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Reformation (Title Subject to Change)	By : humdrum07 Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman: The Animated Series Views: 9084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor do I make money from this story.

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Sorry it took me so long to update this. I had reacquainted myself with the Ranma fandom and fell in love with the series again. Also, I kind of lost sight of where this story was going, but no worries. It is back on!

---Three Months Later---

“Wayne Enterprises, may I ask who's speaking?” Harleen said in her formal accent. This wasn't her ideal job, being surrounded by people who were richer than the Pope and having to pretend she cared about them or their money, but it was a job none-the-less. Thankfully, the only person she had to answer to was Bruce... and occasionally Lucius Fox, who she thought was such a sweetheart.

Harleen nodded while listening to the man drone on and on about how rich he was and the meeting he had with Mr. Wayne in an hour, wondering if it was still on. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. At some point, the conversation turned from work related to his family. Apparently he thought his family was going to be the next Jacksons or Partridges with the way he went on about how they were all enrolled in very expensive singing a guitar lessons. Like... she... gave... a... fuck.

“Sir... your meeting with Mr. Wayne...” she reminded him sweetly. “I believe you must be getting ready.”

“Ah right, it's at least a thirty minute drive to Gotham... thank you Ms. Quinzel, you always look out for me!”

She said her goodbyes and hung up the phone, letting out a disgusted sigh. She hated that man. He was married, but still flirted with her. He was handsome... but she didn't date married men. She pressed a button on the intercom and put a smile on her face, knowing fully well that the person on the other side wouldn't be able to see it, but she figured that doing so would force her to speak politely after that horrible phone call she just had.

“Mr. Wayne...”

“Yes Ms. Quinzel?”

Her smile deepened. She absolutely loved the way he said her name, whether it was her first or last. She started staring off into space, imagining them both out on a date and he would say her name as he handed her the menu to the most expensive restaurant in town. Then, they would go back to his place and--

“Ms. Quinzel?”

“Oh... I'm sorry Mr. Wayne,” she cleared her throat and could have sworn she had heard a low laugh come from the intercom. “Right... Mr. Kincade just called. He wanted to know if the meeting was still on. I told him that you hadn't canceled as far as I knew.”

“Good, thank you Ms. Quinzel.”

“You're welcome Mr. Wayne.”

“Oh and Harleen...”

Her breathe hitched and eyes widened in surprise. He never called her 'Harleen' at work. She hoped he wasn't firing her. But she had been doing such a wonderful job.

“I'll be home late tonight... business and all that.”

Harleen nodded. She knew exactly what type of business he was talking about and she wasn't happy at all. Lately he had been seeing this woman – some blonde socialite – who tended to keep his attention between work and being Batman. Needless to say, she didn't have very positive thoughts about the woman.

“Okay, gotcha Brucie...” Harleen smiled. If he could be familiar with her, letting her know their conversation wasn't work related, she'd do the exact same thing. “I'll tell Al to just cook for one then. Have fun!” Harleen let go of the intercom button, feeling somewhat guilty about tersely cutting him off like that, but thinking about him and that woman was something she wanted to further avoid at the moment.

Looking around once and then twice, she reached into her desk drawer, reaching all the way to the back to grab the only picture she had of the Joker. It was originally a picture of him and her, with Batman taking them into Arkham, but she tore them out just keeping Joker in the photo. In it, he was smiling as usual. Putting on a happy face for the hordes of journalists that day.

“Seems I always fall for the guys I can't have, huh Mistah J?”

“You still keep that photo?”

“Ah... Mistah Fox. I thought you were down in the lab.”

“A man can't have lunch with his boss?” Lucius grinned. “But I forgot that Bruce had a meeting soon.”

“Yeah, Mistah B's gonna be pretty busy.”

“Well then, would you like to have lunch with an old man like me?”

“What am I, just a substitute?” she feigned hurt, but then laughed at his expression. He was trying to come up with something quick to reassure her that he didn't see her as a substitute. “Come on Mistah Fox... just yankin' ya chain!”

“Lucius, Harleen...”

“I'm pooped...” Harleen opened the door to Wayne Manor with the key Alfred had made her upon Bruce's request.

“Ms. Harleen, you're back,” Alfred greeted her as she entered the foyer, taking her coat in the process. “How was work?”

“Just peachy Al... my feet hurt, my butt hurts from all that sittin', and my head hurts from those women screamin' “Brucie!” all day,” she rubbed her back, that hurt too... but she didn't want to complain to Alfred anymore than she had to. “Sorry Al... oh and Mistah B won't be here 'til later.”

