On Fire For The Enemy (Batman's son X Joker's Daughter)

"Woo." Cleo sat up, her head bobbing. "Everything is spiiiiinny..." She giggled, lying back down next to him.
"Aren't you hurt?" Robert inquired, glancing worriedly at Cleo's burnt hands. Had she lost her feeling in them?
She laughed. "Hurt, he says! In case you haven't noticed, Batboy, I don't feel pain." She giggled again. "It's an illusion."
She couldn't feel pain at all?
"I don't feel much, if you can't see that." She laughed.
"If you can't feel much, how can you care about me?"
She nestled her head in his chest. "That's one of the few things I can feel."

Robert Wayne is just your average seventeen year old.
If your average seventeen year old is the son of a crime-fighting millionaire. If your average seventeen year old is constantly sneaking out with his father, cleaning the streets of Gotham.
But Robert is finding it hard to be a vigilante and look like your average seventeen year old to the media. He shuts everyone out except for his family, who are the only ones who know his secret.

Cleopatra Quinzel is the daughter of a psychotic killer with half a smile cut into her face.
So a little less average, then.
She herself is a ruthless criminal, helping her parents pull off crimes. They would already have the city in their hands if it weren't for the Batman and his accomplice, Nightwing. But her father has sworn to one day take over Gotham, and when he croaks, Cleo is his heir.

All Cleo feels is happiness and rage.
Robert doesn't let himself get close to anyone.
Until they met each other.
First meeting as friends, their relationship slowly grows into something more.
But when you're on fire for the enemy, you're going to get burned.

WARNING: if you get annoyed by constant giggling then this book isn't for you. Also, as you can see below this book has mature content. I'll put a smut warning at the beginning of any... Ahem... Questionable chapters. ;)