#Harleen Quinnzel

[lilithmymind]

Me:I'm watching Batman caped crusader for the plot!!!

The plot:

[nespolkei]

the girls

[dailydccomics]

Action Comics #1 / Multiversity: Harley Screws Up the DCU #3

[bergamo-money-bergamo-problems]

Café Triste - Gotham City - 1625 Hawkins St 325 PM

H4RL had already ordered herself a little pastry when they'd first arrived. Something to tide her over while they waited for the Red She-Hulk to arrive. Granted, since getting her new body, she didn't technically have to eat, but the sensation was still pleasant, and it would give her the appearance of relative normalcy. At least, as normal as Harleen Quinnzel was capable of.

It was only half-way through the cheese danish that she realized she'd never actually asked the gloriously tall amazonian woman her name, just ruthlessly plied her with compliments and barely contained thirst. Smooth, Quinn. Real smooth.

Still, she'd agreed to meet up with Nina and herself, so she hadn't fumbled the ball that hard, clearly. It was nice to get out of the LAB, meet new people, do new things. This whole "turn-over-a-new-leaf-so-she-can-maybe-avoid-going-back-to-Arkham" thing was growing on her, though she did miss her ability to be spontaneously wild and reckless whenever she got bored. Even if the new body Nina had helped provide automatically kept her stable, the vague desire to be unpredictable and playful was still there. Harley was Harley, new body or no. She'd chosen to wear one of the outfits Nina had provided for her after her first awakening in the new body, a leather red-and-black corset with a matching pair of red-and-black leather pants, heavy boots, and a (what else?) red-and-black biker leather jacket, silver studs on the lapels and shoulders, and "H4RL" printed across her shoulders on the back. in gold lettering.

She kicked her boots up on one of the tables outside the cafe, glancing over to Nina, and shrugged her shoulder.

"So you ever meet one of these types? I ain't ever tangled with a nuclear powered amazon. Clay-fired, sure, who doesn't like to get beaten up by the big double W from time to time, but a Hulk? That's new to me. You think she's as strong as the rumors? I mean, her picture certainly didn't seem to be lackin' for curves."

@n4n1cybergoth

@thebrainsandbrawn

[quackerzzz]

The Joker. The most famous of all of Batman's Rogues and probably the one I struggled the most to adapt

Backstory under the cut (TW: Suicide, gore and child death mentioned)

For as long as Gotham has existed, so has it. It is an ancient evil, perhaps older than the city itself. It infects the minds of one citizen a century, poisoning them with thoughts of evil. When the victim is broken enough to take their own life, it grows itself inside the body and twists it into it's own inhumane visage. Wearing it like a suit to hide what it truly is.

Many theories have been posited as to it's origins. Some think it's alien. Some think of it as a demon. Some think it could be something even worse.

There are very little cases of victims who survive from it's poison in their mind. Only one has never been recorded dead, a Jack Ryder from 1926, who went missing after reports of strange, erratic behavior. Though some say that he lives to this day, and in fact roams the streets to this day. Sightings of him are common in Gotham, almost like the Mothman.

However, by the end of the 20th century, many rumors of the supposed parasite had been dismissed as urban legend. When The Joker popped up, most dismissed him as a common criminal in a mask at first. Nobody wanted to take a criminal dressed as a clown seriously. Even the Batman didn't seem concerned for him, usually resolving to toss him in a cell somewhere.

This changed on the night of the Barbara Gordon and Jason Todd attacks.

11 year old Jason Todd, later identified as Robin, was found dead in the Batman's arms, with injuries that could not have been made by any human 25 year old Barbara Gordon was lucky enough to survive her encounter, but was left wheelchair bound for life. When she later was interviewed by police, she described how she had seen the Joker's chest open up to reveal razor sharp teeth.

This had sent all of Gotham into a frenzy. Citizens had been worried that they could possibly be next to the beast's rampage. Panic reigned over the city for years, later leading to an event known as "No Man's Land". And from this chaos, the Joker feasted. It consumed the chaos spread throughout the city.

No identity has ever been attached to the body the Joker uses. There are many theories however.

Some say it belongs to Joe Chill, the criminal who murdered Thomas and Martha Wayne. Some say it belongs to Jack Napier, a mobster who met his end in a police shootout. Some say it's Joey Kerby, a man who killed himself by flinging himself into a vat of acid at his job after the death of his wife and two children. A select few even speculate it to be a man named Arthur Fleck, the man who murdered late night talk show Murray Franklin and himself on live television. Some say an unidentified John Doe from Arkham, who was found dead in his room, is the culprit. Some even suggest one of the Valeska twins, a pair of the most violent murderers known to Gotham, to be the body

Whoever the unfortunate soul might be, one thing is certain. It is concerning how the Joker has now two known followers in former doctor Harleen Quinnzel and an unidentified boy. They should be careful. They may become the next hosts for his rampage in the future.

