#❛ ◞ int. / harley quinn.

[mythous]

❝ hey, when go you go to Broadway, do you yell at the people on the stage ? i’m in the middle of a scene ! ❞ @chaoslulled // memes // always accepting

IN  THE  MIDDLE  OF  A  SCENE  ?   she’s  causing  a  scene   is  what  she’s  doing,   but  barbara  shuts  her  mouth  with  an  audible  click  of  teeth  on  teeth,   a  silent  snarl  curling  her  lips.   sometimes  she  looks  at  harley  here  and  thinks  that  jim  never  would’ve  thought  barbara  was  crazy  if  he  got  a  load  of  this  one.  then  again,  maybe  they’re  just  part  of  that  whole  thing   —   birds  of  a  feather,  or  whatever.

but  babs  is  destined  to  be  queen  and  so  harley’s  just  gonna  have  to  learn  to  share  the  stage.

          ❝  i  don’t  know  what  kinda  scene  you’re  working  with,  honey,  but  they’re  about  to  start  tossing  rotten  fruit.  ❞   not  literally  of  course.  their  audience  is  more  likely  to  soil  themselves  than  lift  a  finger  against  any  of  them.  that’s  always  been  the  way  of  the  citizens  of  gotham,  anyhow,  rolling  over  for  any  villain  or  thug  that  issues  the  teensie  weensiest  threat.   

pulling  the  gun  from  where  it’s  been hiding  under  her  coat  —  just  keeping  warm  until  it’s  really  showtime  —   barbara  fires  one  shot  into  the  air  before  turning  back  to  harley  with  an  exaggerated  oops,   free  hand  pressing  to  her  lips  and  eyes  wide  as  if  it  had  all  been  some  kind  of  accident.    ❝  well,   i  think  it’s  time  we  shake  things  up   —   whaddya  say  ?  ❞

[thecreaturecodex]

Mad Maddy Maddison

“Eccentric Jester” © London Workman, accessed at their ArtStation here

[This is one of many iterations of my “goth clown” persona, tailored to a low level game and with more emphasis on the clown. I created her for a freeform game run by @abominationimperatrix​, which we haven’t gone back to yet. I do hope to. The Harley Quinn influence is very much intentional.]

Mad Maddy Maddison CR 3 CG Humanoid (dark folk) Clad in mismatched and brightly colored jester’s motley, this tiny woman is thin, muscular and pretty. At first glance she might appear to be wearing stage makeup, but her gray skin and black lips are their natural color.

Mad Maddy Maddison has had a very complicated and strange life already in her nineteen years, and is excited to see what happens next. She was born to a clan of dark folk living in the Darklands beneath the Brazen Peaks, and the caligni callers selected for her to be a dancer, one of the dark folk who act as intermediaries between settlements. Unfortunately, that meant that her wanderlust started at a very early age, and she managed to get separated from her family. She was found and given a home, but unfortunately it was by Mater Cachinnarum, the Mother of Sneers. This wicked bogeywoman pops up in nightmares throughout eastern Garund, and tried to raise Maddy to do the same. Even though Maddy was raised by Cachinnarum for a solid decade, she held true to her overall sense of kindness and good humor, and escaped by the grace of Cayden Cailean, who has a soft spot for all orphans and runaways.

Maddy made it to the bustling city of Katapesh where she currently works at the Night Circus, an entertainment troupe in the Night Markets. At the Circus, she is a talented juggler, percussionist, clown and occasional pickpocket. Her favored instruments are the zills. Maddy has a fascination with death and the undead, having been surrounded by ghouls and skeletons in Mater Cachinnarum’s care, and she is learning how to affect them with her magical music. She’s also working on making friends, something she’s never had a lot of. Her closest friend is a flumph named Taktii, who has given dire warnings about monsters in space. Maddy currently finds this concept more intriguing than scary.

Maddy stands a whole two and a half feet tall and carries a club as long as she is tall. She has a caffeine addiction, and rarely goes a day without several cups of coffee.

