Gotham City After Midnight: Silent Night

 The Dark Knight

1

There was a colder wind blowing into the city. Santa Claus stumbled out of the bar. Gary and Rory saw the jolly fat man walking toward the parking lot. They saw the possibility of picking up a few bucks. 

"Hey there, Santa." Rory said. 

Gary approached the man. "Hey old man...you got a few dollars we can get." 

Santa opens up his jacket and pulled double machine guns. "I've got something for you." 

The two streets hustlers were both killed so quickly. Neither ever had a chance to react. 

"Happy Holiday's" the Santa laughed. 

The streets were eerily silent. The two men lay motionless. The police were called, and within the hour the investigation was underway.  

"What do we have?" Batgirl asked.

The detective filled her in with what they knew. "Sorry, Batgirl...we just don't have much to go on." 

Robin joined the investigation after his sweep of the area. "Anything on the cameras?" Robin asked. 

"Just out of view." Batgirl responded. 

The case is a strange one. They have the camera evidence but nothing that truly identifies the killer. He simply came in, and did his job. There are no cameras on the streets where Santa came from. It's like the killer knew they didn't have cameras. That's what's most peculiar.

The Santa was wearing a mask during the entire killing, and he was wearing all black. In other words, he was perfectly hidden from view.

His mask was a classic Santa suit mask. It was a simple, and easy way to disguise. He also came to the city in a Santa costume, so he didn't look too out of place. 

He was wearing gloves with it, and they looked leather-like. He didn't touch a single thing as he walked around, and simply went about his business. 

It looks like his plan was to keep a low profile, while getting close enough to do what he had to.

They have a general idea of the identity of the killer, but they have no idea who they're dealing with. 

Who is the killer, and how was he able to get close enough? 

He seems to be completely anonymous, and there's no way to trace him. The next move may be to keep everyone safe, and wait for any leads to the killer.

The police are still on the case, but they haven't made any progress. There is no trace of the killer, or the clothes he was wearing. 

His mask is also a blank canvas to go off of, making it nearly impossible to track him down. It's as if he didn't leave anything behind.

They've been going over each piece of evidence, and they've come up with a general profile of the killer. They have a name for the person, but they aren't exactly how accurate their guess is.

 They have a general area of the killer's last known location, and they know he came from the north. They have a brief physical appearance description, and they know he was a male, and that he likely spoke fluent English. It's not much, but it is something.

"I wonder if this is a serial killer using a Santa costume for cover, or someone celebrating the holiday season in a macabre way." Batgirl said.  

"It's someone who seemed approachable. I guess Santa would be that, huh? Robin shook his head. 

The killer was very careful to keep their identity completely hidden. They used the perfect disguise to hide their true appearance, and they didn't touch even a single thing. It seems like they knew what they were doing, and they did their best to prevent any suspicion from getting to them. 

It seems like their objective was to keep everyone safe, but it seems like the police are having a difficult time with finding out who they are. The police still have a large part of the city locked down in the investigation.

They're still very early in the investigation, but they have a name for the person they're looking for. The name is 'Jack Frost'. He seems like an unassuming, and normal name. 

The killer hasn't left anything behind, and everything is perfectly hidden. He must have been very clever, and very good at this. Even the police are having trouble trying to crack this case.

The police have searched all through the city, but they have found nothing. The killer simply vanished, and there is no trace of them left behind. There are no leads to anyone who the killer knows, and there is nothing that would help them figure out who he is. 

The police are still very stumped on the case, and they are having a very hard time trying to figure out what to do next. They've searched high, and low for him, but they haven't had any luck tracking him down. There has to be some lead they can follow, right?

2

Robin appeared on the rooftop. Nightwing showed up a few minutes later. "You wanted me to meet you here?" 

"Yes, I did. We have a situation." Robin said. 

"What type of situation?" Nightwing inquired.  

"Santa Claus is killing people in Gotham City." 

Nightwing looked at Robin. "Are you serious?" 

"Oh my God...you are, huh?" Nightwing was shocked. "Now I think I can say I've heard it all." 

While they met up on the rooftop, Santa Claus had struck again. He mowed down eight people at the gas station.  Drove into the parking lot shooting, and pulled away just as quick. Santa was there, and then gone. 

Batgirl responded to the call. Robin and Nightwing were right behind her. There were bullet holes in everything. 

"He could have blown the place up. He shot all around the gas pumps." Robin said. 

"Yes, we're not dealing with someone values life. He doesn't even value his own." Batgirl explained.  

The killing was brutal, and efficient, which further reinforces the guess of a potential serial killer. He clearly knew what he was doing. 

It's the same person, and he has the same idea – to kill people quickly, and quietly. The police have come to another dead end in the case. 

"The police haven't found a single shred of evidence, and they still have no clues as to the identity of the killer." Robin said.

"Nope...they are having trouble trying to figure this one out." 

Nightwing listened to them as he looked around. 

"He doesn't seem to have a specific target in mind. He seems to be killing at random." Nightwing commented.

The team disassembled and individually begun to investigate these murders. Each looking into different leads.  

The night was a cold one. The wind blew in with a chill. Santa Claus waits outside the restaurant. When Gregory Watson and his family exited the building they saw the jolly ole St. Nick. 

"Ho, ho, ho....Merry Christmas." Santa said. 

"Look kids, it's Santa Claus." Gregory said. 

Just then...he pulled out a revolver and started pumping hot led into the Watson family. The eerie sounds of the pops in the night drew attention from others, but Santa Claus was gone. He'd disappeared into the darkness. 

"Help...these people." Someone shouted. "Somebody call them some help." 

Their bodies lay there pouring out blood. No life to be found in any of the members of the Watson family. 

The next couple of days were tense. The search for Santa Claus had begun, and the police are on the case. 

They're using every single lead they have to find him, but he's just another one to go for them. The police continue to try and find any trace of the killer, but they have no luck so far. They continue to look for clues, and the investigation continues to go on as always.

The situation has become a lot harder to fix after this. The police are completely stumped on what to do about this situation. The killer is still out there, and they have no idea what to do.

"We've searched all over the city, but to no avail." Nightwing said. 

"Everything leads back to more dead ends." Batgirl replied. 

They've checked all of the security cameras, and even asked around for witnesses who might have seen anything, but nobody has been able to help them.

With no leads or clues on the killer, they're struggling to figure out what to do next. They've searched every single place in the city that they can think of, but there are no signs of the killer.

The Gotham City news outlets had warnings about the ready Santa Claus. "Beware of the man in a Santa costume. He's to be considered armed and dangerous." 

3

"We can't just sit around and wait for him to strike again." Robin said. 

"We should patrol the city, and keep watch." Batgirl said. 

"That will take a lot of time, and effort. He could strike anywhere, and everywhere." Nightwing said.

"Well, we can't just sit back, and let him continue doing what he does." Batgirl replied.

"I agree, but it would take too much effort if we have to patrol the entire city. It's not possible to get everything." Nightwing said.

"Then what do you Suggest?" Robin asked.

"We should wait for him, and set a trap." Nightwing suggested.

"What kind of trap?" Batgirl inquired.

"We should use ourselves as bait, and try to lure him in." Nightwing explained.

They're beginning to think that there may be no way to stop him. He's the perfect killer. 

He knows how to hide, and he knows how to remain completely invisible to everybody.

"That's too dangerous. We can't just put ourselves at risk like that." Robin objected.

"We've always put ourselves at risk before. It's part of what we do." Nightwing replied.

"This killer is different. He's killed almost 20 people, and he keeps on at it." Robin pointed out.

"He's going to keep on at it until we stop him. We have to take risks, and this is a risk we have to be willing to take." Nightwing said.

"What if it doesn't work?" Robin inquired.

"We are the only ones who seem to stand a chance against him. We don't have any other options left, and this is our best shot." Nightwing answered.

"This is insane. You want us to do this, and hope it works?" Batgirl asked incredulously.

"It's our best shot...and if it doesn't work, then at least we tried." Nightwing responded.

"The only thing that they know for sure is that the killer is a master of stealth. He is a master of the dark, and he stays hidden to keep his identity secret." Batgirl explained. 

"We could get ourselves killed." Robin warned.

Nightwing nodded in agreement. "We could, but we can take that risk if it gives us a chance at stopping this killer."

"Are you really sure about this? We're risking our lives." Robin asked once more.

"I'm as sure as I can be. It's the best option we have." Nightwing confirmed.

"This is reckless." Batgirl commented.

"Yes, it is reckless, but it's a plan worth trying. We can't give this killer a chance to keep on doing what he pleases." Nightwing retorted.

"Do you even think this is going to work?" Batgirl inquired.

"It might, and it might not. We have no way of knowing if it will work until we try it." Nightwing admitted.

Batgirl and Robin were silent, as they considered the plan.

The investigation continues on, but the police are getting frustrated. The killer has avoided every single trap, and he's never missed a beat the entire time he's been committing these crimes.

The killer seems to be completely invincible, and he's got the police completely stumped in trying to even find him, let alone find out anything about him.

Despite this, the trio are willing to take the risk.

They knew it was a long shot, but if it gave them a chance of stopping the killer then, it was a risk worth taking.

