#harleen quinzel fanfic

[multifanatics]

Losing My Religion || Harleen Quinzel x GN!Reader

A/N: Based off of R.E.M's Losing My Religion, I tried to focus more on pre-Harley Quinn as it lets me gets me into Harley's character a little more. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Arkham, Mental Health, Bank robbery, Probably more... Proceed with caution..

Word Count: 857

[Y/N] was found in the position of someone who lost everything. Sitting on heels while knees dug into concrete, hands open and bloody as if holding a gift to present to oneself, while tears broke through the dam they were sure was unbreakable. The only cling to any sanity they had left was the blood on their hands, the innocent desperation was ripped away from them. No sense of true direction and the silent begs to have someone wake them up from the twisted dream. 

“You always remember your first, no matter if it was out of defense.” The feminine voice brings [Y/N] out of their memory bank. [Y/N] was thrown into Arkham, home of the criminally insane once Batman had caught wind of their rising fame in the criminal underworld. Bank robberies, fires, killings, the whole shabang besides the killer riddles, jokes, ect. [Y/N] had not been able to find out their gimmick, how to proceed from the first. 

“That’s the thing, Ms. Quinzel… I don’t remember anything except the final crack in the sanity I tried so desperately to cling onto. It felt like cracking a million coconuts in slow motion. Have you ever done that?” 

“Gone insane?”  Doctor Harleen Quinzel questioned. She was the current assigned case worker to Arkham patient [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Harleen writes something onto her clipboard as [Y/N] slings their body over the chair laying in the seat instead of sitting. 

“No, No. Opened? No, not opened. Cracked a coconut?” [Y/N] asked while making a cracking motion with their hands, pretending slowly to crack open the same coconut they referred to as their sanity on that dreadful night. 

“No, I haven’t. Why a coconut?”  Harleen looks up from her clipboard and [Y/N] turns their head now facing the doctor before asking. 

“What?” [Y/N]’s hands are still fidgeting with the pretend coconut. 

“You use the coconut as a metaphor for your sanity, why?” 

“No, I understand what you asked. Let me rephrase.. What does this piece of information help you learn about me?” [Y/N] once again sat up elbows on their knees, palms connected as their chin rests on their middle fingers no longer concerning themself with the coconut. 

“It helps me understand what your brain means to you. I remember our deal. I help you find a gimmick and you help with my research.” deal? [Y/N] questioned themself maybe it was that hysterical patient getting to Harleen but [Y/N] could break out of Arkham anytime they wanted too. Or at least that’s what they thought. 

“Well!” [Y/N] pointed their pointer and middle fingers at Harleen, their hands still touching each other. They learn back in the chair, trying to subconsciously soothe themself. 

“A coconut is tough on the outside but if you crack the coconut enough it leaks and opens. Now, tell me what you got from that doctor.” [Y/N] enjoyed their sessions with Harleen, she was one of them. Harleen took the time to understand her patients and that was what made her so different from every other doctor. Harleen writes something on her clipboard before returning her attention to [Y/N]. 

“It shows that you believed you proved strength through said sanity you believed it to be something much stronger than what it was. If it had not been thrown around, cracked enough to break and leak.” Harleen spoke, to which [Y/N] gathered the information and before they could get their end of the supposed deal Harleen was being called off. 

“Try Losing My Religion.” Harleen spoke before having to leave the room and [Y/N] was dragged off to their cell, the song vaguely coming to their mind. [Y/N] kept themself up throughout the night trying to peel apart the song to find some hidden meaning behind it. What it was supposed to mean. 

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A few weeks after the great Arkham break or at least the Arkham break that birthed Harley Quinn the once amazing physiatrist who spent too much time with the inmates. [Y/N] and Harley robbed a bank. Their partnership in Arkham took a new hold on each of them as they both came to a familiar understanding of what exactly Harley meant.. They knew that it was them in the spotlight of Gotham city. 