Mad Maddy Maddison  CR 3 XP 800 Dark dancer bard 2 (dirge bard) CG Small humanoid (dark folk) Init +4; Senses Perception +8, see in darkness Defense AC 17, touch 15, flat-footed 13 (+1 size, +4 Dex, +2 armor) hp 33 (4d8+12) Fort +3, Ref +10, Will +3; +4 vs. death effects, energy drain, fear, necromancy Defensive Abilities haunted eyes Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee masterwork greatclub +5 (1d8+1) Ranged dagger +7 (1d3+1/19-20) or improvised weapon +7 (1d4+1) or splash weapon +8 (varies) Special Attacks bardic performance (13 rounds, countersong, distraction, fascinate, inspire courage +1), dark curse, death throes, sneak attack +1d6 Spells CL 2nd, concentration +5 1st (3/day)—cure light wounds, fumbletongue (DC 14), hideous laughter (DC 14), ray of enfeeblement (DC 14) 0th—detect magic, mage hand, message, open/close, prestidigitation Statistics  Str 13, Dex 18, Con 16, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 16 Base Atk +2; CMB +2; CMD 16 Feats Point Blank Shot, Throw Anything Skills Acrobatics +9, Bluff +8, Climb +10, Diplomacy +8, Escape Artist +9, Knowledge (arcana, religion) +7 (+8 vs. undead), Perform (comedy, percussion) +8, Perception +8, Sleight of Hand +9, Stealth +17; Racial Modifiers +4 Climb, +4 Perception, +4 Stealth Languages Common, Dark Folk, Kelesh SQ poison use, secrets of the grave Gear masterwork greatclub, 5 daggers, leather armor, 4 bells, masterwork zills, wand of disguise self (25 charges), alchemist fire (x4), holy water (x4), 3 doses black smear poison, 1 dose oil of taggit, coffee pot, mortar and pestle, 5 lbs coffee, jewelry worth 30 gp, 13 gp Special Abilities Dark Curse (Su) As a standard action, a dark dancer can make a touch attack against a foe and curse it. The foe must succeed at a DC 12 Will saving throw to resist the effects. Creatures that fail the saving throw take a –2 penalty on all Dexterity and Charisma-based skill checks. This curse is permanent, but the victim of this curse can attempt a new saving throw each day. Death Throes (Su) When a dark dancer is slain, its body combusts in a flash of bright white light, leaving its gear in a heap on the ground. All creatures within a 10-foot burst must succeed at a DC 13 Fortitude save or be dazzled for 1d6 rounds. Other dark folk within 20 feet must succeed at a DC 13 Will save or be shaken for 1 round. The save DC is Constitution-based. Haunted Eyes (Ex) Maddy gains a +4 bonus on saves against fear, energy drain, death effects, and necromantic effects. Secrets of the Grave (Ex) Maddy gains a bonus equal to half her bard level on Knowledge (religion) checks made to identify undead creatures and their abilities. A dirge bard may use mind-affecting spells to affect undead as if they were living creatures, even if they are mindless (though spells that affect only humanoids do not affect them, even if they were humanoids in life). In addition, she may add one necromancy spell from the spell list of any arcane spellcasting class to her list of spells known at 2nd level and every four levels thereafter.

[zorilleerrant]

for the ask game 1 6 and 7 please!

1. the character everyone gets wrong

I mean, I'm all about old Batman, but I can see why people are doing all different kinds of mix and match with his personality. There are so many different canons to choose from. So while a lot of the time I go no he wouldn't! I still get where they're coming from. (I just ignore all the stuff where people claim he's an abusive dad and I'm good.) But that's true of a lot of characters! And usually I'm even more okay than with Batman, because I'm not so protective of them! So like... it's weird that I get really >:( about Harley Quinn.

The kinds of Harleys I'm willing to accept cover a broad range, but they've got to have a handful of really specific traits, or I just don't buy it. The most important is that she has to genuinely want, or have genuinely wanted in the past, to hurt people for fun, and think it's funny to attack people and destroy things. It's cool if she reforms! I like a good redemption arc! But if she was forced into those things, or tricked, or thought it was for the greater good somehow, I don't know, that's just not Harley to me.