4

Santa Claus moved quickly through the alley. He'd just committed two more murders. This time his weapon of choice was a sawed off shotgun. 

"Happy Holiday's." The sadistic Santa Claus said. 

Leaving two dead bodies behind. The killing time had begun. The gruesome murders would continue on until somebody could stop him. 

Nightwing moved through the alleys, until he came across the dead bodies.

"We're too late." Nightwing said to himself as he looked at the scene.

He saw the dead bodies lying motionless. Nightwing looked at them. There was nothing he could do for them, but he could do something for future victims.

He had to find this killer, and the only chance they had left was with their plan.

He would make sure this killer didn't get away again.

Nightwing called in Batgirl and Robin on the radio. "The killer has struck again. He just killed two more people."

Batgirl and Robin soon appeared near Nightwing. They looked around at the scene.

"We're too late again." Robin said.

They were becoming more and more frustrated. The plan had to work. That was the only chance they had left.

They all knew what they had to do. There was no option but to try this. It was their only shot at ending this.

Batgirl, Robin and Nightwing all agreed that this was what they had to do. They had no other choice, anyway.

With Nightwing's plan in place, they started to get ready for it. 

They knew there was no going back from this point.

"Are you guys ready to do this?" Nightwing inquired.

"As ready as we're going to be." Batgirl said.

"Yeah, let's do it." Robin said.

The weather conditions continued to deteriorate. The snow was blowing in and swirling in the winds coming off the bay. The sadistic Santa Claus continued to move despite the conditions surrounding him. 

They would put themselves out there as bait, and hope the killer took the bait. They were hoping to draw the killer out. The team immediately started working on Nightwing's plan. 

They knew the plan was a long shot, but it was the only chance they had left.

Nightwing was the first one to put himself out there. He walked down the streets alone.

He was waiting for the killer to attack, while the rest of the team watched from afar.

They had eyes on Nightwing at all times. They were ready to move if they needed to.

They waited and waited. They watched as Nightwing walked alone through the night time streets, waiting patiently.

Nightwing didn't run into the Sadistic Santa, but instead a slightly inebriated Harley Quinn. 

"Nightwing...it's you. Save me, baby." Her voice seductive and low. 

Nightwing saw her, and immediately started getting a bad feeling. "Harley... What are you doing?" He asked.

"Looking for you, stud." Harley teased him. 

Nightwing rolled his eyes in irritation. "Don't start that with me right now." He responded.

"What do we have going on here?" Harley asked. 

She could see that Nightwing was on to something. Not just a general patrol effort. 

"I'm just patrolling the city. Nothing out of the ordinary." Nightwing replied.

He was trying to be careful with his words, as to not clue her into the plan.

Harley could tell Nightwing wasn't interested in entertaining her, and she walked off into the night, singing Santa Baby as she walked away.

Nightwing let out a sigh of relief as she walked away. He was glad that she hadn't stumbled on their plan by accident, but he was also relieved that he didn't have to deal with her anymore.

Harley Quinn continued to walk down the sidewalk singing in her slightly drunken state. 

"Ooooh...excuse me, she said. It was Santa Claus he stumbled out of the darkness of the alleyway. 

"Watch were you're going." The Santa Claus said. His voice low and menacing. 

Harley was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Santa Claus. "Whoa, sorry about that big guy." She said, still a bit drunken.

She looked at the Santa Claus, and suddenly saw the sawed off shotgun he was carrying. "Um..are you a real Santa...or the other kind?" Harley inquired jokingly.

The Santa Claus said nothing in response. He just raised the shotgun up and aimed it at Harley.

Harley gasped as she saw the weapon pointed directly at her. She tried to back away from him, but the Santa Claus kept slowly walking toward her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...take it easy there, big guy." Harley said, her voice quivering in fear.

The Santa Claus continued walking toward her, the sawed off shotgun still aimed at her.

She backed away further, but she backed into a wall before she could get any further. She was trapped.

The Santa Claus kept approaching her menacingly, the shotgun still raised and aimed at her.

"Are you going home for Christmas?" Santa Claus asked her. 

"Yeah, of course. I'm going home." Harley replied, her voice trembling in fear.

"Jingle Bells...and shotgun shells." Santa said. The weapon still in Harley's face. 

Harley was paralyzed with fear. She couldn't move. She was trapped against the wall, and the shotgun was right in her face.

5

Jason Todd was walking past Washington Ave. He saw Harley Quinn and Santa Claus, he appeared to have a weapon drawn on her. "What in the hell  is this?" 

Jason had just gotten off the bus. He was unaware of the Killer Santa haunting Gotham City. He was not Red Hood, but Jason Todd in his street clothes. 

"Harley, are you alright?" Jason asked. 

Harley was a bit shocked to see Jason appear suddenly. "Jason... get out of here." She yelled at him frantically.

The sawed off shotgun had not moved an inch. It was still pointed directly at Harley.

The Santa Claus was completely focused on Harley, completely ignoring Jason.

“Get out of here, Jason!” Harley repeated, her voice full of fear and desperation.

The Santa Claus was only focused on Harley. He hadn’t even acknowledged Jason’s presence yet.

Jason looked back and forth between Harley and the menacing Santa Claus.

He knew he had to do something to help her, but he was unsure of what to do. He didn't have any weapon to fight against the killer Santa.

He tried to think of a plan quickly, but his mind was blank.

The Santa Claus was still pointing the shotgun at Harley, his finger on the trigger.

He seemed ready to pull the trigger and shoot at any moment.

Harley was terrified. She was trapped against the wall and the sawed off shotgun was only inches away from her face.

The Santa Claus spoke again in his low, menacing voice. "Have you been naughty or nice?"

Harley was scared out of her mind. "I've been nice...I've been nice." She answered, her voice shaking.

The Santa Claus looked at her with a cold, dead look in his eyes. "Have you really?" He asked.

Jason was watching the situation closely. He was trying to come up with a way to save her, but he was at a loss for what to do.

Harley was on the verge of tears. "I swear, I've been good...I'll do anything you ask." She pleaded.

"Sing that song you were singing before, now, before I blow your head off." Santa ordered. 

Harley immediately started singing, her voice quivering.

"Santa Baby, hurry down the chimney tonight."

The Santa Claus listened to her sing, a cold and menacing smile on his face. She wasn't exactly a great singer, but he liked the way she sounded. 

Harley was terrified, but she knew she had to keep singing if she wanted to stay alive.

The Santa Claus seemed to be enjoying the way she sang. His smile grew bigger as she continued.

She continued, her voice shaking as she sang.

"Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, and maybe a platinum mine..."

When Batgirl came around the corner, Santa had bolted off down the alleyway into the cover of night. Harley was left singing against the wall. Tears running down her face. 

Jason had tried to follow Santa, but he'd vanished or gotten away really quick. There was no evidence that he was ever there. Gone like the moment never existed. 

Batgirl heard Harley's singing as she approached the scene. She immediately saw Harley singing, tears streaming down her face.

Jason was also there, but he was panting, as he had tried to run after the killer.

"What happened? Where did he go?" Batgirl asked Jason.

Jason looked around, trying to see where the killer had gone. "I don't know. I tried to follow him, but he just vanished. It's like he was never even here." He replied.

Batgirl looked at Harley. She was still singing, but tears were streaming down her face. Batgirl could tell that Harley had been scared out of her mind.

She walked over to Harley and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now." Batgirl said, trying to soothe her.

Harley stopped singing and looked at Batgirl with tears in her eyes. "I thought he was going to kill me." She said between sobs.

Batgirl gave her a sympathetic look and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "It's okay, he's gone now." She said, trying to comfort her.

Batgirl's comfort didn't seem to help Harley much. She was shaking, and her face was stained with tears. The experience had clearly made her rattled. 

"I was so scared, I thought he was going to kill me." Harley said, still shaking.

Robin and Nightwing appeared next to them after the scene. They both looked concerned when they saw how shaken Harley was.

"What happened?" Nightwing asked.

Batgirl quickly filled them in about what had happened. Robin and Nightwing both looked concerned for Harley, but also frustrated. They had failed again.

Nightwing couldn't help but think that maybe he could've done something to prevent what had happened if he had been there to stop him. 

He knew it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but feel guilty for not being there for Harley when she needed him.

Nightwing pushed that thought out of his mind and focused on Harley's situation. "Are you okay, Harley? Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked, concern in his voice.

Harley shook her head, still shaking slightly. "I'm fine...physically." She said, her voice still quivering.

Nightwing placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. You're safe now. We've got you." He said, trying to comfort her.

Batgirl nodded in agreement. "We won't let anything happen to you." She said, her voice firm and reassuring.

"Yeah, we're here for you, Harley." Robin chimed in, his voice gentle and caring.

Harley nodded, her shaking starting to subside. "Thank you...all of you." She said, her voice still shaky but growing more confident.

Nightwing and the rest of the team exchanged glances, all of them concerned for Harley. 

They knew she had been through a traumatic experience, and they wanted to make sure she was okay.

Batgirl stepped forward. "Harley, do you think you can answer some questions for us?" She asked gently.

Harley nodded slightly, still looking shaken but willing to cooperate. "Yeah, I guess I can." She said, her voice a little steadier now.

