#ch: harley quinn

[dcmultiverse]

SUICIDE SQUAD // (2016) — Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn

[nbundarin]

Typical writing day.

[swampcreaturefound]

[sapphicomics]

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

[halfdent]

HARLEY QUINN 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : half of my puddin’ is missin’. do ya have anythin’ to do with this heinous crime 🔫

HARVEY  ducks  head  down  instantaneously  the  minute  he  sees  her  marching  in  here  .  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐆𝐎  ...

TOLD  YOU  IT  WAS  A  BAD  IDEA  ,  HARV  .  BUT  YOU  AIN'T  WILLIN'  TO  LISTEN  TO  ME  .

❝  Babe / @harleqin  ,  I  -  I'm  sorry  .  We  can  go  out  &&  get  you  something  else  .  ❞   The  former  DA  could  be  just  as  guilty  as  his  𝐂𝐎-𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓  . 

❝   Late  night  ,  I  was  tired  ,  hungry  .  I'll  make  this  right  .  ❞  

[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

[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

[dcmultiverse]

Birds of Prey dir. Cathy Yan | 2020

[personae-obscura]

Closed Starter for @thejestersiren

Well, one thing Ciara could officially say about Gotham; they threw creative parties. The family she had sang for tonight had a black tie theme going on which meant she got to sing in one of her nice flowy frocks. As amazing as she looked in vintage clothes, wearing something a little looser once in a while was also very nice. She hadn't even needed to go heavy on the make up! A little pop to her eyed and lips was apparently enough for these guys. Big family too. Probably several family friends in the crowd. All with some Irish heritage some more distant than others. And all of them had been thrilled to hear her singing in Irish Gaelic and spent the night requesting more foll songs. The younger crowd requested some pop songs so she sang those in Gaelic too.

She stepped out into the mild night air, breathing in the city's pollution and tucking her payment into a secure hidden pocket in her jacket. She knew the gossip about this city, she knew better than to go completely without protection and hiding spots. She had her phone out, double checking the way back to the hotel room the family had paid for when she spotted someone beckoning her over.

A blond woman. Pigtails, the ends had very faded dye. Shouldn't she have just cut them off if she didn't plan on refreshing the dye job? Her other hand went to the pocket of her jeans, fingers wrapping around a pocket knife as she stepped closer.

"Can I help ye?" She asked, slow and hesitant but still curious.

[telltalebatman]

here is my Big Official Oswald Cobblepot Tier List

[thvnkpinkarchiv]

@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.

[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

[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  . 

[inabcck]

@ssolessurvivor sent: you've proven your point. (Harley Quinn)

Had she proven her point? Perhaps she had now that the guy had passed out, but she could still see his chest barely lifting up with breath so not dead... yet. Leave it to the new guy though to try and stop her fun which had her turning her blood splattered face towards him. "I don't think I have." Harley stated with almost a deathly calm as she took her knife and placed it between the bones of the unconscious man's fingers as she twisted. "Wakey wakey, no one said you could sleep yet." She pat the guy's face almost tenderly before looking back at Logan.

"You see here, new guy. This is what we do and if you're gonna be soft about it. Weeeellllllll...." She trailed off into a giggle that was all sinister and no real fun in it. She had had her fun with the hostage so if Logan wanted her to stop playing with her food so to speak he could put him out of his misery. "Why don't ya show me the kind of guy you are?" Pulling out the knife she flipped it around to present the handle to him. "You can have a lil' fun with me, get out, or kill the schmuck." She was oh so curious as to which he would pick.

[existentialflirt]

@astremourante prompted: [ MINE ] for one muse to wear something belonging to the oother - Harley

"Okay, but yah can't wear that jacket. It has my name on it," Harley protested, crossing her arms and pouting excessively. "I had it commissioned an' everythin' !"