[rainbowobsidiandesigns]

DC Pride 8, 9, 10: Hartley Rathaway, Traci Thirteen, Dr. Harleen Quinnzel !

At the end of the month the posts with the most engagement will end up as prints!

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel AKA Harley Quinn:

She's not a bad person. She does bad things sometimes, she does good things sometimes. Don't let no fixed morality hold her down, welcome to Gotham baby!

She’s thee antihero

Cassandra Jones:

Casey was in a clan wanting to release an ancient demon trapped in an armor suit and she beat up a group of teenagers multiple times (including once when the two 14 year old boys were dressed as old ladies) in order to get pieces of this armor suit. She raised an army of brownie scouts to assist her in taking over the world once that demon got released and she felt useless in the clan, and she did it WELL. Those pre-teen girls would have overthrown the entire world if they hadn't been stopped. SHE was the one to figure out how to get the demon to want to shred humanity properly and soon became second in command to it after. She then proceeded to almost harvest an old man's soul before she beat up that ancient demon she released with nothing but a rock and some great hockey skills and decided she wanted to be with the teenagers she fought and old man whose soul she almost harvested, actually. But not long after that, she fought some chewed bubblegum looking aliens released by that same clan she left and she was great at it. It is universally agreed she now beats up mean people for fun. Also she stole New York's supply of clam chowder. She's just SILLY and I LOVE HER and I want to watch her BEAT PEOPLE UP.

[starrstudermodeling]

Photoshoot date: 10/2023

Photographer: Lou Fabri

Location of shoot: Village Center Apartments, Raliegh NC

Character: Harley Quinn [Dr Harleen Quinnzel]

Fandom: DC/Batman

Cowl: Handmade <3

Costume: @miccostumes

Props: Amazon

My Pinterest page: https://linktr.ee/starrstuder

[fatdcandmarvelgirlsblog]

One evening night, Gotham Japan, An 5’6” woman named, Harleen Quinnzel Aka Harley Quinn, Harley waddle towards the Dohyo as her heavily footsteps shook the ground when Harley waddled. Harley had fairly largest doughy sloshing double belly with the standard indent towards the bottom that makes it look like a butt, her bottom belly past her knees and touch the ground. She weighs 7,587lbs, Her breasts was largest before but now it’s now Triple DD's like five sacks of flour and were struggling to stay. Her VERY thickest legs with rolls like one you saw an fattest woman on old tabloid magazines, a pair of ass cheeks biggest than bowling balls and it sags very low, very very hammy lower arms but upperarms fattening like fattest hams, and a decent shelf of backfat and Her back was QUITE fat, littered with 40 rolls to potentially hide snacks and others in. Harley had heavy triple chins with fattest cheeks on her still adorable face, Harley also wears a bra and a mawashi colored of her jester suit with Jester Cap, and black mask. Harley waddle towards the Ring Area, Harley had wrinkles, few hair strips and big eyebags, Harley is 57yrs old

She was sumo wrestling against Catwoman who has the same weight as Harley! The winner will receive $900,000 billion dollars and a free cruise vacation as grand prize. Harley plans to take Ivy with her on vacation, and Catwoman plans to the grand prize to buy a private island and bodyguards to keep her safe from harm and have her cat a golden collar.

[harley-queen-of-gotham]

[Special delivery for doctor harleen quinnzel, it's a cute little plush version of her and ivy, obviously hand made]

-hope you like them, your adress is the only one I know

Harley grabs the plushies and smile hugging it tightly. "Oo.. Who might have been? Thank you sir/ma'am or whatever! When i found where you live... I'll give some gift back."

[shortstackssbbw]