Nightwing gave her a reassuring smile. "That's good. We just want to make sure we have all the information we can to catch this guy."

Harley thought for a moment. "He was wearing a Santa Claus costume, obviously. But it wasn't like a normal Santa costume. It was all rough and torn...and it looked like he'd been wearing it for a really long time, you know? And his hair was all...messy, like he hadn't brushed it in forever."

Batgirl nodded, mentally taking down notes. "Anything else? Any distinguishing features?" She asked.

"His...eyes." Harley said, a shudder going through her body. "They were so...dead. He just had this...emptiness in them. Like he was some kind of psycho or something."

Batgirl nodded again, making a note of that. "And his voice. What did it sound like?" She asked.

Harley shivered. "It was...low and gravelly. Almost like a growl. It sounded like he'd been a smoker for a long time, you know? Like he'd been chain-smoking for a decade or something."

Nightwing nodded, taking it in. "Anything else you can tell us? Anything at all?" He asked, his voice kind and patient.

Harley thought again, trying to recall anything else. "Well...he had a shotgun. A really old, beat-up one. It looked like he'd been using it for a while. And he..." She stopped, looking shaken again.

Batgirl put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. You can tell us." She said, her voice gentle.

Harley took a deep, shaky breath. "He...he wanted me to sing. I was singing a Christmas song when he appeared, and he said if I didn't sing, he'd blow my head off. So I started singing, and...he just listened. He was smiling, like he was enjoying it. And his eyes...oh God, his eyes..."

Nightwing looked like he was about to speak up, but Batgirl subtly shook her head to signal him to be quiet. 

Harley was still speaking, and it was important to get as much information out of her as they could.

Harley continued, her voice shaky. "And then when I was done...he just...disappeared. Vanished into the night. I don't know how he did it. It was like he was never even there."

Batgirl nodded, taking in the information. "Okay, thank you Harley. You've been very helpful. We're going to do everything we can to catch this guy and make sure he's stopped, okay?"

6

Harley had left with Jason. He was headed home to get into his uniform. Harley went with him for the safety he provided her. She was still very shaken up by the whole incident. 

"There was something crazy in that Santa's eyes. Something I've seen before, but not like that. This was someone who was hardly human anymore." 

Jason nodded, his expression serious. "I agree. I've seen some pretty messed up people during my time as a vigilante, but that Santa was something else entirely. It was like he was a completely different species, not even human anymore."

"He was so twisted." Jason continued. "The way he used that shotgun, the way he made you sing...it was like he was enjoying every second of it, like he was having fun. But it wasn't normal fun, it was a twisted, demented version of it."

Harley shivered. "I know. It was like he was taking pleasure in terrorizing me. I don't think he even cared if he killed me or not, he just enjoyed the fear he was causing."

Jason nodded, his jaw set tightly. "I've seen some killers before, but none like this. This guy is messed up beyond belief. And he's targeting innocent people just because they're singing holiday songs. It's so sick and twisted."

Harley wrapped her arms around Jason. She needed to be held, reassured, and to feel safe. She looked into Jason's face. "Tell me, tell me you won't let him get me, Jason." 

Jason held her close, his arms wrappedaround her comfortingly. "I won't let him get you, Harley. I promise. I'll protect you no matter what. You're safe with me."

Harley leaned into his embrace, feeling a small measure of comfort from the security and strength he provided. "I'm scared, Jason. I'm really scared." She admitted, her voice quiet and shaking.

Jason held her tighter, pressing her against him. "I know you are, and it's okay to be scared. But I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. You're going to be okay, I promise."

Jason sighs, his arms wrapping around her a little tighter as he holds her close. He nuzzles his face against her neck, his stubble scratching her soft skin a bit

"I'm so sorry, princess..."

He mumbles, his tone gentle and quiet, as he kisses the top of her head softly. 

Harley nodded, her face pressed against his chest. "I trust you, Jason. I really do." She said, her voice shaking slightly less than before.

Harley melts into his hold, feeling safe and secure in his arms. She feels his breath on the back of her neck, and it sends shivers down her spine. Her body fits snugly against his, and she could stay in this position forever.

Jason gently rolls her onto her back, hovering over her in the darkness. His lips find her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down to her neck and collarbone. He slowly pushes her shirt up, his hand running over her stomach and up to her chest, his touch gentle and loving

"My princess..." He mumbles, his voice low and gravelly with desire. 

Harley's breath catches in her throat as she feels his lips against her skin. 

She lets out a small gasp, her body arching closer to his touch. 

His hand on her stomach and chest sends jolts of pleasure through her body, and she can feel herself getting more and more worked up by the second.

"Jason..." She moans, her voice hoarse and needy.

She pushes up against him, her hands on his chest, trying to bring his body as close to hers as possible. 

Her fingers clutch at his shirt, her body on fire with desire. 

She can feel his weight on top of her, his body pressing down on hers, and it's both comforting and arousing at the same time. 

She whispers his name again, like a plea, and she can feel him growl against her skin.

 Jason moves up to her face, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. He pushes his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as he settles between her legs.

The kiss is hot and intense, and it ignites a fire within them both. Jason's hands start to roam over Harley's body, his touch firm and possessive. 

He presses closer to her, his body hot and hard against hers, and his tongue continues to tangle with hers in a hungry, dominant kiss.

Harley moans softly into the kiss, her body arching up against his. 

She can feel his need for her, his desire, and it only fuels her own hunger. 

Her hands move from his jacket to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft locks as she kisses him back with the same intensity.

He moves down to her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucks and teases it with his tongue, his hand moving up to tease the other one. 

He can feel her arching into his touch, and it makes him even more eager to please her. 

Harley gasps, arching her back sharply as his mouth and hands work their magic on her body. 

She can only think about the sensations he's inflicting on her, the fire they're both creating between them. 

Her hands dig into his shoulders, her fingers gripping him tightly as she tries to keep herself grounded.

Jason grins against her skin, loving the way she reacts to his touch. He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. 

His hands move down her body, tracing over her curves before reaching the waistband of her pants. 

He slowly starts to pull them down, kissing his way down her stomach as he does so. 

Harley lifts her hips, helping him to pull her pants down and off. She shivers as his lips trail down her stomach, her body quivering in anticipation. 

She's almost completely bare under him now, exposed and vulnerable, but she trusts him completely.

Harley moans, her head falling back against the bed as she trembles with pleasure. She can feel him everywhere, his lips on her skin, his hands on her body, and the heat pooling low in her stomach. It's overwhelming, and all she can think about is how badly she wants him.

Jason finally removes her pants, leaving her completely bare beneath him. 

He moves back up to her face, kissing her passionately as his hands run over her thighs and hips. He breaks the kiss, looking down at her with desire in his eyes

"God, you're beautiful... I can't believe you're mine..."

Harley looks up at him with a mixture of desire and emotion, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. "I am yours, Jason. All yours. And you're mine." 

Her hand moves up to his cheek, her touch gentle and affectionate. "I want you so badly...please, please take me."

Jason grins at her words, his eyes dark with desire. "Say it again." He commanded, his voice hoarse with need. "Tell me you're mine."

Jason's eyes darken with desire at her words, his heart swelling with affection and possessiveness. 

He leans down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as his hands grip her hips firmly.

"You have no idea how much I want you, princess..."

He mumbles against her lips, grinding his hips against hers, letting her feel just how much he wants her. 

Jason kisses her hungrily, his tongue tangling with hers as he starts to remove his clothes, tossing them to the floor

"You want me to show you, princess? You want me to take you and make you mine?"

Harley nods, her body pressed desperately against his. Her hands roam his bare chest, feeling the hard muscle and flesh beneath her fingertips. "Yes, Jason. Please...please take me, make me yours."

Jason moans, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her even closer to him. He kisses her hungrily, his tongue delving into her mouth. 

His body is pressed against her, his hands move to the waistband of her pants and deftly unbutton them. 

"You're mine, princess. Only mine." He growls, his voice filled with possession.

Jason pushes her pants down her legs, his hands running over her bare flesh.

 He kisses down her jawline, and then down her neck. He sucks on her pulse point, making her gasp. 

Harley nods, her body trembling beneath him. She feels so vulnerable and exposed, but it only heightens her arousal. 

Her mind is foggy with desire, and the only thing she can focus on is Jason's lips on her skin. 

Jason growls against her, her words stirring something deep within him. He rolls them over, so she's on top of him now. 

His hands slide up to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. His body is tense beneath her, and she can feel the heat radiating off of him. 

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he looks up at her, his eyes filled with raw desire. 

He lets her take control, watching her as she straddles him. He runs his hands over her body, his touch firm and possessive.

"You look so damn good on top of me, Harley." 

Harley moans, her body responding to his touch. 

She arches her back, pushing her chest out further and leaning down to press her lips to his. 

She runs her fingers through his hair, her hips grinding down against his. 

"You make me feel so good, Jason." She whispers against his lips.

Jason groans, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she grinds against him. He bucks his hips up, desperate for more friction. 

He captures her lips in a messy kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he pulls her down against him. 

"Fuck, you feel so good... I can't get enough of you...Harley."

