Marvel: Batman x Ironman

Bruce's hand shot to the dashboard, pressing a hidden button near the gear shift. Instantly, the car's defense systems are activated. A shimmering blue energy shield enveloped the vehicle, absorbing the oncoming flames with a crackling hiss. Inside, Harley yelped and ducked instinctively before glaring at the fiery figures outside.

Seeing the shield, they stopped spewing fire.

"Are you kidding me?!" Harley shouted angrily, scowling at the glowing man in the middle, "You gotta be joking! Is this how you planned to spend the night? Fuckin' fiery bozo punks think you're gonna waste the Great Harls Quinze's awesome date! Ha! Take this shit!" She got out of the car and pulled the gun strapped to her thigh. Morgan told her to keep her mallet away during the date, but she said nothing about guns. "I didn't wanna shoot no one, but I gotta!" She pressed the trigger and the sound of bullets against the sound of the shield.

Bang! Bang!

Harl shot multiple times at the guy on her side, but all the bullets ricocheted as he leaned over with a grin, before another tongue of flame emerged from his open mouth, which went straight to her face and the rest of her body, setting her dress on fire! She stood there for a moment.

Bruce on the other hand scanned those attackers' faces but it was useless. There were no records, not even a damn name anywhere. His left eye twitched as he saw those clueless bastards burning down Harley. Little did they know that an attack of that level wouldn't even leave a scratch on her evolved body, but her dress... Well, that was an entirely different matter.

Harley walked forward and grabbed the guy who was spewing fire at her by his mouth and crushed his jaw, forcing his mouth shut. The other five rushed toward her, their bodies glowing with the fire. They punched, kicked, and threw fire at her, but it didn't do any damage. All it did was make her even more angry.

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Harley stood amidst the flaming chaos, her once pristine dress now in tatters, revealing a lot more skin than he'd anticipated. But even at the moment, she had a bit of her sanity to dress up. She used the nanites in her bracelet. Within seconds, the nanites spread over her, creating a silvery armor on her body.

She threw the guy with broken jaws into a nearby streetlight. The metal pole bent on impact and electric sparks scattered around the area.

Harley turned to the remaining attackers. Her eyes were glowing red in anger. "You ruined my dress! This was supposed to be a perfect date!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the street. "Now I gotta kick all your fiery butts and hope Bruce still thinks I'm pretty."

One of the attackers lunged at her with a flaming fist, but she sidestepped with ease, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back with a sickening crack. She leaned in close, grinning maniacally. "Y'know, I was tryin' to be a lady tonight. He even complimented me and we were supposed to be kissin' many many times, but your bozos ruined it. Now, I'mma have to kill you all."

Her grip tightened and she tore his arm clean off. The man let out a scream of agony. She then threw him high up in the air. Well, he almost reached the outer atmosphere, but luckily not that far to float out of the Earth's atmosphere. But when he fell, it was a ball of fiery energy.

Bang! The guy exploded as his body crashed into the ground, leaving a crater. The heat wave was so intense it melted the asphalt, forming a puddle of molten rock and glass. The remaining four overloaded their energy and rushed toward Harley.

She was hit by a series of flaming fists, but none of them did anything. She was unphased. Then they all grabbed her and exploded. It looked like a massive explosion, fire, and shockwaves spreading far and wide.

Bruce took a deep breath and blew out a stream of ice breath, freezing the fire before they could reach the surrounding area. He shook his head at what he just saw.

Harley walked out of the sizzling smoke, "Can you believe it? They blew themselves up." She walked toward Bruce and stopped before him. "So, where were we?"

He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips met hers in a heated kiss. His mouth moved against hers, exploring and teasing as if she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. She melted into him, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

"You are badass, Harley," he said when they finally broke apart.

Harley grinned widely. "You ain't angry with Harl, are ya? I mean, my dress burned to ashes and those guys are all dead and I was carrying a gun on our date, although I don't need one, and..."

Before she could continue rambling, he silenced her with another kiss. "You're perfect."

She blushed furiously, averting her eyes. "Oh... thank you... Umm, so... now what? Should I take this armor off? You know, it will give you something nice to look at." She winked playfully, earning a chuckle from Bruce.

"How about we pick it up at home?"

"Oh, ok. Alright." Harley was just glad Bruce didn't scold her for fighting without his permission. But she replayed his words, 'You're badass... You're perfect.' The thought brought a smile to her face as she got into the car.

