#ch: harley quinn

[dcbicki]

MARGOT ROBBIE as Harley Quinn & Barbie

[dcmultiverse]

Birds of Prey dir. Cathy Yan | 2020

[dailydcvillains]

Selina Kyle & Harley Quinn in Gotham City Sirens #4

[nbundarin]

Typical writing day.

[swampcreaturefound]

[sapphicomics]

harleen quinzel on covers for harley quinn (2021) #46

[existentialflirt]

Harley was of the belief that dirty money was best spent quickly. She particularly liked turning it into expensive things. Jewelry, designer and custom clothing, fancy meals, and sometimes — art. Contrary to popular opinion, Harley Quinn was not an uncultured ditz. She was just a bit on the picky side. The classics were pretty but had never moved her. She liked modern art, dadaism, absurdist, and surrealism.

But what Harley really loved was a party.

That was how she found herself standing next to Bruce freaking Wayne, looking at a huge painting of Gotham portrayed as a living thing, both thriving and diseased. She was shaken from a dreamlike reverie of getting lost in the details of buildings made of bone and sinew, some decorated with pock marks and scars, bridges of rotted flesh, and streets paved with stained teeth. His voice was familiar, a little too familiar, but really, if you lived in Gotham long enough, you heard Bruce Wayne talking somewhere. For a millionaire, he was surprisingly accessible.

"It's morbid, but I really like it," she remarked when their eyes met, carefully suppressing her accent. Harley swore she saw a flash of recognition in his eyes, but it was probably in her head, like the persistent sense of familiarity when she heard him talk. "What do you think?"

starter for @bruz3r

[halfdent]

HARLEY QUINN 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : when will ya tell yer friends ‘bout me?

❝    Yeah  ?  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄  𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘  ?  Ain't  got  no  friends  ,  got  flunky's  'n'  yes  men  but  don't  got  friends  ,  clown  .  Sure  got  my  favorite  of  the  bunch  but  sooner  or  later  they're  dust  ,  too  busy  livin'  fast  'n'  dyin'  to  care  &&  got  enough  'bout  them  t'know  not  to  ask  me  _   ❞  

Just  as  he  was  speaking  one  of  the  twins  poked  their  head  through  the  door  .  '  Oh  hi  ,  HARLEY / @harleqin ,  sugar  .  '  ...  𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐒   instantaneously  sighs  &&  shifts  gear  . 

❝    See  ,  I  don't  talk  I  show  .  Now  get  'ere  ,  woman  .    ❞    He  was  being  ironic  ,  a  little  humour  mixed  in  as  his  growl  drops  a  little  lower  ,  slouching  back  in  his  chair  ,  legs  forward  ,  more  available  space  on  his  lap  for  the  jester  . 

[dcbicki]

HARLEY QUINN | BARBIE Suicide Squad (2016) ♦ Birds of Prey (2020) ♥ Barbie (2023)

[dcmultiverse]

The Suicide Squad dir. James Gunn | 2021

[feathersontheclyde]

" WHOA. That was a lot, toots and that's comin' from me. It sounds like you need a realignment. Smashing shit can be pretty cathartic, even better when it belongs to assholes. Wanna give it a try? Huh? " She asks wrapping an arm around her new repressed friend.

@chrissyfied

[telltalebatman]

here is my Big Official Oswald Cobblepot Tier List

[thvnkpink]

@thewxnderer liked for a starter from Harley Quinn!

They’d been in worse situations. At least Harley had anyways. Once a girl lived under The Joker’s roof not much phased her anymore. So the news of this Get Out of Hell Free card and that Amanda Waller was dying? It came as no shock to her. It seemed like a wild goose chase from the start, though. The card was with some stripper named Steele Maxum who’d ( for whatever ungodly reason ) been Doctor Fate at one point in time. Then it was stolen from him by two girls and then it was again stolen from them by one of the chick's dad. Meanwhile, Floyd was too busy trying to find Zoe to talk to her to actually focus on their mission which left Harley in a tough spot. She had to keep lying to Waller over comms about the true nature of what he was doing just to save him from getting his head blown off. Meanwhile, she was stuck with a religious nut, a snake guy, Boomer, and some super apathetic cold chick to babysit. She thought this was going to be fun! So many of her old friends were together in one place again but instead, she was juggling everyone else to keep them in check. So much for Floyd being the task force leader of this group.