Harley moans against his mouth, her body arching into his. She can feel the heat and hardness of him against her, and it's driving her crazy. Her hips grind down again, her body on fire with need. 

"God, Jason..." She gasps, her voice hitching in her throat. "I want you... I need you..."

Jason's breath hitches at her words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. 

He can feel his control slipping away as he looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire and passion. 

"You're going to be the death of me, princess..."

He mutters, his hands gripping her hips even tighter. 

Harley smirks down at him, her body still working against his. She runs her hands over his chest, her nails raking lightly down his flesh. 

She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Is that a bad thing, baby?" She whispers, her voice coy and teasing.

Jason groans, his hands gripping her hips even tighter as she moves against him. 

He can feel his control slipping even more, his body on the edge of losing control.

"You're a tease, you know that?" He grumbles, his voice low and rough.

"I know." Harley grins, her body grinding against his. 

She can feel him getting harder under her, and it only serves to fuel her own desire. "But you love it." She teases, her lips brushing against his jawline.

Jason lets out a ragged breath, his body tensing beneath her touch. He can feel the control slipping further and further away from him, and he doesn't want to stop it.

"You're going to drive me crazy, baby.." He mutters, his grip on her hips tightening.

Harley grins mischievously, loving the effect she's having on him. 

She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers.

"Good. I want you to lose control, Jason. I want you to give in to me completely..."

Jason's eyes roll back as she sucks and bites at his neck, leaving a trail of marks that will no doubt be visible for days. His hands move up to her back, his fingers digging into her skin as he tries to pull her closer. 

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess... I don't know how much longer I can hold back...baby." 

"Then don't." Harley replies, her voice sultry and seductive. Her body presses down against his, her lips moving down his chest. "Give in to me, baby. I know you want to."

Jason moans as she kisses down his chest, his body arching up to her touch. He can feel his control slipping even further, his body now practically begging for her.

"You have no idea how bad I want you, baby..." He growls, his voice thick with desire.

Harley grins, her lips curling up against his skin. She can feel the desperation in his voice, and it only fuels her own desire. She moves lower, her lips trailing down his abdomen, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake.

"Then show me, Jason. Show me how badly you want me." 

Harley lets out a gasp as he enters her, her body arching into his. She clings to him, her nails digging into his skin as she moves with him, meeting each of his thrusts with a desperate roll of her hips.

Jason grunts, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he matches her movements. 

He can feel her nails digging into his skin, the sharp pain only fueling his desire for her.

"You feel so good, princess.. So damn good.." He grunts between gasps.

Harley moans, her body moving with his in a frantic, desperate rhythm. She can feel him deep inside her, filling her in a way that drives her crazy. 

"Jason...Jason...please..." She gasps, her voice pleading and needy.

"Oh...yeah, Harley." Jason said, in complete ecstasy. 

Harley moans, her head thrown back in pleasure as he hits just the right spot inside her. 

She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as she moves against him."Yes, Jason... oh god, yes..."

Harley moans again, her body arching into his. She feels like she's on fire, every touch from him sending jolts of pleasure through her body. 

"Don't stop..please..don't stop.." She gasps, her body trembling with need.

"I'm not stopping, baby... I'm not going anywhere.." He grits out, his voice strained with effort. 

He can feel her body trembling against his, and it only drives him to move faster, to give her what she needs.

Harley is lost in a haze of pleasure, her body completely at Jason's mercy. 

She clings to him, her moans and gasps filling the air as he takes her harder and faster.

"Oh god... don't stop... please, don't stop..." Harley's body writhed against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. 

She felt so full, so completely and utterly consumed by him. 

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark with desire.

Harley's body arched up against his, her hips rolling desperately against him. She couldn't form the words to express what she needed, her mind fogged with desire and overwhelming need.

"Please.. Jason.. I need you... I need you to move... I need you to take me...please..." She managed to gasp out, her voice pleading. 

"Like this, baby? Is this how you wanted it?" Jason asked.

"Yes...yes, like that." Harley gasps, arching up into his thrust, her legs coming up to wrap around his hips. "Oh God, that's perfect."

Harley's eyes rolled back as she felt him spill inside her, her own orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure. 

She clung to him tightly, her body trembling and shaking as she rode out the aftershocks. 

"Jason...I can't...I need.." She gasped, her voice pleading and needy.

7

"Silent Night...Murder them right." 

Santa Claus walked around the property at Wayne Manor.  He had found the place just outside of the city limits. 

"Oh my God...he's at Wayne Manor." Robin said. 

"What?" Nightwing was shocked. 

"We have to get back and help Bruce. He's not healed up enough to fight." Batgirl said. 

The team got on their motorcycles and sped off toward the mansion. They had to get there before Santa got to Bruce, Alfred, or Selina. 

Santa's footsteps echoed loudly through the cold night air as he approached the manor. The sound of his heavy boots and the jingle of his sleigh bells seemed almost mocking in the silence.

Inside the manor, Bruce was seated in the Batcomputer chair, reviewing surveillance footage from earlier. His body was still weak and healing from the battle with the Bane.

Alfred hovered nearby, his eyes flickering to the windows every now and then. 

He was as worried as Bruce, if not more so, and he kept a close watch on any movement outside.

Selina was curled up on the couch in the sitting room, reading a book to distract herself from the anxiety.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, echoing through the halls of the manor. 

Bruce, Alfred, and Selina all froze, their eyes darting to the front door. 

It was the middle of the night, and who could possibly be at their doorstep at this hour?

"Alfred, see who it is, please." Bruce said, his voice strained with tension.

Alfred nodded and walked over to the front door, a sense of foreboding settling over him.

He slowly turned the lock and pulled the door open, revealing the large figure of Santa Claus standing before him.

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa boomed, his voice carrying a sinister undertone. "Merry Christmas, Alfred."

Alfred tensed, his jaw clenching. "What do you want? How did you find us?" he demanded, his voice firm.

Santa chuckled, his jolly facade slipping. "You know why I'm here, Alfred. I'm here to take care of unfinished business."

Inside the manor, Bruce and Selina had heard Santa's booming voice and exchanged a worried glance. They both knew something was very wrong.

Bruce carefully pushed himself to his feet, wincing at the pain. He hobbled over to the weapons vault, moving as discreetly as he could.

"Alfred, keep him talking," he whispered as he passed by.

Santa opened up his jacket and pulled a sawed off shotgun on Alfred's chest. The twisted look on his face was one of a grimace and pain.

"Have you been a good boy, Alfred?" Santa inquired. 

"Have you been honest?" Santa asked, his voice turning more sinister with each word. 

Alfred nodded slowly, his mind racing. "Yes, Santa. I've been honest to the best of my abilities."

"Have you told a lie lately?" Santa's voice was dripping with menace now, his eyes boring into Alfred. 

Alfred's mouth went dry. He had lied a few times in recent days, small lies to protect Bruce and Selina. But he couldn't say that now.

"No, Santa," Alfred managed to say, maintaining eye contact with the ominous figure before him. "I haven't told a lie."

Santa chuckled, his sinister smile growing wider. "Oh, Alfred, you're a poor liar."

Alfred's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He hoped Bruce would be ready soon.

Back in the Batcomputer room, Bruce struggled to gear up as quickly as he could. 

"Come on, come on..." he muttered, strapping his utility belt around his waist. 

He was weakened and still recovering from his injuries, but he had to be ready to fight.

Selina approached him, her eyes filled with worry. "Bruce, are you sure you should be doing this? You're not fully healed yet."

"I have to, Selina," Bruce grunted as he reached for a collapsible batarang. "I can't let Santa get any closer. I need to buy Alfred some time."

Alfred had had his eyes on Santa Claus, but just as quick he had disappeared quickly. 

"Santa...are you here?"  Alfred asked. 

Robin, Batgirl, and Nightwing, we're speeding towards the front door of the manor. 

"BOOM!" 

The shotgun fired. The sound echoed throughout the neighborhood. Alfred lay on the ground bleeding profusely from the hit he took from Santa's shotgun. 

Bruce's heart slammed against his chest when he heard the shotgun go off. The sound echoed in his ears, sending a wave of panic and anger through him.

Nightwing, Robin, and Batgirl burst through the front door just in time to see Alfred collapse to the ground.

"Alfred!" Bruce's voice was a mix of anger and desperation as he stumbled towards the foyer, his body still too weak to move as swiftly as he would have liked. 

Nightwing and the others froze for a moment, their eyes wide with shock and horror. 

But they quickly sprung into action, rushing to Alfred's side.

"Alfred, can you hear me?" Nightwing asked, dropping to his knees beside the butler. 

He examined the wound, his jaw clenching at the sight of it. It was bad.

"We have to stop the bleeding," Batgirl said, her voice shaking a little. 

She rummaged through her belt and pulled out a field medical kit. She quickly began trying to stem the blood flow.

Nightwing took charge, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "Robin, secure the rest of the area. Batgirl, stay with Alfred and try to stabilize him."

Robin nodded and quickly moved through the house, checking for any sign of Santa or further danger.

Bruce pushed himself forward, needing to reach Alfred's side. Each step was a struggle, his body protesting every movement. 