When Harley found her gimmick the Harlequin [Y/N] finally followed suit, matching the woman who helped them find themself. A black and white themed Jester who was much more into the show performance rather than the punchline of a joke. [Y/N] whistled a familiar song, one that had plagued them and defined what happened that wonderful night. [Y/N] smirked, incapable of a true smile while Harley and them made their getaway from the bank. Walking off knowing that they were meant to be exactly where they were. Causing mayhem and madness everywhere they went this incredible duo would be the next face of Gotham city’s villains. The spotlight was them, when they tried, cried, and lost themselves day by day but at least they lost each other together.

[capr1pengu1n]

Let's go paint the town on our way home

Summary: After her latest crime, Harley comes home and wants nothing more than to rail her girlfriend in her adrenaline fueled state.

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader (no use of y/n), villain kink/crime kink, dom!harley, thigh riding, fingering, strap-on use, praise and degradation, harley and reader are dating

Words: 3.1k

Notes: Wanted to write my gf while i work on a riddler request, I love writing Harley (and tbh I love writing wlw)

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‘This is Vicki Vale reporting live from downtown Gotham, where we’re receiving information that a business meal seating various members of the board of directors of Lexcorp was interrupted by known criminal Harley Quinn, who proceeded to hold them at gunpoint and rob them.’

Observing the TV with wide eyes, you watch the cctv footage of your girlfriend skipping into the Plaza Hotel armed with her pink and red glittery gun and baseball back strapped to her back. You sit up on the sofa, following the story as it’s being reported. Knowing she was planning something, she hadn’t told you anything about it, not a completely uncommon occurrence for her. But now as you sit and fidget on the cushions, fiddling with the expensive bracelet she’d given you a few weeks ago, you can’t deny the heat that rises to your cheeks.

Having a girlfriend who’s as dangerous and…unpredictable as Harley certainly kept life interesting, but you couldn’t deny how much her criminality excited you. Something about her bubbly personality being contrasted by the violence that she could display at any given moment was something that thrilled you and slightly scared you in equal measure.

Still, seeing the shaky phone camera footage capturing how she tormented the rich bastards of Lexcorp certainly makes you feel more thrilled and excited than anything. She’d opted to wear the red and black corset you loved on her, accentuating her body and pushing her chest up just right. It made you feel a little pervy, with your first thought being that you wished the cameraman lingered on her before he tried to duck under a table.

Regardless, that thought didn’t wait for long before you hear loud rhythmic knocks at your apartment door. You get up, but seemingly not fast enough before the door is rammed open. Gasping, you panic a little before your girlfriend bounces in, a bag on her shoulder and a wild look in her eye. Placing her gun on the sideboard and unclasping her bat from her back, she smirks.

“Awe sugar, you watchin’ about me?”

You can recognise her facial expression and general demeanor as she comes over to you. Her breath erratic and slightly laboured, her pupils blown wide, and that laser focused look in them. She’s high on adrenaline, on the thrill of committing a crime. And the way she slams her lips into yours proves that.

Stumbling backwards, you brace yourself on the sofa’s armrest before she pushes you fully on the sofa and climbs onto your lap. Her lips move quickly against yours, her red lipstick mostly likely smudging and leaving a mess. Licking your bottom lip teasingly, she giggles against you and pull away, now fully straddling you.

“Ya saw me on the news then?” She grins, clearly fishing for praise you were all too happy to give.

“Yeah, you looked amazing.” You breathe, staring up at her like she’d hung the stars for you.

“Mhm, I was pretty good huh?”

She leans down and kisses up your neck, kiss marks littering your skin in a frantic manner. Humming against it, she grins before sucking and leaving a large hickey, reveling in your soft noise.

“What did you…steal from them?” You ask, wanting to get a little more information out of her before she presumably rails you into oblivion.

She huffs against your neck, clearly not wanting to remove her teeth from your pulse point but she sits back up. However she grins and changes her mind as she hops off you and grabs the bag.

“Those rich shmucks had so much in those fat wallets, you got no idea sweetheart.” She grins, before dumping it all out onto your carpet.