Another thing is that (highly controversial) she and the Joker had to genuinely be in love, and she had to be the one pushing the relationship, especially the sexual aspects which Mr. J's just really not into, and only doing for her benefit. Toxic, yes, kind of an asshole, sure if you want, not aware of other people's feelings, absolutely, but intentionally abusive, no, that undercuts their whole villain dynamic. He has to be a good mentor or she's not a real sidekick, and she has to be a real sidekick or her arc makes no sense. They're mirrors to Batman and Robin, and so they have to have the trust, devotion, caring, and intimacy that Batman and Robin have. It's great if she gets mad at him after! But there have to be lots of good parts in there with the bad, not just Ivy covering for him or whatever.

People also have a tendency to write her dumb. And that's probably wrapped up in a whole bunch of structural bigotry and related narrative conventions, but we should remember that she was already a practicing doctor and a trained acrobat by the time she started her supervillain career. Three careers already! Ones that take a lot of study! She was an expert in not only medicine (multiple kinds, if people's inability to keep track of her degrees is any indication), kinesiology, aerodynamics, etc. but she also became an expert in explosives and various kinds of chemistry, as well as expanding her understanding of biology to create e.g. Joker Fish. She's a mastermind! She's either running the plans or letting Mr. J take point so that there's more give and take in their relationship, and neither of them keep talking over each other. She's just, you know, one of those high int low wis characters.

Because will Harley say dumbassery? You bet she will. She does not believe in reindeer. She will say 'no one could live underwater' to Aquaman's face, and then if someone repeats it back to her later, she'll say 'that's dumb, what about Aquaman?' She's thought to herself that she could bake cookies way faster if she just blasted them with a flame rifle, and then tried it, and then tried it again three months later. She'll correct your entire complicated math equation and only at the end ask what the completely imaginary element you made up is, and what does it look like, what does it even do? And also she thinks hyenas are good pets, like, generally.

She needs to love hyenas soooooo much.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

TimKon hands down. They're SO mean to TimBer, even though they could just... not look at those fics and drawings and stuff. I mean it's a much smaller ship, canon or not! We're exactly competing with them. And the ones who do like TimBer are constantly trying to convert you to the other one being like 'oh you can ship them all together! you can ship both!' and like. I do not want to ship them all together. I do not want to ship both. I just want to have my one ship and not have other people constantly try to make it about the other ship. The TimSteph shippers aren't doing this to me!

However, I think if you're an actual professional in the comics world, it's probably DamiJon, because they legit go on social media and threaten people about their ship, so.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Two Face, I think. People want to flatten his personality so much, and then they only read him in relation to another character, and it's all about how he's Bruce's bf or Jason's dad or whatever, and it just... he's such a complex character and there's so much good canon about him and everyone wants to just be like 'let's kill the bad alter and then he'll just be nice Harvey again!' and like... leave Twoey alone, he's just doing his best in a world that's dangerous to both of them. So now whenever he appears I roll my eyes and I'm like, great, this is going to start a whole thing isn't it.

[crypticpawpoems]

The Harlequinade's Beginning

I came expecting to deal with the insane.

I never thought I’d become one.

“Dr. Harleen Quinzel?”

“Call me Harley; everyone does.”

I’ve always been fascinated with the human mind

And the most colorful are those of the insane.

I walk and hear a tune, a haunting tune that at the same time

Sounds like it could be heard at a carnival.

I pass. He winks. I stop and look and blush.

Who is he? What secrets does he hold?

His looks are interesting, almost comical.

His face like snow, his hair like a trimmed hedge, his smile like a running red river.

“Be careful,” she warns me.

“He’s dangerous,” she tells me.

“The most difficult mind to crack,” she says.

Really? Interesting, very interesting.

In my office, all new and cleaned, waiting for an inhabitant, me.

Something is waiting for me on my desk,

Catches my eye glittering in the moonlight.

A rose.

A simple, single, red rose.