One stormy night at Gotham City, Harley’s Apartment, an 5’6” woman named, Harleen Quinnzel Aka Harley Quinn, Harley sitting on her ripped Recliner Single Sofa Lounger Chair, her belly rolls sags over her armrests, Harley had changed since been doing crime stuff, let herself go at BatBurgers and MCBats Restaurants and her Ivy invited her to Dinner and Dessert from last 89 weeks ago, Harley had skinny Gymnastic body before but now Harley’s body type had changed, Harley had fairly large doughy sloshing double belly with the standard indent towards the bottom that makes it look like a butt, her bottom belly past her half of her knees. She weighs 687lbs, Her breasts was medium before but now it’s now DD's like sacks of flour and were struggling to stay. Her VERY thick legs with frolls like one you saw an fattest woman on old tabloid magazines, a pair of ass cheeks bigger than bowling balls and it sags low, very hammy lower arms but upperarms fattening like fatten hams, and a decent shelf of backfat and Her back was QUITE fat, littered with 30 rolls to potentially hide snacks and others in. Harley had heavy double chins with fatter cheeks on her still adorable face, Harley had few rip holes on her butt side, her chest and large one at her stomach where you can see her bellybutton. Harley heard door knocking as stood up from her ripped Recliner Single Sofa Lounger Chair, waddle to her door, Harley grab a baseball bat from nightstand table. “Who is it?” She barley graces upon her tippy toes to peek through the eyehole. She can't really tell who it is because the eyehole is too blurry. We all know about Harley, she loves surprises, so she curiously proceeds to open the door carefully. “Hey? Who is it?” (Mei)

"is this a Dr Quincy zelli Quincy Quinn Quinn yo you a therapist? " The girl said having a hard time pronouncing Harley quinzel apparently. The dragon girl had been looking for a new therapist after everything that happened to her and apparently Harley put up a add For it somewhere and must have forgotten

[lilithmymind]

Ok, I finally got time so I'm watching this—

WHY THE FUCK DOES HE DRIVES A PIANO!?

Why do they look like teens? Aren't they are in their thirties or something like that?

God bless this motherfucker.

[nespolkei]

og harls my beloved

[apollo-likes-writing]

Taxi!

Character(s): Reader Insert, Lex Luthor, Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley, Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinnzel, Zoom/Hunter Zolomon, Mr Mxyzptlk, Joker, Nightwing/Dick Grayson, The Flash/Barry Allen, Red Robin/Tim Drake, Green Lantern/Hal Jordan, Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane, Reverse Flash/Eobard Thawne, The Riddler/Edward Nighma, Red Hood/Jason Todd, Batman/Bruce Wayne, Wonder Woman/Diana Prince, Superman/Clark Kent, Darkseid (mentioned)

Summary: You applied for a job as a taxi-driver and somehow managed to get it. A lot of very interesting people now enlist your services.

Word count: 1580

Tags: Comedy, chaos, mentions/inferences of explosives and illegal acts such as murder, decapitation (written with comedy in mind)

Authors Note: Me? Finishing a WIP? You must have the wrong person.

Your job was an interesting one.

It wasn't bad, persay. It payed the bills and kept you off the streets. However, if you told yourself a few months ago that you'd be driving some of the most infamous people on the planet around in your tiny yellow taxi every day, you would've laughed and thrown yourself into a psych ward.

Yet here you are, stationed around Central City, Metropolis and Gotham. As you've recently realised, the people who hire your services are quite the colourful bunch, which has led to some- ahem- interesting conversations...

--

"Ah, Y/N! How are you on this fine evening?"

"Wonderful as always, Mr Luthor. How was your day?" you reply, looking at the billionaire through your rear-view mirror.

"Productive," he answers, "My engineering team are in the process of creating a shield strong enough to stop the Sun's rays from reaching the Earth's surface!"

"How interesting! May I ask what it's for?" you question.

"No, you may not."

--

"--And they don't use petrol or diesel? Are you sure?" Ivy asks, fidgeting with her fingers nervously.

"Yep!" Harley replies, "It's a completely electric taxi to help the environment."

"Alright then." Ivy appears to relax a little. She turns to the road as you slow your car to a stop in front of the two women.

"There's my favourite taxi driver! How'ya doin', sweetheart?" Harley asks, leaning through the window to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"Better now you're here, Harley. Where am I taking you lovely ladies?"

"You flatter us," Ivy smiles as she gets in the car and fastens her seat belt, "Ace Chemicals, please."

You shoot her a thumbs up. "Got it."

"I'd be careful if I were you, kid. I heard that the Big Bad Bat is out tonight." Harley warns.

"Not to worry, Harls. I was born a Gothamite. I know how to hide in the shadows just as much as he does."

Shortly after your shift that night, you open your door at the sound of the doorbell ringing to see a beautiful bouquet of pink roses. Attached to it is a small paper label saying: "Thanks for your help sweetheart, much appreciated. - Ivy." Needless to say, the questions your nosy neighbours keep asking you steadily become more and more difficult to answer.

--

"But- you're a speedster? Why do you need me to drive you around Central City when you could jog and be there in seconds?" you ask, turning on your indicator as you drive around a corner.

"Don't worry about it," replies the voice modulator in Zoom's mask.

"Alright-."

--

"Good morning Mr Mit- Mxia- Mr spitlik- Mr Mixiaspitlik."

Mr Mxyzptlk sighs. "Close enough."