Eyes widening, you take in the Rolex watches and wads of dollar bills and cuff links and…suit jackets?

“Oh yeah, made a few of ‘em strip naked. Heard ‘em sayin’ rude things about the waitress.” She explains with a cruel laugh, and you can’t deny how much you bite your lip a little at the thought of her humiliating those pigs. Noticing, she tilts your chin to look up at her now you’re sitting up, her chipped nail slightly digging in.

“You like that? The thought of me bein' mean to those men? Does it make your pussy wet to know how bad I am?”

Her slightly teasing and slightly demeaning tone has you nodding in agreement before you can process what she said, pathetic eyes looking up at her. Grinning, she bends over to kiss you again before groping you through your pyjama shorts. You gasp, not expecting her to touch you so quickly before she pulls her hand away with a smirk.

“Fuckin’ drenched, that’s my girlie.”

You whimper softly and nod, before Harley straightens up and bends down properly again to sift through some of her loot. Her ass is squeezed into a pair of her favourite red and black leather trousers, as you ogle her shamelessly. Just when you’re about to reach out and get some payback for her groping you, she moves and turns back to you, grabbing your arms and starting to place the expensive watches on you.

You almost laugh at how big some of them are on your arms, as she loads you up with watches that most likely cost more than your rent for a whole year. She hums at her handiwork, adding a few bracelets she got from the women of the hotel before sitting on your lap once again, running her hands along your chest.

“They look much better now, on the arms of someone much prettier.”

You smile a little at her compliment, before she slowly pushes your pyjama top up. She waits for your permission before pulling it clean off, starting to fondle your breasts. Pushing your chest out, she grins and circles you nipples with her thumbs. You respond with a soft noise, gripping her waist before gently trying to move her onto your thigh.

“God I’m desperate for ya dollface, seein’ you sat here so polite and civilian like, watchin’ reports of my crimes on the news.” She growls out, clearly excited as you make a strangled noise. She laughs before readjusting herself, starting to grind on your thigh as she kisses you once again. She completely dominates the kiss, her tongue in your mouth as you both swap spit. It’s messy and filthy and just what she wants. After her past partners, she’s overjoyed that she managed to find a girl like you, someone so innocent. In a way you almost remind her of herself, but she’s determined to treat you better than she was treated. You’re her goddamn princess, her pretty pet to be pampered and spoiled; as well as to be used for pleasure.

Starting to move her over your thigh, you let her hump against you, releasing her pent up energy. She moans softly into your mouth, causing your hips to buck up as your clit throbs. Head spinning, you shift her back and forth, attempting to keep up with her frantic and disjointed kiss. When she pulls away for breath, saliva connects your lips as she keeps grinding. Your hands move to her hips, before moving to squeeze her ass, finally doing what you’ve wanted to do as soon as you saw her in the skin tight leather.

She responds with a soft groan, gripping your neck as she keeps moving. With the sudden pressure, you gasp and start to bounce your leg, wanting to give her the most pleasure you can. Eventually though she reluctantly gets off you, just to quickly unbutton her trousers and pull them down. Gazing at her black lacy panties, she grins and gives you a spin. She’s never been one to be shy about her body in any capacity.

“Wore ‘em for you sugar, you like?”

You can only nod dumbly as she resettles on your thigh and starts again, pushing you so your back is against the sofa completely and her hand can find a home around your neck once again. She moans softly, only her panties separating her dripping cunt from your thigh as she grinds. You run your hands over her now exposed thighs, feeling the smooth skin underneath you. The shiver that runs through your girlfriend’s body makes you almost moan yourself, gripping her hips and guiding her movements again as the grip she has on your neck tightens a little.

“Fuck…you’re so good f’me, so so good.” She praises, words a little slurred due to how worked up she was before she even got her hands on you.

