chapter 7 SomeR18+

Cross and Harley Quinn had been inseparable for the past week, their adventures ranging from chaotic escapades in Gotham's underbelly to quiet moments beneath the flickering neon lights of abandoned streets. Each day was a whirlwind of laughter and mischief, but beneath the surface, a deeper connection began to blossom. Cross found himself enchanted by Harley's wild spirit, her genuine laughter, and the way she seemed to light up even the darkest corners of his life. He admired her fearless attitude and her ability to navigate the madness of their world like an artist, painting the canvas with shades of spontaneity and excitement.

It was one fateful evening, with the moon hanging low in a star-studded sky, when Cross decided it was time to confront the swirling feelings that had taken hold of him. They had just shared a particularly exhilarating moment—escaping from an overzealous group of henchmen after a petty heist gone hilariously wrong. Breathless, they found refuge in a secluded alley, surrounded by the charming chaos that was the city. The adrenaline still coursing through their veins, they leaned against the cool brick wall, laughter echoing between them. As Harley playfully poked him in the ribs, teasing him about how he flailed during their escape, Cross felt his heart race, not just from the thrill of the chase but from the proximity to her.

"Hey, Harley," he managed, his voice slightly huskier than he'd intended, the closeness between them magnifying every heartbeat. She turned to him, her wide blue eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity. "What's up, Crossy?" she quipped, a playful smirk curling her lips. He hesitated at first, nervousness creeping in, but the moment felt electric, charged with unresolved tension. "I've been thinking about us," he began, his tone earnest, and he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek, sending a shiver through her.

"Us? Do tell!" she replied, feigning innocence but clearly intrigued. Cross took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage. "I like you, Harley. More than just... friends. I want you to be my girlfriend," he confessed, the words spilling out in a rush. There it was, raw and out in the open. Harley's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them ensconced in the weight of that declaration.

A slow grin spread across her face, a blend of surprise and delight. "You mean it, Cross?" she asked, her voice softening, the playful lilt replaced by a genuine curiosity. He nodded, his gaze steady, hoping she could see how serious he was. "Yeah, I really do." Just like that, the air shifted, thickening with anticipation. Harley stepped closer, her playful demeanor melting into something more sincere, more intimate. "Well, if that's what you want…" she whispered, leaning in, their faces mere inches apart.

With a subtle move, she pressed herself against him, the warmth of her body igniting a spark that had been simmering beneath the surface. Cross felt his pulse quicken as Harley's fingers danced playfully along his chest, her touch light yet teasing, a masterclass in seduction. He could feel the chemistry crackling like electricity in the air. "I guess I can be your girlfriend," she teased, but there was no mistaking the sincerity behind her playful facade.

Before he could respond, Harley closed the distance even more, her lips brushing against his in a gentle, experimental kiss that sent shockwaves through him. It was sweet yet charged with a tantalizing edge, and as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist, Harley responded with a playful giggle. Their kiss transformed into something more heated, hands exploring boldly—her fingers tangled in his hair, while his roamed her back, pulling her closer as the excitement of their newfound connection enveloped them.

As they broke apart, breathless and slightly dazed, Harley looked up at him, her expression a delectable mix of mischief and affection. "So, Crossy, does this mean we get to cause more chaos together? As a couple?" she asked, her eyes glinting with excitement. Cross chuckled, already imagining the wild adventures they would embark on together. "Oh, you better believe it," he replied, grinning from ear to ear. In that moment, with the city as their backdrop, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a thrilling new chapter.