--

"So how come you're taking a taxi? Don't you have a clown car?" you question, turning in your seat to face the pale passenger in the back of your taxi.

"WayneTech promised me an electric car by this year, but I still haven't gotten it even though I've put a deposit down! Can you believe it?"

"How horrible!" you reply nervously. You turn to face the steering wheel again while debating whether you should open your door and make a run for it.

"I know, right?"

There's a very long, awkward pause before you speak up.

"So- the explosives in my trunk- are they-?"

"Don't ask about that," he interrupts, pressing a forefinger to his lips, "It'll ruin Batman's surprise!"

"Okay-."

----

It got to the point where your clients would ask for you specifically, so the company you worked for simply gave you a free phone and gave everyone the number. Soon enough, the resident superheroes and vigilantes caught wind of your work and decided to utilise your services themselves.

----

"Hey Y/N! How's business?"

"There's never a dull moment, Nightwing, I'll tell you that."

"Good to hear...good to hear." The black and blue vigilante pauses and scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Hey, could you let a man catch a ride to the docks?"

"Why can't you get there yourself?" you ask, leaning out the driver-side window.

"I- uh- I broke my grapple hook."

You gasp. "Ohhh shit. The Bat isn't going to take that well."

"Trust me, I know." Nightwing replies, groaning.

"Fine, but I'm charging you 15% extra because you didn't call in advance. I'm a busy person, you know."

"What?" he exclaims, "That's daylight robbery!"

"It's 3am, Batboy. Cough up or I'll make it 20."

--

"Hey Y/N!"

"What's with all the Speedsters needing taxis? Couldn't you just get there yourself?"

"A man needs his rest, right?" The Flash replies, shooting you a toothy grin.

"That doesn't even make any- y'know what? I shouldn't of asked."

--

"You too?" you begin, "What, did you break your grapple hook as well?"

"What?" Red Robin questions, "No. Red Hood and Robin are annoying me and you're the only one they like enough to leave alone."

"They like me🥹?"

"We all do. You're surprised?" he responds, raising a brow.

"That's so sweet, oh my goodness."

"Wait- who broke their grapple hook?" Tim asks, looking at you quizzically. At that, you slap your hand over your mouth and instead speak through your fingers.

"No comment."

--

"Run out of juice again, Lantern?"

"Okay- this time it wasn't my fault," Hal replies, slamming the door of your taxi shut.

"Keep telling yourself that buddy."

----

There have been many awkward occasions where your services have been double-booked, which has led to some, uh- peculiar interactions to say the least.

----

"Oh yes, of course! If you oxidise the Kryptonite and make a compound of it with my fear gas, it would probably work on a Kryptonian," Crane waffles.

"Wonderful!" Luthor replies, clapping his hands together. "How much?"

"I beg your pardon?" the psychologist asks.

"How much money do you want for you to synthesise such a concoction?"

"With all due respect, Mr Luthor," you pipe up, "If you continue this conversation while I'm here, I may be arrested."

"How come?"

"Guilt by association."

--

"But you're a Speedster, right? How come you're-?"

"Don't bother asking him. They never give you a straight answer."

Thawne grins, "At least someone here has half a brain."

"How dare you!" the Riddler gasps, "I'll have you know I'm the smartest rogue in all of Gotham. You tell 'em, Y/N!"

"..."

"They seem to disagree," the speedster chuckles.

"What? Oh c'mon! Who do you think is the smartest rogue in Gotham then?"

"Poison Ivy," you reply immediately.

--

"Y'know, I should probably throw you in Arkham."

"Now where's the fun in that, Hood? Besides, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong!"

"You're covered in blood that isn't your own and holding a decapitated head."

"He was in the car when I got here!"

You whip around in your seat. "Harley, if you get blood on my seats I swear to God-."

----

And this is all fine and dandy until you catch the attention of three of arguably the most famous superheroes known to mankind, and they're not here to ask you to take them on holiday.

"You are under arrest under suspicion of harbouring dangerous criminals," Wonder Woman begins, towering above your tiny taxi. "Anything you say or do will be held against you in a court of-"

"Harbouring criminals?" you interrupt, "Since when?"

"I strongly suggest you don't play dumb now. This is a serious offense and unless you want to be thrown in Blackgate you need to listen to us." Batman states, staring menacingly at you with his arms crossed.

"I am listening to you, Batman, you aren't listening to me."

Superman attempts to mediate the situation. "Well then, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"You are aware that members of your Justice League have been using my services, right?" you question, raising an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You heard me--" you continue before turning to the Caped Cruisader, "--And your own children have also been enlisting my help from time to time."

"Preposterous," Batman scoffs.