"Alfred..." he rasped, his voice thick with worry and anger. He knelt beside the old butler, his eyes fixed on the wound.

"Master Bruce, you shouldn't..." Alfred's voice was weak and labored, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "You're not yet healed..."

"Shut up, Alfred," Bruce snapped, his eyes never leaving the wound. 

He reached out and gently touched the older man's shoulder. 

"We're going to get you through this. You're not leaving us, you hear me?"

Robin could not believe what had happened. He couldn't believe that Alfred was on the floor. Shotgun wound bleeding out. He was absolutely pissed and wanted to kill Santa Claus. 

"I swear...I'm gonna kill that fat son of a bitch." Damian said.

He hopped on his motorcycle and he shot off back into Gotham City.  Robin had revenge on his mind. Anger in his heart. Ready to kill the murderous Santa Claus. 

Bruce was only slightly aware of Damian's departure, his focus solely on Alfred. He and the others continued to work to stop the bleeding and stabilize the old butler as best they could. 

"We need to get him to a hospital," Dick said, his voice tight with worry. "He needs medical attention, fast." 

Bruce nodded, but his mind was also elsewhere. If Santa Claus was still somewhere in the manor, and they had to deal with him.

"Batgirl, contact the others. We need backup," Bruce said, his voice firm. 

Batgirl quickly picked up her communicator and began calling for reinforcement, her voice urgent and clear. 

Meanwhile, Nightwing continued tending to Alfred's injury, trying to stop the bleeding. 

The room was tense, each minute that passed feeling like an hour. 

The fate of Alfred, and possibly all of Gotham, hung in the balance. 

Despite the chaos and tension in the room, Alfred managed to focus on Bruce. His voice was weak, but his eyes were intense.

"Master Bruce…you need to be careful. Santa knows your weaknesses. He'll use them against you…especially your current state..."

Bruce's jaw clenched at Alfred's words. He knew the butler was right – Santa had done his research and knew exactly how to exploit his weaknesses. But he couldn't let that stop him. Gotham, and Alfred himself, were at risk. 

"I'll be okay," he said firmly, but his voice lacked its usual conviction. It was clear that Alfred's wound was affecting him deeply, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Bruce's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle engine. He recognized the sound immediately. It was Damian's. 

"Damian," Bruce said, his voice a mixture of surprise and worry. "What is he doing here? He should be staying back..."

Just then, Damian stormed into the room, anger radiating off him in waves. He wasn't supposed to be here. 

He was supposed to stay away, but it was clear his emotions would not allow him to stand idly by. 

"I'm not staying back," Damian grunted, his voice filled with righteous fury. "I'm not letting that bastard Santa Claus get away."

Dick sighed, he knew he shouldn't have expected anything else from Damian. The boy was driven by his anger and thirst for revenge. 

"Damian, you can't go after Santa Claus alone. He's too dangerous," Dick tried to reason.

"Don't treat me like a child." Damian shot back, his eyes flashing. "Santa Claus is after us because of me. So I will handle it."

He started to walk away, his mind clearly set on confronting Santa. 

Bruce, knowing he couldn't sway the boy, and also knowing he was too weak to chase after him, had no choice but to let him go.

Dick and Barbara exchanged a worried look. They didn't like the idea of Damian going after Santa alone. 

But they also knew they couldn't stop him. He was too driven by anger right now, too focused on revenge. 

As Damian walked out the door, Dick spoke up again. "Just...be careful, Damian. Don't do anything reckless."

She walked over to him, her voice gentle but firm. "You need to rest, Bruce. You're in no condition to go after Santa Claus right now. 

Damian has his own mission, and we need to trust him to handle it."

Bruce barely heard her. His thoughts were consumed by the image of Alfred slumped in the chair, wounded and vulnerable. 

He couldn't shake the guilt and helplessness he felt in that moment.

Batgirl placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to gain his attention. "Bruce, listen to me. You're not helping anyone by exhausting yourself. Alfred needs you, but you have to be strong for him. And that means letting others handle things right now."

Bruce paused for a moment, his expression softening as he looked into her eyes. He could see the concern and determination in her gaze. 

He knew she was right. But the thought of just sitting back and letting others take the lead was a difficult pill to swallow.

"You're right," he finally said, his voice low and resigned. "I can't help anyone in this state. But I hate feeling so useless."

8

Jason and Harley ran into Damian. They could see that he was visibly pissed. The rage filled Robin had a different look. Jason had seen the boy hold his own against Bane. He could fight. That wasn't a question. 

"What's wrong, Robin?" Jason asked. 

"I'm going to find Santa, and I'm going to kill him. I'm not looking to apprehend him. I'm going to kill him." 

Jason and Harley exchanged a look, concern and surprise at Damian's words. 

They'd never seen him this angry before. Jason stepped forward, his voice measured. "What happened, Robin?" 

"He shot Alfred with a shotgun." Damian said. 

"I know, and we're all worried about him. But going after Santa Claus alone is suicidal, especially in this state of mind," Jason said, trying to reason with the boy.

Harley spoke up next, her tone softer than usual. "We don't want anything to happen to you, hon. We're all angry and want justice, but we can't let our emotions cloud our judgment."

"Robin, you can't go after Santa alone. He's too dangerous, and you're too... emotional right now." Red Hood said. 

Damian stopped in his tracks at Red Hood's words. He turned around, his eyes locking onto Red Hood, his irritation written all over his face. 

"I don't care if he's dangerous. I don't care if I'm emotional. I'm going to make Santa Claus pay for what he did to Alfred."

Red Hood's voice stayed firm. "And if you go charging in there without a plan, you're just gonna get yourself hurt. Or worse."  

Damian clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists. He knew Red Hood was right, but he hated being lectured.

Red Hood approached him, a serious look in his eyes. "Look, I get it. Believe me. We're all angry. But you charging in there blindly isn't gonna help Alfred. It's just gonna cause more problems. We need to think this through, come up with a plan."

Damian's look softened slightly as he looked into Jason's eyes. "OK...let's hear your plan. 

Red Hood placed his hand on Damian's shoulder, his look gentle. 

"First thing's first. We aren't gonna do anything until we know Alfred is stabilized and on the way to the hospital."

While they tried to figure out exactly what their plan would be, Santa had hit the bus station killing fifteen people, and injuring another twelve. 

"Have yourself a Merry little Christmas." Santa Claus shouted 

The police were on the scene quickly, but Santa Claus was gone. While they were sorting out the scene, old Saint Nick was sitting in the Iceberg Lounge Bar and Casino. 

"Can I buy you a drink, Santa." Harvey Dent asked. 

"I don't mind if you do." Santa Claus replied.  

Harvey smiled and signaled for the bartender. The bartender came and Harvey said, "Scotch. Neat." 

The bartender nodded and poured the drink. Harvey turned to face Santa, holding his own drink in hand. "So, what brings the legendary Santa Claus to Gotham on Christmas Eve?"

Santa chuckled and took a slow sip of his drink. "Ah, Gotham. A city I know very well."

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes flickering over the casino. 

"And as for why I'm here, well, I'm in a bit of a... bad mood, let's say."

Harvey's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A bad mood? You, Santa Claus? That's not something you hear every day." 

He took a sip of his scotch, regarding Santa with a curious eye. "What's got you so worked up on Christmas?"

Santa's smile turned into a sneer. "Oh, you know. The usual. Naughty children, ungrateful adults controlling it all." 

Santa downed the rest of his drink and signaled for another one.

"You see...they could've saved this little girl, but they didn't help her. My little girl." Santa Claus said. 

Harvey Dent looked at the photograph and it seemed to pull him into the situation. He felt the pain of the father, and the hurt of the little girl. The anger that builds, and Christmas to ignite the fuse. 

Harley listened closely, her concern growing as she heard the emotion in Santa's voice. She had a soft spot for innocent children, and the idea of a little girl being hurt and ignored tugged at her heartstrings.

Jason and Harley exchanged glances as they listenedintently to Santa's story. 

Harley could sense the slight tension in Jason's body. He was obviously affected by the conversation as well, but he was better at hiding it than she was.

"We have to find out who he's talking about," Jason said quietly, turning to Harley. "If we can figure out who this little girl is, we might be able to get a lead on what Santa is planning."

Harley nodded, her mind racing. "But how? We don't even know her name. And we can't exactly waltz into the Iceberg Lounge and start asking questions."

"We'll have to be discreet," Jason said, his voice low. "We'll have to find a way in that doesn't draw too much attention. But first, we need more information on this little girl."

Harley's eyes suddenly widened as an idea came to her. "Wait a minute. I might know who this little girl is."

Jason turned to her, surprise and expectation in his eyes. "Who is she?"

"Her name is Holly White, if I'm not mistaken," Harley replied. "She’s the daughter of a low-level drug dealer. She's been in and out of the orphanage for years. I've seen her there a few times. Poor kid's life was rough."

Jason's eyes narrowed, realization and anger crossing his face. "Holly White... I remember her. We've busted a few dealers in that area before."

Jason's jaw clenched. "We need to get to her before Santa Claus does. Do you know where she is right now?"

