' usually kept me on a tight leash, unless he called for me."

Back to present. Harley POV.
And that's when it hit me, "the bartender with the black eagle tattoo around his right eye, it was Black Eagle or Dark Eagle!" I told Dickie, See what I mean when I say people won't forget his name.

Dickie type his codename and his profile came out:

Name: Gillard LaGraine
Codename: Black Eagle
Appearance: Scarred face, black eagle tattoo around his right eye, short dark hair, piercing green eyes
Background: Former black ops operative turned rogue
Motivation: Unknown
Crimes: Espionage, Smuggling, Assassination

Okay so now we've got the who, but we need the where and why. Where are they shuffling these poor souls off to? And what's the endgame? And don't even get me started on the lack of evidence - it's like they're tryin' to drive me crazy! But I've got a feelin' I know where to sniff out some leads... just as I'm about to spill the beans, Robin's message pops up on the screen like a digital jack-in-the-box!

The message reads as follow, "We got the location of the missing kids, (43.7232° N, 79.3832° W.), meet at 8pm.

Dickie replied to Robin, "Will see you and I'm bringing extra hands."

Dickie looked at me, in his eyes - you know, the one that says "let's save the day and look fabulous doin' it!" His lips curve up in that sly smile, and I just wanna nibble on 'em. He's so excited to rescue those kiddos.

And I'm excited too... for the chaos that's gonna ensue! My cheeks get all flushy, cause, well, adventure is my love language. I meet his gaze, and raise an eyebrow, like, "Let's do this," and this is the kind of date, I expected from dating a superhero.