From J. From J? But how? J must mean him.

I’ll discover his meaning at the source.

I go back. I go back and see him, J, the one who made me blush.

“How did this get into my office? You must’ve gotten out of your cell.

I’ll alert the guards, you know.”

“If you didn’t care, you would have done so long ago,” he says.

He’s right. Can he see into my eyes? Into my soul?

No one has been able to do that before.

It makes me edgy, uncertain, paranoid even, but touched.

“Harley Quinzel,” he says in a silky voice, as smooth as clear waters.

“Mix it up a bit, and you get Harley Quinn!”

“Like the clown character, I know. I’ve heard it before.”

It wasn’t the first time and certainly wasn’t the last.

I didn’t have time to be mocked, made fun of, so I started to walk away.

He called after me, “Wait!”

So I heard him out, and I’m glad I did.

“You’re someone who I feel like I can relate to,

someone I could share my secrets with.”

And that was all it took, all it ever took, for me to become intrigued.

How could I say no

to the opportunity to unscramble the most challenging mind in the asylum?

Was it just because of that? Maybe...maybe not.

The sessions were slow and long, and I remained professional.

Bit by bit, story by story, he chipped away at me.

His tales made me laugh so hard that I cried.

Others made me shed a tear out of pity.

He told me of a caped hero dressed in black who always foiled his plots and plans.

In time, I came to hate the dark hero, too.

Every story, he would come in and interrupt my angel from having his fun.

He had such a rough childhood, and all he wanted was to have fun, enjoy himself.

As much as I’d hate to admit it,

I had fallen in love with my patient.

“Do you think that’s crazy?” I said to him.

“Not at all. You’re a woman of business, and you just needed to unwind and have a good time.”

He and I had switched places, and I was so blinded in love that I didn’t realize how he had craftily wrapped me around his finger.

“Thanks, Doc,” I said,

“Anytime.”

Night vanished and morning came and the first thing I noticed was that he was gone, escaped, all alone in the world and vulnerable to harm.

I was frantic, emotional, on the edge of my seat, waiting for him to come home.

The day passed and night came again.

He returned, but not how I would’ve liked.

I pushed, shoved, elbowed my way through the other doctors to get to him.

Beside him was the ebony justice that he and I despised so much,

Who I loathed even more now that he brought my angel back in such a battered and beat-up state.

I caught him when he fell, held him, comforted him.

Then they dragged him away, away from me, away from my support, away from my love.

In despair, I visited him later after he had been bandaged up only to find him weakened and hurt.

I had to do something, had to make a stand, a change, a difference.

I was done looking back, back to the past.

The time to act was now, to do something I would never ever regret for the rest of my life.

I would give my angel his Harley Quinn.

The toy store had just the right items to break him loose.

The funniest toys were turned into the most deadly weapons.

The clerk soon found out as his unconscious body fell to the stone-hard floor.

As soon as I had nabbed that mask and costume,

Harleen Quinzel had died, and Harley Quinn was born.

Now back in Arkham, I felt changed.

No longer would I roam the halls as an inquisitive psychologist,

But as a deranged criminal.

Under the cover of night, I silently took out any guards in my path until I returned to his cell.

It was risky planting a bomb on the glass and I almost doubted myself if not for his face, the look of his glorious face.

Tick, tick, tick, BOOM!!!

He was awake when I appeared, my astounding introduction now revealed to the entire world seemingly by this very act.

“Knock, knock, Puddin’! Here’s your new and improved Harley Quinn!”

Not only did I act differently, I spoke differently, too.

No more business, no more professionalism, no more rules, just fun, fun, fun!

The car was ready to go and he laughed and laughed all the way out of there and with each chuckle came a surge of happiness within me.

This would be the start of my happily ever after.

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[escapingpurgatory]

Title: "The Llama Hoof Obsession"

INT. GOTHAM CITY - ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

(The warehouse is dimly lit, cluttered with vats, beakers, and cauldrons. Large posters of llamas cover the walls. A MANIACAL LAUGH echoes throughout the room. A crazed figure steps into the light. It’s the JOKER, his hair disheveled, wearing a chef's apron splattered with mysterious liquids. His focus is on a boiling cauldron where something grotesque stews inside.)