Harvey Dent listened to Santa Claus tell the most horrible story about how they neglected his daughter, and how excruciating bone cancer had been on her, and how bad she suffered from the battle and eventually the treatment, but only after it was too late. 

Harvey's face was a stoic mask, but inside his heart was heavy. He knew too well the pain of losing a child, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for Santa. 

But he also knew better than to get too involved in this. This was Batman's territory, and he was sure the Caped Crusader wouldn't appreciate him sticking his nose in it.

The Penguin knew who this man sitting at his bar was. When he looked at him he saw a level of evil that made him uncomfortable. He picked up the phone and called the police department. 

"Hey...this is Oswald Cobblepot at the Iceberg. Listen, we've got Santa Claus sitting at the bar with, Dent." 

He hung the phone up. Then stood there watching Santa talk to Harvey about his daughter. Then Santa looked at Penguin. He winked at him before exiting the bar. 

The news of Santa's presence at the Iceberg Lounge spread like wildfire through the Gotham City PD.

Commissioner James Gordon, hearing the news, quickly put together a task force to deal with the situation. "This is not a drill, people. We've got Batman's biggest rogue out there on Christmas Eve and I want him apprehended."

The police officers scrambled to get into position, their hearts racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. They all knew Santa Claus was no ordinary criminal, and taking him down would be no easy task.

Jim Gordon looked at his officers, his face grim. "Okay, we don't know what he's planning, but we need to be ready for anything. Be careful, people. This isn't some petty thief or a low-level thug. This is Santa Claus."

The officers nodded, their faces determined. They knew they had to stay focused and stay alive. 

Meanwhile, outside the Iceberg Lounge, Santa Claus was making his way down the alleyways, whistling a merry tune.

Then he ran into Damian Wayne, the Red Robin. "Oh Santa, I've been looking for you. I'm about to be a bad boy." 

Robin took a combat position and stood in front of Santa. He was ready to strike at the slightest movement from Santa. 

"So you think you know about pain and anger, young man." Santa asked. 

"Yeah...maybe I know something about it." Robin said. 

"Do you think you know something about hurt?" Santa asked. "You know nothing, boy. Nothing at all." 

Robin's eyes narrowed at Santa's words. He could feel the anger boiling inside him, but he also knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him.

 He remained focused, his muscles tense and ready for action.

Robin's eyes narrowed at Santa's words. He could feel the anger boiling inside him, but he also knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him. He remained focused, his muscles tense and ready for action.

"I may not know your pain," he said, his voice steady. "But I know about justice. And I intend to make sure you pay for what you've done to Alfred and Gotham City." 

Santa Claus chuckled at the rage within the boy. "Oh boy, you see, Alfred is going home for the holidays." 

Robin's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, a wave of anger crashing over him. "What the hell do you mean?" he gritted out between clenched teeth.

Santa's smile turned into a sinister sneer. "Let's just say he's no longer among the living." 

Robin's heart skipped a beat, his mind struggling to process those words. "You...you killed him?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

9

Nightwing had gotten Alfred to the hospital. Then he found Batgirl who'd been searching for Robin. She had been unable to find him. Nightwing hadn't seen him anywhere either. 

Robin stood before Santa Claus and on the wrong end of the shotgun. He was starring down the barrel of the same gun that had shot Alfred. 

Batgirl stepped up to Nightwing's side, her eyes widened in shock at the scene unfolding before them. "Where's Robin?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Nightwing's chest tightened with worry. "I don't know. I last saw him heading towards the Iceberg Lounge. He must've gone after Santa Claus himself."

Batgirl's eyes widened even further, her heart skipping a beat. "He what?" she whispered. "Why didn't you stop him?"  

Nightwing's jaw clenched as guilt washed over him. "I tried. But you know how stubborn he is. When he makes up his mind, it's hard to change it."

Batgirl let out a frustrated huff, her worry for Robin growing with every passing moment. "Dammit, he's going to get himself killed," she muttered. "We have to find him, now."

Nightwing nodded, his heart racing with a mix of worry and fear. "You're right. He's out there somewhere going after Santa Claus all alone. We need to find him before it's too late."

Batgirl's mind raced, trying to figure out where Robin could have gone. "He was heading towards the Iceberg Lounge," she said finally. "Let's start there."

Nightwing nodded and they quickly made their way towards the Iceberg Lounge, hoping they would find Robin unharmed and not at the mercy of Santa Claus.

They arrived at the Iceberg Lounge and pushed through the doors, their eyes scanning the room. The place was full of people, some having drinks and some just there to gamble.

Nightwing and Batgirl moved through the crowd, asking people if they had seen a boy in a Robin costume around. Most just shook their head and went back to what they was doing, but a few pointed towards the alleyway.

Batgirl's heart raced as they made their way to the alleyway, fearing what they might find. 

They emerged into the dark, dimly lit alley and immediately spotted Robin standing in front of Santa Claus, a shotgun pointed at him.

"Robin!" Batgirl exclaimed, fear and worry in her voice. 

Nightwing's jaw clenched as he stared at the scene before them. "What the hell was he thinking?" he muttered under his breath.

Robin's eyes flickered over to Nightwing and Batgirl, relief briefly washing over his face. But he quickly turned his attention back to Santa Claus, determination in his eyes. "Stay back," he warned, his voice shaky but determined. "I've got this."

Batgirl and Nightwing exchanged a look, both of them clearly worried about Robin's safety. But they knew there was nothing they could do except watch. 

Santa Claus chuckled, the barrel of the shotgun never faltering. "Oh boy, you think you can take me down all on your own? How adorable."

Robin bristled at the mockery in Santa's tone. "I'm not a kid anymore," he spat, his voice growing firmer. "I've been through training, I've been in battles. I'm not afraid of you."

Santa chuckled again, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the young man. "Oh, I know you're not afraid. I can see it in your eyes. You're angry. You're full of rage. And that makes you dangerous."

Robin's hands tightened around the handles of his bo staff. He knew Santa could see through his tough facade. 

He couldn't let Santa's words get to him. "You're right. I am angry. I'm furious. And I'm going to make sure you pay for what you've done."

Santa clapped his hands together slowly, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Oh boy, you have guts, I'll give you that. But you're way out of your league here, boy. You're playing with the big boys now."

Santa clapped his hands together slowly, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Oh boy, you have guts, I'll give you that. But you're way out of your league here, boy. You're playing with the big boys now."

Robin's jaw clenched as Santa taunted him. He knew he was in over his head, but he also knew he couldn't just back down now. "I don't care who you are. I don't care how powerful you think you are. I'm not backing down. I can't, not after what you did to Alfred."

The mention of Alfred's name seemed to anger Santa even more. He took a step closer to Robin, the barrel of the shotgun pressing against his chest. "Let's get one thing straight, you little punk. Do not mention Alfred's name again."

Robin's eyes flared with anger and defiance. "You don't get to tell me what to do," he spat, gritting his teeth. "I'll say his name as many times as I damn well please."

Santa's expression darkened, the shotgun pressing even harder into Robin's chest. "You dare talk back to me, boy? I could blow a hole through you with this shotgun without a second thought."

Robin's heart raced, but he refused to back down. "Then do it," he challenged, staring defiantly at Santa. "Go ahead and pull the trigger. But it won't change the fact that I won't stop until you pay for taking Alfred away from me."

Santa's face twisted with anger, the shotgun shaking in his hand. "You're a fool, boy. You think you can threaten me like this? You think you have any power over me?"

Robin's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I don't care if I can't defeat you. I don't care if I die trying. I will make you pay. No matter what, I will see justice served."

Santa's anger flared, the barrel of the shotgun trembling in his hand. "You're just a pesky little insect, you know that? A thorn in my side. And I have a real good way of handling annoying pests..."

Robin tensed, ready to react to the smallest movement from Santa. "Do it then," he challenged, his voice steady despite the fear that was coursing through his veins. "Pull the trigger. But know that I won't go down without a fight."

Santa's expression darkened, his finger resting on the trigger. "You're a brave one, I'll give you that. But all that bravery means nothing if you're dead."

Robin's heart pounded hard in his chest, but he didn't back down. "Maybe so. But I'd rather die fighting for what's right than live in a world where people like you can do what they want without consequences."

Santa's eyes flared with anger. "You're just a naive, idealistic boy. You think the world is good and full of justice and love. Well, let me tell you something, boy. The world isn't like that. It's cold and harsh and cruel. And sometimes, people like me have to step in and make sure people like you remember their place."

Robin's expression darkened. "My place? And what is my place, exactly? To just stand back and watch as you cause pain and suffering to innocent people? To just follow your orders like a good little soldier?"

Santa's smile twisted into a cruel sneer. "Exactly. You're just a little puppet, following orders, doing what you're told. You think you're a hero, but you're nothing but a mindless tool. And it's time you learn your place, boy."

Robin's grip on his bo staff tightened, his knuckles turning white. "My place is to fight for justice, to protect the innocent. And I won't let a self-centered, egotistical maniac like you tell me otherwise."

Santa stepped even closer to Robin, the shotgun almost touching his chest. "You're nothing but a pathetic little boy, playing dress-up in a stupid costume. You think you're a hero, but you're just a kid in a cape. And I can end your little game right here and now."