A knock on the RV draws her attention from where she’d been pouting against one of the windows. Her body slumps nearly fully to the ground out of her seat before trudging solemnly over to the door. Hopefully, it was Floyd so they could get a move on and she could stop saying he was performing reconnaissance. Harley was positive that if she gave that lame-ass excuse to Waller one more time she’d detonate her nanite just for the hell of it and probably Floyd’s shortly after hers. She throws the door to the RV open, her body still slumped over and expecting to chase some weird passer-byer or cop off but instead; she is very *pleasantly* surprised with Rick Flag’s face. Immediately, Harley perks up and squeals as she throws her arms around his neck. 

“Flag!” She squeezes the taller man in her grasp with every ounce of strength she possesses in her body ( more than you’d believe from looking at her ) before pulling back to beam up at him. “Thank god you’re here. You would not believe the crap I’ve been through!”

[inabcck]

It was hard to listen to him and pay attention to the little cutie in her arms trying to talk to them too, but she nodded her head at both of them. "I can play along until I get my wings." She didn't like the idea of enduring things for Jaime as if he meant something more to her than just the first Doctor that actually seemed to understand her. She'd rather do it for more play time with his daughter if she was honest. "Though I'm not doin' it for you. I'm doin' it for me." And her. It was weird for there to be nothing planned, no real session, no activities just her playing with his baby. That was fine she guessed. "So I just getta enjoy playin' today. Nice!" She grinned and tickled Evelyn wanting to see where she was ticklish and could get the best laughs at.

"Why does anyone do something that doesn't make sense?" Harley questioned him her eyes lifting to his own. All the lives that she took up until her split with the Joker had been because it was what he wanted, it made him happy, and she wanted to make him happy because she fancied herself in love. "I thought I was in love." She shrugs her shoulders then and her eyes went back down to the baby in her lap and she gently stroked her hair pushing it away from her face. "You weren't swingin' yer dick around like you thought you were some big deal cause you got tha job of talkin' ta me. He was no betta than those scummy guards that baby sit me. An' besides..." She looked back at him tilting her head a little in a bit of what some would deem an unsettling way. "You let me in too. An' I could tell ya read my file before comin' ta chat. The otha guy was tryin' ta get his dick wet."

The baby was so excited to be in Harley’s arms, babbling away as if the two of them could understand her. “I’m glad you prefer it in here, it’s the first steps to getting you out… like I said, you just need to be good. I know they hurt you and I know they are disgustingly cruel but I need for you to endure it for me… I wish I didn’t have to say those words but it’s the only way to get you out. Cooperation is how I can plead my case” he said softly and frowned a little. Jaime slowly sat down in front of the two of them and shrugged. “Nothing planned, I just wanted them to see you with Evelyn and to show them just how safe you are” he spoke softly and glanced to the cushioned floor he sat upon.

“Harley, why did you do what you did?” He asked in a whisper. “this isn’t to do with my therapy, I just want to know. You’re so gentle, I can tell your heart is so big. I just can’t understand how you’ve killed before” he whispered and frowned a little. “Your last therapist was murdered by your hand too… but I gave you that chance many times to kill me, yet you didn’t” he whispered, moving his hand slowly so that it didn’t scare Harley, his fingers brushing under Evelyn’s chin but he kept it slow since she was sat in Harley’s arms.

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 1

Jason Todd x Chubby! Reader (fem) A/N: I don't know what I'm doing here, I'm not even much of a DC fan, but Jason Todd has quickly become my latest hyper fixation character (Harley Quinn too, do I just have a thing for Joker victims???) so ... thank you for giving me a place to put this energy I guess! 😂 I'm not super confident on the characterizations, but I'm going with it because I like it. If it's wildly ooc ... that tracks, given that the only DC comic I've read is Batman: Wayne Family Adventures. Read it, or don't, I just needed to get the thoughts out of my head. The art doesn't belong to me, but the writing does. Please do not post elsewhere!