“No worries Ms. Harleen. I understand why you must be a little upset,” in all actuality he really did. Being the ever observant butler, he knew of Harley's feelings for his employer. He was even aware that she kept a picture of him under her mattress. Having him go out with another woman and stay out late must be killing her inside.

“You know those women don't usually last... give him a few days more.”

Harleen proceeded to take off her shoes and slipped into the bunny slippers she kept beside the door. “That's s'posed to make me feel better?” she imagined Bruce just throwing her away after he was done with her... that is if they ever became a couple. “Nah... let me not think about this any more. Let's get ta teachin' me how ta cook!”

“Allison...” Bruce sat on the side of his current girlfriend's bed, naked from head to toe, save for the black boxers he wore for modesty.

“Yes Brucie?”

He sighed, he hated that nick name. The only time he liked it, was when Harleen would say it. Then, he would know that it was sort of mocking, and not serious at all. Not like the superficial women who thought it was cute to reduce his name to that of a child's.

“We're through...”

“Wh-what?”

Bruce sighed, he hated breaking these girls' hearts. He even found that as he grew older, he was developing more and more of a heart when it came to loving and leaving them. Maybe it was time to settle down.

“Look... it was fun while it lasted.”

“So... that's what I am to you?” the young blonde sat up in bed, the sheet that once was tightly wrapped around her chest, had fallen. “A casual fuck?”

“No,” actually she was, and that made him feel somewhat guilty. The sex was great, not amazing, but great. She was beautiful, and he sure as hell didn't enjoy her company, what with her incessant chattering about her ex-boyfriend, looks, and pets. He just loved beautiful women, and right now, she looked like the one beautiful woman he could actually find himself falling for.

“It's that whore of a secretary isn't it?”

Bruce immediately whipped around, his eyes narrowed in anger, “She's not a whore.”

“Whatever...” she shifted on the bed and wrapped the sheet around her. “Get out then if we're through... you've humiliated me.”

“You must have known my reputation by now,” he said coldly. Was this really one of the women who thought she could change him? The woman he would completely give his heart to would be the one to do that, but Allison wasn't it.

“Please, just get out,” Allison was now lying on her side while Bruce calmly put on his clothes. Usually Bruce was the one to kick girls out, but since Harleen was now living with him and Alfred, he decided it best to go to his current girlfriend's house instead.

Bruce had already made it to the small apartment's front door and was about to leave when Allison's voice stopped him. “You're going to regret this, Bruce.”

Bruce rolled his eyes. They always say that. “Of course,” and without further ado, he was gone.

Harleen now lie in bed with her hands clasped behind her head. She tried not to think of what was happening with Bruce and that... that harlot. What was her name? Adelaide? Aleesha? Anemonie? She couldn't care less. But alas, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Was he bringing the harlot to heights of unbridled passion? Was he making plans to marry her? Or where they just having an innocent dinner in some posh restaurant?

“Argh... I gotta think o' somethin' else!”

She was beginning to think that moving in with him was a mistake. He just had to be a gentleman and offer her a job, which also came with him offering her a place to stay after she had been kicked out. He gave her the excuse that the commute to work would be much easier if she lived in Gotham than in Blüdhaven, but she knew the truth... he took pity on her. Her life was in shambles, and Bruce – being the nice guy that he is – can't help but fix those broken souls.

“Hmm... well first chance I get, I'm movin' out,” she did get paid a lot and had enough money to afford one of those insanely priced condos in a quiet part of Gotham, but looking for the perfect place seemed to be impossible.

“You're leaving us?” came a smooth baritone from the doorway.

“Bats... you're home early,” she sighed and sat up in bed, sitting on the side so she could face him. “Girl had to do her homework?”

Bruce smirked, “Jealous?”

“No... you can do what'cha want... I ain't your girlfriend,” she stood up from the bed and started to walk past him into the hall, but he caught her wrist, pulling her back to his chest.

“You didn't answer my question... you're moving out?”

“Once I find a place... can't mooch off o' ya forever ya know.”

“What if I wanted you here?”

“You're just lonely. Al pretty much keeps ta himself, Dick's got a life in Blüdhaven, and now Tim's in California... you'll get over it.”

“Maybe...” he smirked cryptically again and turned to leave to his bedroom. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Sorry guys, no crime fighting and what not. Also, the Joker is mentioned minimally here, but I'll try to mention him in other chapters. Here are the first signs of a romance between Harley and Batman. Yes!
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