JOKER

(sniffs the air, delighted)

Ahhh, the aroma of artistry! The perfect blend of madness and... llama hooves! giggles Who knew such delicate treasures could make a stew so... luscious?

(He stirs the pot with a ladle, his face contorted in manic glee.)

JOKER

(talking to the pot)

Oh, my precious little hooves. You’ve been running around, trampling grass, carrying those fluffy fools. But now... now you serve a higher purpose! laughs wildly

(Suddenly, HARLEY QUINN enters, a look of confusion and mild disgust on her face.)

HARLEY QUINN

Puddin’? What’s... what's with the stew? And... uh... what’s with all the llama stuff? Are we robbin' a petting zoo or somethin’?

JOKER

(turns dramatically, eyes wide)

Harley, my dear! Can’t you see? Can’t you smell? We’re not robbing petting zoos anymore! Oh no... we’re crafting art! The art of obsession, the beauty of culinary perfection! The humble llama hoof, you see, holds the key to madness!

HARLEY QUINN

(eyebrow raised)

Llama hooves? Seriously? You're pullin' my leg, right?

JOKER

(gleeful)

No, no, no! You don’t understand! Llama hooves have this... delicate texture. When boiled just right, they make the creamiest broth. It’s unlike anything Gotham’s seen. Batman won’t be able to resist. One sip of my Llama Hoof Stew and he’ll be hooked! And then, Harley, I’ll break him... with the power of culinary brilliance!

HARLEY QUINN

(snorts)

You think Batsy's gonna lose his marbles over... stew?

JOKER

(menacingly serious)

Oh, Harley, it’s not just about the stew. It’s about the ritual, the sacrifice... the madness! Llama hooves symbolize purity. They carry the weight of fools, but never complain. Much like Gotham's citizens. But now, I hold their strength in my hands!

(He holds up a llama hoof triumphantly.)

JOKER

(maniacal)

With each stew I perfect, with each hoof I boil, I inch closer to the ultimate recipe! A dish that even the Bat can’t refuse. And when he takes that final sip... the taste of defeat will be delicious!

(Harley watches in disbelief as Joker dances around the cauldron, tossing in herbs and spices, humming an eerie tune.)

HARLEY QUINN

(muttering)

I swear, puddin’, you’re gettin’ weirder every day.

(Suddenly, there’s a CRASH from the rafters. Batman’s silhouette looms in the shadows, his voice cold.)

BATMAN

(gravelly)

Joker... what’s your game this time?

JOKER

(delighted)

Ahh, Bats! Just in time for dinner! chuckles I’ve been slaving away, perfecting this recipe. You’re going to love it. Llama Hoof Stew... a dish fit for a king!

(Joker grabs a bowl, ladles some of the bubbling concoction into it, and steps forward.)

BATMAN

(disgusted)

You’ve gone too far, Joker. This is insanity.

JOKER

(wide grin)

Oh, but isn’t that the point? laughs Gotham’s full of crazy, Bats. I’m just the chef who knows how to serve it!

(Joker holds the bowl out towards Batman, teasingly.)

JOKER

One little sip, Bats. Come on, don’t be shy. You’ve eaten worse, I’m sure.

BATMAN

(sternly)

I’m taking you in.

(Joker’s grin widens. He suddenly hurls the bowl at Batman, spilling the grotesque stew everywhere. Harley yelps and jumps back as the liquid sizzles on the ground.)

JOKER

(laughs uncontrollably)

You can take me in, but the taste will haunt you forever, Batman! forever!

(Batman leaps into action, and chaos ensues as Joker grabs a ladle to fend him off. Harley sighs, shaking her head as the fight spirals into madness, stew flying everywhere.)

HARLEY QUINN

(to herself)

I liked it better when we were just robbin' banks...

(As the fight intensifies, the camera pans up to a large llama poster on the wall, Joker’s crazed laughter echoing through the warehouse.)