Wanting her to feel more, you gently move your hand and brush your thumb against her clothed clit, causing a high pitched whimper to escape her. Taking this as encouragement, you do your best to rub soft circles as she grinds against your thigh, before she stills and allows you to slip your hand fully into her panties. You rub her clit faster now, knowing her body well enough to know how close she is to the edge.

“Yeah just like that, yeah baby…so good…” she moans out, gripping your neck so tight you feel lightheaded. But that feeling only serves to push you more, wanting to feel her come undone. Your twisted way of rewarding her for her twisted actions. She starts to hump your hand, breath getting more airy and stuttery.

“I’m gonna cum sugar…yeah that’s it make me cum…” she encourages you, but with the grip on your throat it’s not like you have much choice. Still, you keep your rhythm until she’s cumming on your hand with a loud whine, soaking your fingers in her wetness. You whimper as she releases her grip, as you gulp heavy intakes of air.

She grins, seemingly not needing a rest after her orgasm before she excitedly pulls you up to your feet, kissing you frantically once more before pulling away.

“Ain’t you perfect. Come on, this is just the start.”

She pulls you into the bedroom, the garish watches on your wrists and arms clacking against each-other as she pushes you face first onto the bed. You go to readjust yourself, slightly dazed from the fast pace, before she slaps your ass.

“Nuh uh, no movin’” she reprimands you, as she reaches under the bed for the box you keep all your toys in. Since you both started dating, your sex toy collection had increased dramatically, with Harley always keen to try out new things, no matter how daunting they looked to you. In fact, in the first few months of you both dating, Gotham’s sex shops saw an uptake in robberies, which Harley pretends to not know anything about. She grabs a bottle of lube before she gets the blindfold out, going over and placing it on your eyes.

“Look at you…you’re the best thing I ever stole.” She says lowly, running a nail down your spine to make you shiver. Clenching your thighs together, you whimper and she has the audacity to laugh. “And so desperate already.”

She takes a moment to observe you, like a gift all for her, before she digs into the box again. You can hear her, but for someone so frantic and high on adrenaline earlier, she's certainly being slow now.

"Harley…”

“Don’t be a brat pet.” She scolds you, pinching your hip and causing you to jump a little. You hear the sound of metal clasps as you try your hardest to be good for her, to not move or squirm.

“Y’know…those men I robbed? They were sayin’ shit to the waitress about how good they were in bed. How good they could fuck.” She starts, causing you to frown a little in confusion before you hear the bottle of lube open and her wet fingers prodding against your hole.

You moan softly as she sinks them inside you, two digits stretching you out before she continues. “Thought it was so funny, the male ego and all that. As if they’re god’s gift.”

Trying to follow along with her words, you nod in agreement as she presses your g spot over and over again in a relentless pace. Your hips buck into the bed sheets, relieving some pressure on your aching clit.

“But it’s bullshit, ain’t no man that good.” She mumbles, pressing a third finger inside. That’s when you realise she isn’t just fingering you, she’s prepping you. Prepping you for something bigger.

Stretching your wet pussy, the lewd sounds make you whimper in embarrassment but only serve to spur Harley on. Her fingers dig into your hips to keep you still as she thrusts her fingers in and out roughly.

“Ain’t no way they’d be able to have you like this, dripping like a goddamn faucet for me.” She says proudly, smacking your ass as if to accentuate her point.

Roughly she removes her digits, before you hear the cap of the lube pop open again. You try and look under your blindfold and crane your neck but decide against it; when Harley’s in one of these moods, she can be brutal in regards to punishments. Then you feel the tip of a dildo against your needy hole, teasing your entrance.

“Ain’t no way they could fuck you like I can.” She declares, before the dildo is forced inside of you. Crying out, you claw at the sheets as it fills you, the size taking you off guard for a moment. Then when you feel her hips pressed against your ass, it all makes sense as she bottoms out inside you. She isn’t just fucking you with the dildo, she’s fucking you with her strap.

“Say it f’me sugar.” She tells you, pulling your hair gently.