"Is it? Nightwing has me on speed dial if you want me to prove it to you."

"..."

"That's what I thought."

"This doesn't excuse the fact that you are harbouring criminals," Diana states.

"Criminals? What criminals?"

Superman sighs. "The records at your agency show that you have been helping people such as Poison Ivy, Lex Luthor, Scarecrow, Reverse Flash, and other criminals."

You wave your hand at the trio dismissively. " The only name I recognise from that list is Lex Luthor, and he has not been trialed for any crimes that I know of."

"He has been charged for multiple crimes in the past. Do you not realise this?" Clark replies, his eye beginning to twitch slightly.

"Supes, I am a taxi driver working at minimum wage. Do you really think I can afford a TV?"

"You have a phone, do you not?" Batman asks.

"Yeah, with a whole 16 megabytes of storage on it," you respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.

And with that, they leave you be. Superman and Wonderwoman shoot into the air and Batman follows suit with his grapple hook. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and lean into the driver's seat. You stay there for a few minutes, contemplating what to have for breakfast tomorrow before your phone starts ringing once again. You smile as you read the name on your screen before quickly swiping the screen to answer it.

"Darkseid! How can I help?"

Masterlist

[multiverse-edge-slobs]

One stormy night at Gotham City, Selina’s Apartment, an 5’6” woman named, Harleen Quinnzel Aka Harley Quinn, Harley pay Selina a visit because she haven’t seen her favorite kitty person in weeks or months, Harley’s worried about her but was glad that Selina had changed too like herself, Harley had changed since been doing crime stuff, let herself go at BatBurgers and MCBats Restaurants and her Ivy invited her to Dinner and Dessert from last 89 weeks ago, Harley had skinny Gymnastic body before but now Harley’s body type had changed, Harley had fairly large doughy sloshing double belly with the standard indent towards the bottom that makes it look like a butt, her bottom belly past her half of her knees. She weighs 687lbs, Her breasts was medium before but now it’s now DD's like sacks of flour and were struggling to stay. Her VERY thick legs with frolls like one you saw an fattest woman on old tabloid magazines, a pair of ass cheeks bigger than bowling balls and it sags low, very hammy lower arms but upperarms fattening like fatten hams, and a decent shelf of backfat and Her back was QUITE fat, littered with 30 rolls to potentially hide snacks and others in. Harley had heavy double chins with fatter cheeks on her still adorable face, Harley had few rip holes on her butt side, her chest and large one at her stomach where you can see her bellybutton. Harley panted heavily as getting sweaty already after climb all way up to Selina’s Apartment floor, Harley waddled in the narrow hallway as her entire hips/thighs squashed/brushing against the narrow walls, staircases and narrow walls don’t mix her beautiful jiggle body.

Selina aka Catwomen herd and dent all the shaking coming from the building she went outside to check who it was and was taken by suprise “Harley, what happened to you, it’s been so long, but honestly you kinda look cute”

[mouseratz]

I will create wlw crackships every day. I have no boundaries there I love putting women together who have probably never been in the same panel before in the history of comics.

anyway so today what I want to talk about is the potential between meridian chase and harleen quinnzel because they may have worked at Arkham in a similar timeframe & they both are obsessed with Gotham's heroes and rogues and the psychological mechanics of that (even if most of what we see in canon is like.....not good it's not well written it is usually ableist. but just bear with me here.)

they genuinely seem to have similar character "roles" before Harleen Quinnzel becomes Harley Quinn, except chase never goes down that path of becoming either a hero or criminal herself & was obsessed with Batman, not joker.

but maybe Chase is genuinely envious of Harleen becoming Harley Quinn, especially if they were coworkers and friends prior, and becomes kind of obsessed with what "happened" to her, but once she finds Harley, not only is she enamored, but has trouble finding fault with a lot of it because she seems so happy*, and is so jealous of her ability to live life to the fullest. Chase has always been the sort of person to act as an observer to her own life instead of a participant, someone who tries to understand and analyze everything she does so much instead of just doing it, she has trouble knowing what she wants even though she's been putting in the work to try to find out. and it could absolutely become a thing about repression & sexuality. Harley is her manic pixie dream girl except it's yuri and ends in murder. so.

(*using this loosely here. Harley has a good attitude and at this point is outside of her relationship with Joker, though obviously still has to carry the weight of.... well, the abuse. but she's found herself on the other side of that & generally feeling pretty good about where she's ended up, even if there was something hellish between point a and point b. She's still trying to find out what she really wants from life, too, though, and this story I think would end with them trying to find out what they want Together. the first rule of becoming a murderer is have fun and be yourself ❤️)