FADE OUT.

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End Scene.

This script plays with Joker’s absurdity and obsession, taking it to a new, bizarre level with the focus on something as random as llama hooves. His madness is all about elevating the strange and the mundane into chaotic genius!

fav duo ever

[crinosg]

Yeah, I've said this before and I will say it again.

Bruce Timm, you are a legend, you helped make Batman a public name again, you helped create Harley Quinn, you made one of the most successful animated franchises ever and you gave us the definitive Batman with the late Kevin Conroy and the definitive Joker with Mark Hamil.

Now that being said, I have one tiny little note.

STOP SHIPPING BRUCE WITH BABS YOU CREEPY OLD MAN.

Its not a thing, its never gonna be a thing, she's young enough to be his daughter, AND she's the daughter of his best friend. That shit is CREEPY.

Here is my list of people its okay to ship Babs with:

Dick

Dinah

Maybe Supergirl/powergirl if its one of the supergirls the same age as Babs.

Kori if its part of a polycule with Dick.

MAYBE Harley. Like put a pin in that one I'll get back to you.

Not Bruce though. No. No thank you.

And I know I know the old shipping rules "Don't like don't read" and all of that. But this isn't in fanfics. This is being done in officially created Batman material. Like in the Killing Joke Movie where Bruce and Babs fucked on a roof at the end of the second act. Like this is Timm forcing his problematic crack ship down everyone's throat. And I mean, some people can get away with putting their kinks int heir work (looking at you Chris Claremont) but Timm aint one of them.

So Bruce Timm, get thyself to an AO3 account, post some anonymous Bruce/Babs ship fics, and kindly leave the rest of us out of it. Can you do that? Can you do that for me? As a friend? As a fan of your work? can you do me and the rest of the world this kindness?

Batman & Mr. Freeze: SubZero (1998) dir. Boyd Kirkland

[visionbe]

“YES,  I  BELIEVE  WE  ARE  QUITE  THE  ATTENTION  SEEKING  PAIR.“  vision  does  not  care,  truly.  public  opinion  about  sentient,  living  (  and  as  close  to  breathing  as  he  can  do  )  synthezoid  androids  is  still  a  rarity.  She  lures  attention  as  well,  though  perhaps  not  for  the  same  reasons,  alas,  it  is  fascinating.  “I  can  shift  my  appearance  to  appear  more.  .  .welcoming,  if  you  so  desire.“  something  for  her  to  take,  if  she  so  wanted,  but  the  android  simply  returns  to  the  previous  asked  question,  without  much  of  a  second  thought.  “But  yes,  I’m  fully  functional.  Ultron  built  himself  a  body,  vibranium  and  the  top  technology  of  Dr.  Cho.  However,  I  believe  this.  .  .“    and  a  finger  reaches  toward  the  mind  stone,  which  glows  upon  touch,  it  seems  to  him  that  it’s  self  aware,  sentient,  like  him.  symbiotic  with  him,  perhaps.  “That  allows  me  to.  .  .change  my  appearance.“

starter for @redflcgs​

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

ok tbh i got my period and have been watching and crying over some disney classics. sorry. i promise i’m posting this weekend. i just needed a second to get out all of these hormones. a;slkdfjj

[spentfaith-moved]

         you’re  worth  every  single  penny  i  have  ever  earned     -     @seekjoy​ 

     boys were dumb. big beefy boys were even dumber. big beefy boys with good hearts were the most stupid thing that had ever been created on this earth, but she loved ‘em. often to a fault. call it a soft spot among the chains that protected her heart, she couldn’t help but want to help. there was a period of her life where she felt like she was simply collectin’ ‘em. like fridge magnets after a trip abroad. this new one she’d found seemed to have been different to the rest. instead of the crappy glued printer image to a magnet, he felt more luxurious. embossed writing. metallic highlights, the works! he wasn’t exactly too bad to look at, either. 

     but sometimes boys just needed to shut their trap holes. 