“Nobody can fuck me like you Harls…”

“Damn right.” She says triumphantly before pulling out and thrusting inside again, causing you both to moan. It takes all her willpower not to just rail you into the mattress right away, knowing she needs to get you used to the pace and size. Despite her eagerness, she never wants to hurt you in a way you don’t enjoy, in a way you don’t beg her for.

Sliding her hand up your back, she settles on grabbing your hand, holding it as she rocks in and out of you at a steady pace. She peppers kisses along your shoulders, her red lipstick staining your skin in beautiful strokes of passion.

Every little gasp and whimper that falls from your lips is music to her ears, wishing she can bottle it inside a music box to play whenever she wants. Her thoughts drift to recording you and putting the sound in her fake jack-in-the-boxes; the look on penguin’s men’s faces or the pigs at GCPD when they hear your pretty cries before the trap explodes in a bomb of confetti and knock out gas.

However she’s snapped from those thoughts when she realises she’s slowed down. You’re moaning impatiently, trying to thrust back into her cock, to which she smiles.

“So slutty, all for me.” She coos, picking up the pace, “gonna whine like a little brat whenever i slow down?”

Nodding, you claw at the sheets as you're fucked, the laughter you hear from behind you only succeeding in getting your pussy that much wetter. Every nudge you feel the dildo against your g spot has you making pathetic noises, shivering as your girlfriend squeezes and gropes at your ass.

"C'mon doll, tell me you like it."

"I like it Harley." You're pretty proud of yourself for being able to remain coherent as you're railed, especially when she spanks you sharply.

"Yeah, bet you do. Bet y'were just waitin' for me to get home to fuck your pretty little cunt huh?"

Moving to nod, she spanks you harder, clearly in the mood to give you every scrap of sensation she can tonight. Scrambling forward a little, the jangle of the watches and bracelets on your wrists act almost like a bell on a collar, alerting her to your movements.

"Nuh uh, you ain't getting away from me babygirl. Just gonna lie there and take it."

And take it you do. You take each punishing thrust into your cunt, gasping for breath between whines and groans as Harley truly makes good on her word. She fucks you better than anyone ever has, anyone ever could. And you take it.

Soon your clit throbs from lack of attention, and you let out a pitiful noise, to which she responds "Awe, your clit all needy? Need ol' Harls to play with it? Make it all better?"

You nod and beg almost immediately, like a tape being played, desperate for her to give in. Luckily for you, she does, reaching around and rubbing fast circles.

"There ya are, ain't you a lucky girl. Could've made ya beg for it more. I'm in a givin' mood tonight."

Her words cause your body to tense, the pleasure simmering in your core as she keeps fucking you deep. God you wish you could see her from behind the blindfold, but you can't deny the sensations are all the more intense with it over your eyes. After a while, the build up of your orgasm threatens to reach its peak as you tell her.

"Oh baby, wanna see ya cum so bad. Come on sugar, gimme what I want. Want y'to make a mess all over my dick."

After her practically begging you, it only takes a few more thrusts for you to cum with a desperate moan, making good on her word and making a mess all over the plastic toy. She gives a shriek of happiness, not stopping until you twitch and gasp in overstimulation before reluctantly pulling out. Leaning down, she gives a comedically loud MWAH to your asscheek, branding you with a lipstick mark before undoing her strap.

"Did so well for me precious! God you're such a good girl." she praises as she lays beside you, beaming. You in turn thank her and snuggle up to her, letting her arms go around your body and pull you closer, reaching behind your head to undo the blindfold. Adjusting to the light, you squint up at her gorgeous face as she smiles down at you with pride.

"My favourite girl, you know that right?" she asks, pulling you impossibly closer. You miss it, but her soft expression conveys her satisfaction at your current situation; how safe she truly feels with you, and how grateful she is for that safety. You let her be herself, when at times she isn't completely sure what is herself. And hell, you even like it, you like her more obsessive and criminal tendencies. With a gently brush of her fingers in your hair, she feels at home in your bed, with you and only you.

"Yeah Harley, and you're mine."