'He thinks I'm perfect.'

They drove in silence for a while until Harley broke it again. "Hey, Batsy?"

Bruce glanced at her. "Yes?"

"I had fun. Even if our first date got interrupted by fiery bozos and all that jazz."

His expression softened. "Me too. Let's do this again soon."

She beamed at him. "I'd love that!"

On the way, Bruce called Natasha and told her to take care of the mess from the explosion and asked her to investigate those failed Extremis experiments. He would have gone out there to investigate himself, but with Harley by his side, he didn't want to leave her alone on their first date night.

...

Bruce kept his focus on the road as Harley gazed out the window, the adrenaline from their encounter with the fiery attackers slowly dissipating. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white as they sped through the streets, the hum of the car engine filling the comfortable silence.

Instead of heading toward the house, Bruce veered off toward the docks. Harley, noticing the change in direction, raised an eyebrow. "Umm, Brucie? You missed the turn. Unless you've got some secret Bat-tunnel that leads home."

Bruce smirked but didn't reply, his lips curving with quiet amusement. Her curiosity piqued, Harley leaned forward in her seat, trying to get a better look at where they were headed. The docks came into view, and with them, a massive, sleek yacht illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. Its name, Quinn's Grace, was etched in elegant script along the side.

Harley's jaw dropped. "Oh, you've gotta be kiddin' me! A freakin' yacht? Is that my name?!" She gasped in surprise. "Is this how billionaires do Plan B for dates?"

He parked the car and stepped out, moving to open her door. "After all that mess," he said smoothly, offering her his hand. "I thought we'd continue somewhere... memorable."

"But that's my name on it!" She was still shocked as she took his hand and stepped out of the car.

"Yeah, I had that prepared for you." He smirked and kissed her cheek before leading her up the gangway. "Welcome aboard."

"You've got a yacht named after me?" she asked, still not believing her eyes.

"Yup! It's yours!"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Mine?"

Bruce chuckled. "Yes. Now, come on." He motioned for her to follow him. "You'll like it here."

Harley followed him down a set of stairs and into a spacious living area. The interior was decorated in a classic style, with plush sofas and armchairs arranged around a central coffee table. There was also a fully stocked bar in one corner. She took in the surroundings, impressed by the luxury and comfort.

"This is nice!" Harley gushed as Bruce led her toward an open door at the far end of the room. "Whoa, check out this room!"

The room was filled with luxurious furnishings, including a four-poster bed made from mahogany and covered in satin sheets. A chandelier hung above the center of the room, casting a warm glow over the space.

"Just how big is this place?" Harley asked, still looking around the room in awe.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Big enough to spend the night," he murmured against her ear.

"Oh, yeah?" Harley grinned mischievously. She ran her hands along his chest, relishing the feel of his muscular body beneath his shirt. Her fingers traced the outline of his pecs and abs, feeling them flex under her touch. "Ya, didn't bring me here with not-so-good intentions, did ya?"

"What if I did? What are you gonna do about it?" He smirked.

She pressed herself closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. She deactivated the armor. The nanites cleared the ashes and soot from her body. "Hmmm, I dunno." She bit her lower lip, looking up at him seductively. "Why don't you show me whatcha got, Batsy? I mean, if ya want."

His grip tightened on her hips. "Oh, I intend to."

"Yeah?" Harley felt a thrill run through her body at the prospect of finally getting to see Bruce's legendary sexual skills in action which made Selina, Diana, Iv,y and many other girls melt in pleasure. "Show me what you got, Mr. Wayne." She bit her lower lip playfully, unable to hide her eagerness.

His hands slid down to her thighs, lifting her off the floor effortlessly as he carried her over to the little pool on the deck.

"Hey!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her eyes widened as he stepped into the pool, the cool water enveloping them both. The sudden temperature change sent goosebumps across her skin, but the warmth of Bruce's body quickly chased away any discomfort.

She giggled softly as he carried her over to one side of the pool, setting her down. Her laughter faded as she realized just how close they were. His eyes locked with hers, and she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth and dominating her completely. She tore apart his clothes with ease and threw them aside. Then grabbed his cock.

'Oh... my... fucking... God!' Harley moaned at the size.

Bruce pulled away as they took a deep breath.

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AN: 1 more chapter with Harley, then onto the next recruit. Hazmat.

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