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, starting out fluffy, will probably get NSFW later so minors DNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

word count: 1.7k

Chapter Selection

In a city known for its masked fighters, you learn pretty quickly that everyone and everything is a potential threat. Every approaching stranger on the street, every loud sound behind you, every dark alleyway. Being bigger than me certainly isn't a prerequisite to being a danger, but it does have a way of setting off my mental alarms. I've found that big men are used to getting their way, and they get all sorts of bent out of shape if you deny them their wishes. Especially when they think they're doing you a favor.

It died down a bit after high school; I learned to exist in public with ‘fuck off’ stamped across my face. Headphones on, reading a book, intentionally seated at the table furthest from the other cafe patrons. All the typical signs of someone who wants to be left alone; nothing about me said ‘please come talk to me'. So I was understandably on edge when I noticed someone standing by the chair across from me. I look up just a bit, gesturing to the chair with a nod. Silent consent to take it back to his table and leave me to my book.

No such luck. The man simply smiled and mimed taking headphones off. Putting a bored look on my face, I moved one off my ear. “... Hm?”

“Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but my brother thinks you're really beautiful and is refusing to come tell you himself.” 

I could feel my expression turning to stone. “... What is this, middle school?”

His cheerful grin faltered ever so slightly; “hey, I know it's a bit silly, but he's awkward around cute girls, so what's a brother to do, ya know?”

I stared him down; “... You're not fooling anyone. Move on.”

“... Sorry, ‘fooling anyone’?”

“It’s not funny, it’s not even hurtful the 20th time, it's just annoying. Go. Away.” It was a lie; it was always painful to be on the receiving end of these pranks. But that was what these guys wanted, so I wasn't going to tell him that. My headphones back in place, the guy slunk away.

Ten minutes later, another person was standing by the chair. I pretended not to see him, continuing to read my book, until he plopped down in the seat. I looked up slowly and he smiled, another oddly warm smile, leaning forward on his elbows.

An incredibly put-out sigh later, I slid the headphones off one ear again. “What?”

“Hi, I'm Tim! I'm not sure what exactly my brother said to you, but I wanted to let you know - we're not trying to prank you or something. Our brother is just way too awkward with girls. It's painful to watch, really, so we figured we'd give him a hand.” He spoke much too fast for me to get a word in. I blinked a bit, raising an eyebrow.

“... You frat boys are really committing to the bit these days, huh?”

“Huh? No, really, I promise!”

My headphones were nearly back into place when a child showed up. His impatient expression matched how I felt about the whole situation. “As usual, Drake, your plans are far too convoluted to be effective. Watch and learn.”

He turned to me, nothing about his demeanor changing; “hello. Todd said we shouldn't bother you because you ‘clearly want to be alone’, but I am convinced the only way to stop their nonsense is if he comes over. May he have a moment of your time?”

Frowning a little, I stared at the kid. He stared right back, neither of us blinking for a solid minute as we sussed each other out. His expression barely changed, but the boredom in his eyes turned into determination. “... Well, you're definitely not a frat boy. So I'll make you a deal; you may report back that he has permission to come say hi. If he doesn't choose to, that's the end of this little charade. And if either of them” I gestured to the one sitting at my table; “comes back over here, I start stabbing. Got it?”

The boy nodded once, and I thought I saw a ghost of a smirk. “You have my word.” He dragged the other man out of the chair by his shirt, pulling him stumbling toward their table. That was when I saw him. The only person at their table who hadn't come over yet. Even hunched over the table he was enormous, probably close to six feet tall; exactly the kind of man I typically avoided. The kid spoke sharply, pointing in my direction, and his head shot up to look in my direction. Even from across the spacious patio, I could see his face turning red. The obnoxious, cocky smirk I was expecting to see was entirely missing; instead he seemed almost confused.

Headphones back on but turned off so I could hear if he approached, I returned to my book. But I only got through a few pages before the first one shouted; “and offer to get her another coffee or something!”

I looked over to see the tall one frozen halfway between our tables, a look on his face like he was considering jumping over the patio fence to get away. His demeanor reminded me of a lost puppy, and I couldn't help the chuckle that rose up out of my throat. I bookmarked my page, set the book aside, and slid my headphones down around my neck. I really thought he was about to bolt until I lifted one hand, curling my fingers to gesture for him to continue toward me.

He stopped short by a good several feet, eyeing the distance between himself and the chair, and took one extra step back. It seemed as if he was hyper aware of just how much he loomed over me; the way he stood was like he was trying to will himself to be smaller, and he kept his hands at his sides. “Um … hi. … Sorry, this is … this is really weird …”

I nodded, watching him. “It is a bit. … Todd, was it?”

