Batman Kisses Harley Novels & Stories

“Are you serious, Carlos? She didn’t even try to seduce you once?” I replied, my voice lower than I meant it to be. “Nope! She apologized instead. Like it was some sort of mistake she regretted!” My Beta was stupefied to hear my story. He scratched his ears, muttering under his breath. “Oh, that gotta be a first!” Well, it was! That kiss had burned, not because of how it felt, but what came after that. Harley’s pure eyes weren’t hungry for power, they were just tired. As if she were carrying too much for so long and didn’t expect anyone to help her.

She stood in front of them, holding a makeup kit and looking at them with a mix of surprise and amusement. Her cheeks heated up. "I left to get the makeup kit for a few seconds, and you are already eating his face," Harley said, making Damien chuckle. "Come on," Harley said, walking toward the stool. Giselle made a step to follow her, but Damien held her hand. He looked at her. "That was the hottest unexpected kiss I have ever had," he said, smiling. She smiled at him a little. He slowly let go of her hand, and she walked toward Harley. She took a seat on the stool, and Harley began working on her face.

Here, I hope hell wins out. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much!" "Don't make promises you can't keep, Wolfman." She slid off the barstool. "Let's go!" I swipe the key card, and we get inside my hotel room. Harley throws herself into my chest, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me to her lips. Her kiss is as hot as fire. I switched our positions, pushing Harley's back against the wall and pulling her thigh over mine as I deepened the kiss. My hands roamed over her ass as hers went for the button of my jeans.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

I turn to face him "Oh , I thought you'd say it's too late" "Oh no we're going to GE grounded for staying out late" he replys sarcastically. Dryly. I want to roll my eyes but I just shake my head lifting me phone to me eyes. "There's no curfew Diana, we'll just get the rings and go home" I don't reply. And the rest if the drive is silent.

Ron slammed his hand down on the table, ending the meeting and we all stood up and walked out the room. Harley was sitting at the bar now, drinking what I assumed was tea or coffee. As soon as Ron saw her, he went over and greeted her with a hug and an awkward kiss. I decided not to go over and say hello and instead, walked out of the clubhouse, putting on my shades, blocking the sun and went to my bike. 'Hey, are you ok man?' Tommy asked, coming over and taking a seat on his bike next to mine.

“Can you believe that?” Giselle shook her head. “Sorry, she’s a bit of a diva. Everything has to go her way or she’d lose it.” Ashley was thoroughly amused at what just happened. “I still can’t believe Aston’s going to marry her.” Giselle turned me around. “Let me guess…you are Harley Quinn. Where’s your joker?” she asked. As if on cue, Max’s bike roared in. Dressed like a perfect joker, Max sat atop the bike. He revved his engine maniacally, showing off.

He kisses me hard, with more passion than he probably means to, but it's the adrenaline and I need the connection with him too. "I promise you I'm not walking back into this clubhouse without her." Harley grabs onto him and they have a conversation I can't quite make out, but I know it means a lot to both of them, especially when I see her brush tears from under her eyes. Harley isn't my crier. She accepts everything with the quiet stoicism of her grandpa and dad.

Harley turned to face Jack, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, you're the new guy?" "Yes, my name is Jack Napier," he said, his smile softening the sharp lines of his face. "My name is Harleen Quinn, but my friends call me Harley," she replied, extending a hand. Her friend now stood beside her, tapping her foot impatiently. "Harley, we've got to go." Her friend pointed toward the old metal clock mounted in the stairwell, its hands ticking steadily toward the hour. "Well, I have to go," Harley said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "It was really nice meeting you, Jack. Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

She said, whispering his name as she let out a breath of air. His eyes darted from her head to her feet and then back up again as a smile; not a smirk or one of those wry, Cheshire cat grins, but a genuine smile, etched its way onto his face. She was about to speak again, but stopped when he moved towards her with haste, and before she could make any move, he locked his arms around her waist, pulling her closer so that their bodies were touching, and crushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss. "I have to ask you something." Harley began, pulling away from the kiss after a few seconds, but not putting any more space between t