     “ what? the whole eighty five cents? ”  suddenly her shiny magnet was starting t’look more and more tarnished the more he spoke.  if the sigh harley’d let out wasn’t audible enough to let nathan know of her annoyance, her tone sure would be.  “ y’know nate, sometimes i wish i had’a just yanno... ”  head gesturing backwards, to what? who knew.  “ not interrupted nature’s course for you. ”   still though, here she was. helping him yet again.  “ a simple thank you will be adequate enough next time.”   and there would be a next time, that she couldn’t lie to herself about. there truly was just somethin’ about him that she couldn’t put her finger on. 

     “ now, if your lips aren’t too sore from kissin’ my butt would you please come here and help me rig this thing up? maybe get crackin’ on having more than eight five cents hey? ”

[brcinwcsher]

🌟 | @queenexcelsior​ 

Nunca se imaginó que ese día llegaría, es decir, se veía como tantas otras veces que él se había intentado 'deshacer' de ella solo para volver a ser un team otra vez, una pareja... un poco desquiciada pero una pareja al fin y al cabo, sin embargo, hubo algo en el modo en que esta vez Joker la regañó y la miró con tanto desprecio que realmente se sintió como un final. Qué tan mal estaría de la cabeza Harley que no pudo decidir si hubiera preferido matarlo antes que la dejara o que él incluso le diera con una bala mortal. Al menos todavía podía disfrutar de algunas copas, aunque su primera idea era solo tomar un poco y luego escaparse sin pagar, estaba dejándose llevar por su orgullo lastimado y corazón roto, así que si terminaba borracha o no daba igual ahora. Es más, decidió hacerse de compañía. ❝¡Oiga, bartender! ¡Deme dos piñas coladas ahora!❞ señaló a la hermosa chica a su lado, ❝¿o quieres otra cosa, babe?❞ preguntó con una sonrisa.

[malumalus]

from Dinah to Harley

okay so she might have fallen asleep on the couch again , but that didn't mean she would wake up gracefully -- especially when one harlequin comes barging in yelling something as loud as she could and she could hear the sound of rummaging and snuffling of Harley's pets . one eye opened and then the other as she flung her arm over her face , tousled blonde hair everywhere . " harls ; i love you , i do . but why -- why in the holy blue hell are you here at the ungodly hour of -- " she lifted her free hand up to hold her phone right in front of her face " -- noon ? " guess she slept harder than she thought she did , then again getting her ass kicked kind of took the wind out of her sails .

@quinncess​

[honeyglaze-archived]

♥   ⤻   lyric starter for @lilolnumber​  , ft. harley & engineer.    ›  ♫  gee baby, ain’t i good to you. diana krall.

❛  there’s nothing in this whole world too good for a boy so sweet and true !  ❜

[lylefitzgerald]

tag dump !

[rustknuckles]

@crookedrun / #awhawkguy       ♡’d

          another dog, another day! she was beginnin’ to think she might have to kick out mr andrews on the next floor down to make some more room. she needed to hire someone to help with all of them too, shesh! if people just looked after these precious little pooches, she could enjoy her retirement properly. 

she’d been on her morning walk to the pet supply store for some more food when she stumbled across a cute lookin’ labrador, sniffing all around the street and looking as cute as a button. harley stopped, watched, waited. no owner. not yet. guess she had a job to do! walking over to the dog, she waited to see if the little guy was calm before she gave him a pat, bent down and checked his collar. lucky.    “ca-uuuute name!”   flipping over his tag, there was a number on the back. even better! whipping out her phone, she took a picture of lucky and attached it to a text the number. 

            found your dog! taking him back to harley quinn’s home for helpless animals!              please come and collect him asap. contact me on the number above.              if you don’t collect him within 6 hours i’ll be the one in contact with you!!             xo - miss harley quinn 

there! that ought’a get their attention quicksmart! she attached a leash (she always had one on her) to lucky and set off home. phone off of silent! 

[avalior]

deadshot tag drop !

[arkhamcitysirens]

first glance at ‘batman telltale: the enemy within’’s harley quinn