Robin's chest tightened, his pulse racing. But he stood his ground, his eyes never leaving Santa's. "I might be young and inexperienced. But I have more fight in me than you could ever imagine. And I will never, EVER, give up on justice. Even if it costs me my life."

Santa's smile widened. "You know what, boy? You're starting to get on my nerves. Maybe it's time to show you just how serious I am."

Robin braced himself, ready for anything. "Go ahead and try it," he challenged, his voice steady.

Santa chuckled, his finger resting on the trigger. "Oh, I will. And I'll enjoy every second of it."

Batgirl and Nightwing watched on in horror, their worry for Robin growing by the second. 

They wanted to intervene, but they knew they couldn't take on Santa Claus alone.

Robin's heart raced, his mind trying to come up with a plan, any plan to get out of this situation. 

But all he could do was stand there, facing down Santa Claus and the barrel of a shotgun.

Robin's gut tightened, but he knew he couldn't back down now. "Yeah," he said, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through his veins. "My last words are this. I will never give up. And I will never, EVER, let you win."

Santa chuckled, his finger still resting on the trigger. "Any last words, boy?"

Robin's heart raced, and he tensed in anticipation. He knew this was it. He had to do something, or he was done for.

Santa's smile twisted into a cruel sneer. "Well, you're just as stubborn as I thought. But it's time to put an end to your little rebellion once and for all."

Red Hood walked quietly up behind Santa. He drew his katana blades as he approached the Sadistic Santa Claus. With a swift motion that was lightning fast the blade went through his neck with a wet sounding slash. 

Santa Claus was still standing after his head rolled off his body. 

Robin's jaw dropped as he stared at the sight before him. His heart still raced from the adrenaline of the situation, but he couldn't believe what had just happened.

Batgirl and Nightwing were just as shocked as he was, watching as the once terrifying figure of Santa Clause stood headless before them.

Red Hood stood there, his breathing steady, as he looked at the headless Santa Claus. 

His face was set in a stoic mask, hiding any emotions that he may have been feeling.

Red Hood shrugged, a small smirk on his face. "He had it coming," he said, holstering his katana blades.

Nightwing stepped closer, his eyes on Red Hood. "What were you thinking, Red Hood? You could have gotten yourself killed."

"I could not risk him killing Damian. Like Alfred once told me, the boy will be the best to do what we do. Better than, Batman." Jason said. 

Nightwing nodded slowly, still a little stunned. "You're right. But you should have waited for backup. We could have come up with a plan together."

Red Hood shifted his weight, his gaze flicking over to Robin. "There wasn't time. I had to act fast. You can't always wait for backup, Nightwing. Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands."

Nightwing let out a sigh, knowing that Red Hood had a point. "I know that. But sometimes, you can't just act rashly. You need to think things through."

Batgirl walked up to the two of them. She had a proud look on her face. "We can talk about that later. We need to check on Alfred." 

Nightwing nodded, his focus shifting to Batgirl's words. "You're right. Let's check on Alfred."

They all made their way towards Arkham Asylum, their minds racing with thoughts and emotions from the encounter with Santa Claus.

As they arrived at Arkham Asylum, Batman was waiting for them outside. His eyes widened with surprise as he saw Red Hood among the group.

"Red Hood," Batman said, his voice deep and gravelly. "What are you doing here?"

Batman's eyes narrowed, but he didn't press the issue. "We have more important things to worry about," he said, his gaze shifting to Batgirl, Nightwing, and Robin. "How did things go with Santa Claus?"

Nightwing spoke up, recounting the events that had happened in the alleyway. "We got there just as Santa had Robin at gunpoint. Red Hood came just in time and took care of him."

Batman nodded, his expression solemn. "I see. And everyone is alright?"

They all nodded, with Robin speaking up. "I'm fine, Batman. Just a little shaken up."

Batman's eyes softened slightly as he looked at Robin. "I'm glad to hear that. But you should never have confronted him alone like that. You could have gotten yourself killed."

Robin bristled at the critique, but he knew Batman was right. "I know, but I couldn't just stand back and do nothing. I had to try to stop him, for Alfred's sake."

Batman's expression softened even more. "I understand your desire to seek justice, Robin. But you have to be careful. You're still young, and you don't have the experience yet to take on dangerous individuals like Santa Claus on your own."

The team took on a very tough challenge. Santa presented them with an extremely difficult set of challenges. They took him down. 

10

Jason saw Harley standing away from the rest of the Bat Family. Everything came into prospective for her that night. She saw the true love and respect that the team held for each other. 

"How is my, girl?" Jason asked. 

"I'm better than I've been in a long time." Harley answered. 

Jason walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He wanted her to feel the safety and love his arms provided. She deserved to feel good and be happy. Bad things happen, but she overcame.

Harley leaned into Jason's embrace, feeling the safety and warmth of his arms around her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her, despite the chaos and danger that surrounded them.

"Thank you, Jason," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper. "For being here for me."

Jason tightened his embrace, his arms holding her close. "Always, Harley," he replied quietly. "You're not alone in this, remember that."

Harley nodded, her head resting against his chest. She knew she wasn't alone in this. She had Jason and the rest of the Bat family. They had each other's backs, no matter what.

She looked up at him, her eyes soft. "Let's go somewhere and talk, okay?"

"Okay..." Jason said. 

She took his hand, her steps light as they walked out of the Batcave together. I want to show you something.

Jason allowed himself to be led by Harley, their hands clasped together. He trusted her implicitly, following her lead without question. He was curious about what she wanted to show him, but he was content simply being by her side.

As they navigated the dimly lit streets of Gotham, Jason kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, ever vigilant for any potential threats. But his attention was also on Harley, the way her steps were light and sure, the way the moonlight danced in her eyes.

They finally stopped in front of a small, secluded park. The street lights illuminated the area, providing just enough light to see by. Harley turned to face Jason, her expression filled with a mixture of uncertainty and determination.

"Promise me you won't laugh at what I'm about to show you," Harley said, her voice a gentle plea.

Jason looked at her, his expression sincere. "I promise, Harley. I won't laugh. You know I never would."

Harley let out a deep breath, his words soothing her nerves. "Okay, close your eyes."

Jason obeyed, letting his eyes flutter closed. He felt a sense of vulnerability in the darkness, but he trusted Harley implicitly.

Jason nodded, his grip slightly tightening on her hands. He could hear the sound of her breathing, smell her perfume. He trusted her completely, more than anyone in the world.

Harley led him deeper into the park, navigating the path with familiarity. They stopped in a secluded spot, shielded from view by trees and bushes. The only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, her gaze distant. "I just... I wanted to come here, to this spot, because it's where it all began for us."

She turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know what would make this moment even better?"

"What, baby?" Jason asked. 

"If we did it here... Don't you think it would be exciting?" Harley says. 

She giggled. "You're so innocent, Jason. I love that about you." She licked her lips seductively. "But I think you have another side to you. Don't you?"

Jason's eyes widened in surprise at Harley's suggestion. His heart beat faster as he felt the implications of her words. He knew what she was suggesting, but something about the way she said it, it sounded like she was teasing him. 

"You really want to... here?" he asked, his voice betraying a bit of disbelief.

Harley chuckled, her hand tracing a line down his chest. "Of course I do, baby. I know you're a bit... inexperienced in that department, but trust me... I'll take good care of you."

Jason felt a combination of desire and nervousness, but the promise in Harley's words made his heart race. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt for her, and the thought of being with her here, under the moonlit sky... it was tempting.

"Harley..." he began, his voice low and uncertain. But before he could say anything else, she shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"Shh... just trust me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Let go and just feel."

Jason swallowed, feeling a shiver run down his spine at her words. He couldn't help but be drawn in by her seductive confidence. He wanted her, there was no denying that.

Harley pressed herself against him, her body molding against his. She could feel his heart racing, the tension in his muscles, the desire thrumming beneath his skin. She smiled, knowing that she had him now.

"Just relax," she murmured. "Let me take the lead."

Jason nodded, his eyes still closed. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing pulse, and surrender to the moment.

Harley gently guided him to a nearby park bench, the metal and wood cool under his thighs as he sat down. She straddled his lap, her legs framing his hips, her hands resting on his chest.

He could feel the heat radiating off of her body, the scent of her hair and skin clouding his senses. He started to reach for her, to pull her closer, but she caught his hands and pinned them back to the bench.

"No touching... yet," she said, her voice sultry. "Just feel... just experience."

Jason let out a ragged exhale, his body thrumming with tension and need. He wanted to touch her, to run his hands over her skin, to feel her response to his touch. 

But he obeyed her command, keeping his hands firmly planted on the bench.

Harley leaned down, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Good boy..."

She nuzzled his neck, her lips tracing a path down to the sensitive spots on his throat. 

He involuntarily arched into her touch, his pulse hammering in his veins.

She could feel the effect she was having on him, and it fueled her own desire. 

She nipped and kissed his neck, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. 

He groaned, the sound low and guttural, as he struggled to keep his hands on the bench.

"You're doing so well," she murmured, her lips moving downward to his collarbone. "You want to touch me, don't you? To run your hands over my body, to feel my skin beneath your fingertips?"

