A/N: AW guys I cranked it out. I had it in my mind it had to be done. Man oh man, this was such an epic installment. But believe me, my lovely readers, this is not the end for Mad Love. Part 5 is going to be written. I have a title already, it will be called: "Light this Fuse". I have not yet decided if it will be the last installment of the series, I just kinda want it to be like Star Wars and make it to six parts because I'm a nerd like that. Oh well. Thank you all for sticking with the series thus far, and keep on the lookout for Part 5! - Kelztastic

Chapter 19: Not Leaving Without You

You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh

I'd give anything again to be your baby doll

And this time I'm not leaving without you.

"You and I", Lady Gaga

"HOLY SHIT!" I shrieked as Bruce shoved me out of the way as the car came to a deafening crash not even two feet away from us.

After I had caught my breath and got my heart to not jump out of my chest, I said, "Thanks for that. I think I may have died."

"See, you don't have the reflexes that you think you do." Bruce grinned.

"I have absolutely never deluded myself to believe that I had reflexes. I can't even walk down the street without tripping on myself." I said, dead-pan.

"That is true," he said fondly, and he stared at me for a long moment. He leaned forward, close to me, and my eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do.

I gently pushed him away, "We have to get Bane now."

"Oh, right," Bruce stiffened, "I'm sorry about that."

"It's fine," I said dismissively.

He took off down the street and I followed as fast as I could in my heels. I soon came to the conclusion that my feet were going to hurt like hell if I kept on doing this, so I stopped and took them off, carrying them in my hands like I was doing a Run of Shame down 7th Avenue.

We got to the scene of the crime (excuse me for the cliché) and I was completely overwhelmed and horrified at what I saw. Bane was standing there, something large and heavy-looking raised above his head. He had completely changed in appearance; he had grown at least a foot in height, the muscles on his torso and arms were bulging and veined, his head was shaved and a gas mask covered the lower half of his face. He looked like the Hulk come alive. I gasped audibly, and covered my hands over my mouth. He was a monster.

Suddenly, he looked toward us and his eyes narrowed venomously. He started stomping down toward us, people screaming as they ran out of his path.

"Oh my God," I could hear Bruce say next to me, "Harley, you need to get out of here now. Forget what I said. You need to go."

"You wanted me here, I'm staying here!" I shouted over the din, "I'm going to help him!"

"God damn it, Harley, are you insane?" Bruce pulled me in close to him, "Don't you even know how I feel about you? I can't watch you die! I still love you!"

He then fiercely kissed me, and I struggled against him. He wouldn't release me, so all I could do was slap him hard in the face. That got his attention.

"What the hell?" he rubbed his cheek.

"Don't you dare do this to me again!" I screamed, " I can't believe you! Fuck this shit! You want to know something, Bruce? When I found out you cheated on me, I was so angry I could have killed you! But you know what I realized now? I realized that I was so stupid to even give a shit about you! I can't even bother to care about a man who doesn't even love me enough to stay faithful to me! And you think that I don't belong with the Joker? Well, you know what, let me make my own god damn decisions! You know what? I've had sex with him! A LOT! And you know what else? I FUCKING LIKED IT YOU ASS-HOLE!"

Bruce just stood there in complete shock. I think people passing by really wanted to stop and watch this drama, but they may have been too scared by the giant human being crumpling cars in the palm of his hand.

My voice was wearing out from all the enraged screaming and tears were streaming down my face without abandon, but I had to keep ranting, "I live with him and I like it! I want to be around him! I don't care if he treats me like shit, but at least he never faltered in his love for me, unlike SOMEONE I KNOW. And you know what else? I'm freaking out that I haven't seen or talked to him in a week because I don't want him to leave me! I can't be left again! And you know why I care so much? You know why? IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE HIM! There, I said it. I finally said it! I LOVE HIM!"

I paused, doubled over in pain from sobbing, "Oh my God…"

Bruce's fists were balled and he stared at the ground, "Well, if you wanted to piss me off, oh you did it."

"I'm sorry," I said hoarsely, "I'm so sorry."

"Well, Harley, you know what? You're a –"

His voice was cut off as Bane punched him across the face, "Take that, you son of a bitch!" His voice was all garbled through the gas mask, but I could certainly hear those words clearly.

Bruce went flying across the street and landed in a heap of crushed cars. I almost rushed forward to help him, but Bane put his arm out, winding me and knocking me on my ass. His arm was like a boulder.

I struggled to get up, "Bane, why the hell are you doing this?"

"Because I have nothing else to live for!" he snapped.

"What happened to you? Why did you stop taking your medication?" I asked, brushing the dirt off my dress, but it was to no avail. I had to accept the fact that this dress was ruined, along with this day, "Bane, I can't believe you. I just saw you and you were fine. I thought you got some help."

I think I got to the real Bane inside all of that bulk, "I tried everything, Harley, but I gave up. I saw three different psychologists, but nothing worked. I couldn't shake the fact that I don't have a father and he abandoned me. I stopped taking my medication because I just didn't care anymore."

"Didn't you know that it had these consequences?" I surveyed him cautiously, "And could you please not hurt me?"

"I'm going to try not to, but I can't make any promises. My rage is all held for Bruce. I would suggest you get the hell out of here before I turn again. It can happen at any moment." He began to shake, "Like right now…it's happening…fuck, get out of here now Harley!"

I moved out of the way as Bruce managed to come back, and Bane was beating the ever-loving shit out of him. Bruce fought back as hard as he could, but Bane was twice his size in height and in weight, and Bruce was already in pain from all of his previous injuries that he had left untreated. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, watching the man I had once loved take punches for me. I had to wonder what he was going to say. It probably wasn't a nice word anyway, considering the tone of his voice when he was saying it.

When Bruce had Bane at bay for a second, he glared at me, "Why haven't you left yet? I told you, you need to get out of here!"

I contemplated it for a split second, and took off running, not even caring where I was going. When I got a couple of blocks away, I ducked next to a diner to catch my breath. I looked at my reflection in the windows of the diner. I looked a total mess; my mascara was running down my face, my hair was in complete disarray and my dress was ripped at the bottom. I had somehow managed to abandon my shoes along the way.

Suddenly, another face appeared behind me. It took me a moment to realize who it was because he never went out in public without his makeup. My heart leapt into my throat, and I turned around swiftly, launching myself into his arms, "Oh, Mr. J, you came back!"

"Yes, I did." He smiled widely, "And just in time, I think."

"What do you mean?" I was puzzled.

"I heard what you said to Bruce back there."

"Everything?" I flushed.

"Everything," he affirmed, "And I have to say, Harley…I've been waiting a long time to hear you say those things. I wish they had been to my face, but maybe you needed to gather up the courage to say it to someone else. Also, I have to say, way to stick it to Wayne. I am very proud."

"Well, I meant all of it." I said, smiling up at him, "I love you."

"I feel no need to say it to you because I've said it enough times. You owe me." He smirked, and he kissed me deeply, "Alright, babe, let's blow this popsicle stand."

"And you call me cliché."

I set fire to the rain

And I threw us into the flames

When I felt something die

'Cause I knew that there was the last time, the last time…

THE END