Crazy in Love (ALL NEW CHAPTERS!!!!)

A Friendly Surprise

 Harley collapsed to the floor, the sting of a slap still fresh across her cheek, a red mark forming in the shape of a handprint. She let out a whine, her body trembling as she touched the burning spot.

"You stupid bitch!" His voice was a low growl, filled with venom and anger.

"B-But Puddin'!" She cried out, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the smudged white paint of her makeup. It was a painful sight, even more so because it was clear to everyone but her that he didn't want her near him anymore.

The whispers and gasps of the other patrons in the restaurant filled her ears, but all she could focus on was him—her beloved Joker—who had the audacity to strike her in public.

He turned away from her without a second glance, addressing the waitress in a cold, dismissive tone. "Can you please have this idiotic whore thrown out of here? She's making my time hard to enjoy." His words were sweet but harsh, as if he couldn't be bothered to even look at her, let alone care about her anymore.

Harley watched, heart sinking, as he tossed out insults that sounded like the twisted pet names he used to whisper in her ear. "Puddin'," she'd call him, her voice pleading, but now he refused to acknowledge her.

Large, muscular men grabbed her roughly, pulling her to her feet, dragging her away from him.

"Hey! Hands off the merchandise!" she screamed, struggling in their grip, but they only tightened their hold. She fell to her knees in front of the Joker, hands clasped in a desperate plea for forgiveness. She didn't know what she'd done wrong—what had changed. But she felt like she was being discarded, like an old toy tossed aside after the fun had worn off.

But to him, it was more than that. He was tired of her constant presence. It had been almost a year since she'd saved him from the Batman, and now, she felt like nothing more than a nuisance.

After what seemed like an eternity of humiliation, of shoving and beating her away, she was finally forced out of the restaurant, bruises covering her face and heart heavy with rejection.

Outside, on the cold sidewalk, she stood alone. She sniffled, wiping away her tears, trying to regain some sense of dignity before retreating into the dark alley nearby. It was empty, quiet—perfect for her to nurse her broken heart in solitude. Harley slid down the alley wall, hugging her knees to her chest.

The hum of electricity sparked in the distance, and she turned her head, blinking through the tears. Standing before her was a man dressed in black and blue.

"You come here while you're sad too?" he asked softly, sliding down beside her with a relaxed grace.

Harley nodded weakly, not caring to hide her bruises. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact.

He noticed, his gaze flickering to the marks on her face. "What happened?"

Harley didn't answer right away. She hesitated, unsure how much she wanted to reveal. But something in the man's demeanor—gentle yet firm—made her feel safe enough to speak.

"He..." she began, her voice cracking, "He hit me. Told me I wasn't needed anymore." She could barely get the words out.

"Harsh," he muttered, his expression filled with sympathy.

They sat in silence for a while, the tension in the air heavy. The man was thinking, no doubt weighing his options. He knew who she was—Harley Quinn, the notorious villain—but for some reason, he didn't feel the need to lock her up or fight her. Instead, he extended his hand to her with a small smile.

"Nice to formally meet you, Miss Quinn. I'm Dick Grayson."

He paused for a moment, letting her take in his name. "You may know me as Nightwing."