Jason nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes...god, yes..."

It was torture, sitting there and not being able to touch her, to feel her under his hands.

Harley smiled against his skin, her hands roaming up his chest. "Soon, baby. I promise. But for now, I want you to just sit back and enjoy the ride."

She moved closer, her hips grinding against his lap, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"Harley, please..." he whispered, his voice hoarse. 

He was on the edge of control, his body taut as a bowstring. He wanted her, desperately. But he fought the urge to grab her, to take what he wanted.

Harley pulled back slightly, her lips hovering just millimeters from his. "Patience, baby. Good things come to those who wait."

She could feel his restraint, the way his muscles trembled beneath her touch. She knew he was close to breaking, and she loved it.

Harley smiled, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. "You're doing so good, baby. Just a little longer. I promise it'll be worth it."

She continued to move against him, her hands tracing tantalizing patterns on his chest and arms. 

She loved the way his body reacted to her touch, the way his breathing quickened and his muscles tensed.

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut as he struggled to hold back his reactions.

 Every movement of Harley’s body against his made it harder for him to resist her. 

He could feel himself getting more and more aroused, his mind clouded with desire.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke, but it came out as a strained whisper. “Harley…please, I can’t take much more.”

Harley laughed, the sound a low, seductive purr. "You can take it. You're doing so well, baby. Just let go."

She moved her lips to his ear, her voice a whisper. "I want you to say it. Say you're mine."

Her hands moved lower, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to trace the muscles of his stomach.

Jason closed his eyes, his breath hitching as her hands moved lower. He could feel himself losing control, his body responding to her touch in ways he couldn’t control.

“I’m yours… completely,” he gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper. He opened his eyes, looking at her with a mixture of desire and surrender. “Only yours.”

Harley smiled, satisfied with his response. "That’s right, baby. You belong to me."

She rewarded his submission with a lingering kiss on the mouth, her tongue dancing with his. As she kissed him, her hands wandered lower, tracing the edge of his belt.

Jason groaned into the kiss, his body arching into her touch as she teased him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as he lost himself in the feeling of her lips against his.

He could feel the heat building between them, his desire growing with every passing moment. He didn’t care that they were in a public place, all he cared about was her and the pleasure she was giving him.

Harley pulled back from the kiss, a sly smile on her face as she noticed his restraint. “Good boy,” she whispered, her voice filled with approval.

She continued to tease him, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin as she moved her lips to his neck. 

She nipped and sucked at his sensitive skin, marking him as hers for all to see.

"Now, now," Harley chided, a sly smile on her face. "Hands to yourself, remember?"

She continued to kiss him, her lips trailing down his neck and collarbone. Her fingers continued their descent, unbuckling his belt with deft movements.

Jason's body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more. He wanted her so badly he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything except the feel of her lips on his skin and the press of her body against his.

Harley chuckled softly as she felt his body respond to her, enjoying the power she had over him. She unzipped his pants, her fingers brushing against the hardness straining against the fabric.

“So eager,” she teased, her voice low and sultry. “I love how much you want me, baby.”

Jason was losing control, his restraint fraying with every passing second. He wanted her, needed her, desperately. The feel of her fingers on him, the sound of her voice... it was maddening.

He couldn’t form words anymore, all he could do was breathe her name, “Harley…oh god, Harley.”

Harley loved the sound of her name on his lips, the way it sounded like a prayer. "That's it, baby. Say my name. Say it like you mean it."

Her fingers continued to tease him, tracing the outline of his hardness through the fabric. 

She knew she was driving him insane, and she loved every second of it.

Harley loved seeing him like this, completely undone and at her mercy. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, baby,” she purred. “So desperate for me.”

She continued to tease him, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin as she spoke. “You know I love to see you beg, Jason. Beg for me to touch you, to take you.”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Beg me again, Jason,” she commanded, her eyes locked on his. “I want to hear you say it like you mean it.”

Jason's body was tense, his muscles trembling with need. He repeated her name over and over, like a mantra. "Harley, Harley, Harley, Harley..."

He wanted to touch her, to feel her skin, to take control. But he couldn't, not yet. Not until she said he could.

Harley knew he was on the verge of breaking, his control hanging by a thread. She wanted to push him a little further, to see just how far he would go for her.

"You want to touch me, don't you, baby?" she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "You want to run your hands over my body, to feel me beneath your fingers. But you won't, will you? Not until I give you permission."

Jason groaned, his body taut with tension. "Yes. Yes, I want to touch you, so badly. But I won't. Not until you say I can."

It was a sweet torment, the need to touch her, to feel her skin, to claim her. But he would wait, for her, for as long as she wanted.

"Good boy," Harley said, her voice filled with praise. "You're doing so good, baby. So good."

She finally took mercy on him, her hands moving to the waistband of his underwear. She slowly pulled them down, exposing him to her touch.

Jason's breath hitched as he felt the cool night air against his skin. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but he trusted her. And the way she looked at him, with desire and possession, it was almost too much.

She leaned forward, her hand wrapping around his hardness. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice possessive. “All mine.”

Jason groaned, his body arching into her touch. "Yes. Yours. All yours," he panted, his voice hoarse with need.

Harley smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That’s right,” she said, her hand slowly stroking him. “You belong to me, Jason. Your body, your mind, your heart… they’re all mine.”

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “And I’m going to take you, right here, right now.”

Harley smiled at his surrender, loving the way he gave himself over to her. She began to move her hand, her grip firm and steady.

"That's right, baby," she murmured.

 "You're mine, to do with as I please. And I'm going to take good care of you. You trust me, right?"

"Yes," Jason breathed, his words coming out in a rush. "I trust you. I'll do anything you say."

He meant it. In that moment, all he cared about was the feel of her hand on him and the sound of her voice.

Harley smiled, pleased with his response. "That's what I like to hear."

She continued to move her hand, her pace slow and steady. She loved the power she held over him, the way he responded to her touch. But she knew he was close to the edge, and she wasn’t done with him yet.

Harley leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You want to come for me, don't you, baby?" she whispered, her voice sultry and commanding. "But you won't, not until I give you permission. You'll wait for me, won't you?"

Jason nodded, his body trembling with need. He was so close, teetering on the edge of release. But he didn’t want to disappoint her, to displease her. He would wait for her, as long as she wanted. "Yes. I’ll wait for you," he panted.

"Good boy," Harley praised, her hand gradually increasing her speed. "You're doing so good, baby. Just a little longer."

She could feel him straining, his body desperate for release. But he stayed there, hanging on the edge of pleasure and pain. 

Jason's breath came in ragged gasps, his body taut as a bowstring. 

He didn’t know how much more he could take, how much longer he could hold on. 

But he was determined to please her, to prove his submission to her. "Harley...please...I can’t…"

She slowed her hand, her touch light and teasing. “Not yet, baby,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “You have to hold on for me. Just a little longer.”

Jason groaned, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his release. “I…I don’t know if I can,” he panted. “You’re driving me crazy.”

"I know," Harley murmured, her voice soft and seductive. "But you can do it, baby. You’ve been so good for me. Just a little bit longer. I promise it’ll be worth it."

 He focused on her voice, her touch, the way she made him feel. He could do this, for her. He could hold on, just a little bit longer. "I’ll try," he panted.

He gritted his teeth, fighting against the overwhelming desire to let go. He focused on her voice, her commands, trying to hold back his release.

Harley could see the desperation in his eyes, the way he was fighting to obey her. She knew he was on the verge of breaking, and she loved it.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “I know what you need, baby,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “You need to let go for me. You need to surrender completely.”

“I...I can’t...I need—“ he panted, his body shaking with the effort. Jason shuddered at her words, his body reacting to the promise of release. He wanted to surrender, to give in to the pleasure she was offering.

“Please…” he begged, his voice ragged with need. “Let me… let me come for you.”

"Not yet," she replied, her voice firm but gentle. "You haven't earned it yet, baby.

"I...I'll try," he panted, his voice strained with effort. "I'll hold on, but...it's so hard."

Harley smiled at his submission, pleased with his obedience. "I know it is, baby," she murmured. "But you’re doing so good. You’re being so good for me. Just a little longer, and then I’ll give you what you want."

She resumed her motions, her hand moving faster now, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. 

He was straining, his body trembling with need. “Please,” he panted. “Please, I need… I can’t hold on much longer. I can’t take it.”

"Shh," she purred, her voice soft and soothing. "Just hold on a little longer. You’re doing so good, baby. You’re so close, but you have to hold on. For me. Be a good boy and hold on for me."

Jason felt like he was going to explode, his body trembling with need. He was so close, so desperately close. 

But he held back, his focus solely on her voice, on her commands, on pleasing her. “I…I can’t take much more,” he panted. “I’m going to burst.”

Jason couldn’t hold back any longer. The words, the command in her voice, the feel of her hand, it was too much. 

He tipped over the edge, his body spasming as he came hard, his release shook his entire fiundation. 

Harley smiled down at him, her hand still gently stroking him. "You did so good, baby," she murmured, her voice soft and affectionate. "So damn good for me. You deserve your reward. And you're welcome."

He looked up at Harley, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.