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[ Considering this is her first birthday as officially his girlfriend. Five decides that he has to gift her something nice but also something she could use. He decides on commissioning some custom handguns for her. A really pretty pair of rose gold and pink handguns with intricate engravings and pearlesque coated handles. Complete with their own custom case to keep them stored in.

However when he's picking up order, he notices a display of a mace that is right up Harley's alley. Thus he can't leave without it. It costs him a mint, since the smith wasn't interested in selling it. But when now that he has it wrapped as if it is nothing more than a bunch of long stemmed roses. He's pleased with the purchase.

Thus when she returns home from walking her baby, Bruce. She'll find the two wrapped birthday gifts sitting on her table, while Five waits patiently on the couch. ]

Happy Birthday, Har.

[ Luckily, Bruce is used to Five being around the place, or he wouldn't have taken a surprise visit well. He checks for any treats before heading off for a nap.

Harley, not blessed with a predator's keen nose to give her a heads up on surprise guests, is a little taken aback to see him sitting there. He's let himself in plenty of times but usually let her know he was coming first and at first she's worried that something is wrong. But she doesn't see any blood and he isn't anxious so what--

Oh. Oh right, her birthday! ]

How'd you know?

You're pretty infamous, Har. It wasn't hard to find out.

[ He remarks with a shrug. Digging up the information hadn't been difficult at all. ]

I know you don't normally celebrate, but it didn't feel right not to get you a gift. Since we're together now.

[ She grins and practically skips to the couch, where she plops down next to him and throws her arms around his shoulders to plant a kiss on his cheek. ]

Can I open them now?

Of course, go ahead.

[ He says with a chuckle, turning his head to press a kiss to her cheek in return. ]

Hope you like them.

[ She claps with glee and rips open the first gift. When she sees the guns she goes quiet, too full of emotion to even speak. Joker had gifted her a pair of custom handguns once, but they had been designed to match his preferences and had long since disappeared into some chain of evidence. She picks them up and examines each in turn with quiet reverence, marveling over every small detail.

She's so engrossed with the handguns that she doesn't even register that the rose on the table is too big and solid to be just decorative until she tries to pick it up and the heft surprises her. She laughs when she realizes it's another weapon. ]

Five! It's all too perfect!

[ He watches her, studying the expression on her face. He did his best to have those guns customize to something she might like. She does things with flair, so her weapons should have flair. He can't help but chuckle as she realizes that the rose isn't an actual rose. ]

Really? I was hoping the guns would meet your approval. The smith who made them came highly recommended for customs.

[ She studies him right back. Who knew someone could load up on custom weapons and be all soft about it? ]

How'd you get so good?

Good at what?

[ He asks as he leans over to press another kiss to her cheek. ]

I just wanted to get you something that you would actually like.

Just ... good. To me.

[ She cradles the mace to her chest as tenderly as if it were a teddy bear and leans into him. ]

I like it very much.

Because I like you and want to do nice things for you.

[ He admits with a smile, a feeling of warmth blooming in his chest over the genuine happiness he can see on her face. ]

I had a feeling that you'd really like that rose mace, the moment I saw it at the Smith's place. You'll have to let me know how the guns handle. The guy told me if you have any issues with them to let him know and he'd be sure to fix them free of charge.

[ She kisses his cheek and just ... enjoys the moment for what it is. He could have done nothing at all and she wouldn't have given it a second thought but he did. He likes her. She's really starting to believe that. ]

Can we go break shit?

[ He chuckles because he just knew that question was coming. He can't give her toys and no way to test them out. ]

Yeah, but let's stick to the small fries. I don't want to draw more attention than necessary.

[ She squeals in delight and hops up to get changed. She pauses before stepping out of the room to look back at him with a soft kind of fondness. ]

You know, a girl could really fall for you, Five.

[ There's that bloom of warmth in his chest again. Instinctively he smiles, even as he's hit with a sudden shyness. ]

You trying to butter me up?

[ He jokes playfully, trying to cover for that shyness that surfaced. ]

[ She laughs and leans against the wall. She doesn't notice a shift in his demeanor. ]

Would that get me more presents?

Not if you tell me that's the goal.

[ He quips with a chuckle. ]

Are you still changing your clothes, so we can go break things?

Gimme a minute! This outfit is a process, okay?

[ Leather pants and a bulletproof bustier can't be rushed. ]

Alright, I got time.

[ He's definitely not trying to rush her. He was just trying to get out of the awkward feelings that were cropping up. ]

[ She's gone for a few more minutes squeezing herself into one of her more practical outfits, which really showed just how little she cared for practicality. Long leather pants would keep her from getting scuffed knees and the glittery bustier was only really helpful if someone shot directly at her tits, but it was more care than she usually gave her physical safety. She comes back carrying a sturdy pair of shit-kicker boots and plops on the couch to lace them up. ]

[ Of course, there she goes, being all hot and stuff. So much for not drawing too much attention to themselves. He has to chuckle because clearly Harley takes play time seriously. ]

Now I'm feeling underdressed.

[ Says the guy in the custom tailored suit. ]

[ She's still leaning over tying up her boots and laughs at him over her shoulder. ]

Yeah? We're probably close to the same size. I got some outfits you could borrow.

Pretty sure, I wouldn't look even remotely as good as you in leather bustiers.

[ She laughs again and pats his chest. ]

Aw, don't be so down on yourself, baby. You can always stuff your bra.

[ That makes him laugh as he lightly bumps his shoulder against hers. ]

It would take a lot of stuffing for me to fill out a bra. I'll stick to what I know. Are you okay with being seen with a guy who doesn't dress as colorful as you?

Happy Birthday, Harley!

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