“Jay… Jason.”

“Not Todd?”

“Jason Todd. Damian calls me Todd, he thinks using people's last names keeps them at an arm's length…” Jason Todd. The name felt familiar, but I couldn't place why. He continued to ramble about how important tone was in determining whether this Damian kid was referring to you with affection or disdain, and I watched him. He was admittedly very cute; he had a sort of a bad boy aesthetic -leather jacket, dark clothes, a white streak in his hair, some unusual scars on his face and arms-, which juxtaposed interestingly with the gentleness in his voice, bright eyes, and awkward mannerisms. That was actually the thing that made the most sense about this situation; bikers are often secret teddy bears.

“... Jason?”

He looked up at me, one hand sheepishly making its way into his hair. “Yeah, sorry, you want me to go. I'll get them to stop harassing you, so sorry-”

“Actually, I was going to say you don't have to stand the whole time.” I gestured to the chair across from me.

He hesitated, watching me. “... Y- you don't want me to go?”

I smiled softly and shook my head. “Sit?”

He quickly obeyed, a hesitant smile on his face, which was almost immediately hidden by his hand when his brothers whooped from their table. “... God, I'm so sorry … th- they mean well, really, they're not trying to be weird …”

I laughed softly, “it's fine, that's what siblings do, right?”

“... I guess so … I've been sort of … away for a while, but I guess this is pretty standard sibling behavior. … Right?”

“I mean, a little more insistent than mine, but not too far outside the realm of what I’d consider normal.” I shrugged, finishing my chai latte.

He smiled slightly, considering that. “... Hm … um … c- can I get you another?” He gestured to my cup.

“... Sure, I've got time.”

The pleased grin on his face as he looked away to flag down a server surprised me. Then again, everything about him was surprising. Still, no one had ever looked at me quite like that before… 

The server sauntered over, clearly curious about my new companion. Jason smiled brightly; “Hi, can we get another for the lady? And I'll have a medium black coffee, sweet, please.”

Huh. He called me a ‘lady’. Not a girl, or a chick, a lady. That was … also surprising. We chatted for a little while, sipping our coffees, and tried to ignore his staring brothers. He was incredibly awkward, in a sweet, endearing way. I got the impression that he wasn't fully comfortable, but chalked it up to how weirdly this all started. After a while, the first one returned, a small grimace on his face.

I raised an eyebrow; “I'm pretty sure I told the little one that the next one of you to come over was getting stabbed.”

“I know, I know! I'm so sorry, but Jay, we gotta go. Bruce texted…”

That was when it clicked; why I knew the name Jason Todd. He was a Wayne … his death had dominated the news cycle for a week. His miraculous, frankly poorly explained, return was the story for at least two.

He looked, torn, between me and his brother. “Oh … um …”

The man I finally recognized as Dick Grayson leaned forward and fake-whispered, “the words you're looking for are ‘can I have your phone number'?”

Jason swatted him away, blushing bright red; “Seriously, Dick? … well, can I-”

His ears were turning red as I held my hand out for his phone. I added my contact info and, feeling unusually bold, I added ☕💖 after my name while Jason dropped a couple of bills on the table; I smiled a bit, realizing he was leaving enough to cover my first drink for me too. I passed his phone back, enjoying the look of wonder on his face when he checked the screen. The way he whispered my name, like a prayer meant only for god's ears, had my stomach doing backflips.

“thanks … I'll call you?”

“Sounds good. I'm a night owl, so not too early, yeah?”

He nodded eagerly. “Not too early, promise.”

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[sapphicomics]

harleen quinzel and pamela isley on covers for harley quinn (2021) #48

"somebody ruined my perfect date night!!!! professor pyg here, gotham city’s most sensual and available bachelor. i regret to inform you that my one true love, harley quinn, has left my heart spurned and abused. well, i simply can’t have that, so i’m going to do what any maladjusted individual would do and throw a fit in the swamp! try having a nice time with poison ivy now! in fact, you know what? get lost, poison ivy! harley quinn’s got a new hubby, and he has a perfect piggy nose!!!!! let’s get sick together!!!!!!!"

releasing 26th february 2025