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Title: A Friendly Warning
Characters: Harley/Eddie, Selina/Eddie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 375
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For danssslemetro ! Happy belated Birthday!
“Care to elaborate?”
“Eddie,” Selina massaged the bridge of her nose, there were only so many ways a person could try to explain themselves before they snapped and started scratching people’s eyes out. “Just don’t fuck this up, got it?”
Edward raised an eyebrow, “Jealous?”
Selina took a deep breath. “And why would I be jealous? I like Harley- most of the time. She should have a chance to be happy, too.”
Eddie smiled at her then. That annoying, patronizing smile he usually saved for Batman but was now giving her.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“You mean us?” she laughed.
He didn’t like it. “What else would I mean?” he replied barely managing to keep his composure.
“We both had way too much to drink, Eddie. Nothing more to it.”
“Oh, really?” he smiled again and she could see he wanted his cane to swing as he added, “Is that how you explain the other night?”
“Go to hell!” she yelled, sliding her goggles back on. The other night she blamed entirely on Ivy and her damn Special Cocktails, besides Eddie and Harley weren’t an item yet. Catwoman turned to look at him once more before going out the window, “Just don’t treat her like the clown did.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her leave. His smile vanished once he was alone again. The clown, pfft. He was better than the clown.
“Who you talking to, Ed?”
“Harley.” He had not heard her arrive. “You just get back?”
“Yeah, Red sure was in a yapping mood,” Harley replied as she threw off her jacket. She paused half way through the act to look at him, “You okay?”
He raised his eyes up to her smiling face.
“Yes,” he replied and was a little taken aback by how much he meant it. Hmm.
Harley tossed her jacket on the bed and sat on his lap. She began to recap her day with Ivy. Edward listened intently. Even more surprising, he realized there was no place else he’d rather be. Not evading a bat, not teasing a cat, but here listening to Harley’s high pitch voice go on and on. Funny the way life works, isn’t it?