[ledesaid]

Billy has a fever🌡️

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Well, it's official. He doesn't have much luck today. Well, he hasn't had much luck in recent years. He was barely eleven years old (ten years and seven months) and was delirious, alone, in his small corner of the world.

Billy had been proud of having avoided getting sick until this point because he already knew what would happen next: he would have to turn himself in to social services so they could take him to the hospital and then he would escape again. Complicated. Not many had luck in that last part of the plan; he had friends who, after that, couldn't escape the system again.

The problem was that he barely had enough strength to move an arm, he couldn't get up, much less go out into the streets in search of a police officer or a precinct. This left him with two options: call the League on his communicator or use his chalk to open a portal.

The cold December wind whipped against his window hard enough to drown out his thoughts. But one broke through strongly enough to make him decide.

How was he going to bring one of his colleagues to the little hole he tried to call home?

Well, is the portal.

Billy had an emergency circle that would take him to a beautiful island hidden somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Titan Gaia had entrusted him with that place if he fell ill, and now was the time. He could barely distinguish the symbols the chalk left behind, but he was sure he had written beloved caretaker of green life. What he wasn't sure about was if he had properly delimited the spatial jump.

Maybe that's why he was looking at a redheaded woman before passing out instead of a thirty-foot-tall humanoid mountain.

"Well, this isn't something you see every day... Who are you, kid?"

Billy can't respond, and the next thing he knows is that he wakes up in a warm room, fortunately without windows being battered by intense snow. Very clean, clear walls, drawings of plants on the walls, but it wasn't the hospital.

Then he notices that he was in a bed shaped like a giant bunny, no, it really looked like a giant bunny plush with a mattress in the middle of it. A little madness.

A soft, warm, and fluffy madness.

By this time, Billy notices his fever has disappeared. Yes, his head hurts slightly and he has an IV connected to his arm, but he feels strong enough to patrol for a couple of days.

"How do you feel, little fern?"

Billy: Little fern?

"We've taken care of you like a fern, and Harley wanted to nickname you that until we knew your name."

Billy: Thanks, I'm Billy.

Pamela: Good, I'm Pamela, and soon you'll meet Harley, she's my wife. She's a bit energetic, so I apologize in advance for the noise, but that's how she shows her affection.

Billy doesn't know quite what to do or say. If the portal had failed and brought him in front of this woman, it would be hard to explain how it was possible, and escaping would be a bit complicated until he could call the captain.

A wonder indeed was his situation.

Pamela: Don't think too loudly, Billy, we're not going to turn you over to social services or the police.

Billy: Really? * he said a bit confused * Why?

Pamela: We're not exactly lovers of that side of the law, but we know how to recognize a kid in trouble who needs a hand.

Billy grabbed the soft, fluffy sheets that covered him tightly. It was time.

Billy: Thank you very much, really. If you give me a couple of hours, I'll be gone and you'll never hear from me again. I promise.

The woman raised an eyebrow in disbelief, possibly, Billy wondered if he had said something wrong, but he didn't understand exactly what. Was a couple of hours too much? He could really leave in just twenty minutes.

Billy: But I can leave earlier if...

Pamela: Sorry, kid, but it's too soon for you to get out of bed. You came to me with a 103° fever, delirious...

Before Billy could ask about what he might have said, a door was heard slamming not far from the room where Billy had slept and, a few seconds later, a sing-songy and shrill voice made them look. Blonde with a high ponytail, the one and only Harley Quinn. Billy finally put the pieces together, so that's why the names and appearances seemed familiar. Don't blame him, he didn't associate Pamela with Poison Ivy, maybe because he associated the color with Martians... it was strange. He was so exposed to extraordinary and impossible things that he was indifferent to being excited by mere skin color or an ex-supervillain in front of him.

Harley: I'm glad you're okay, little lost boy.

Billy: Uh... Th-Thanks.

The black-haired boy was being hugged tightly by the blonde woman in one of the sincerest embraces Billy could ever remember.

Pamela: Let him breathe, love, Billy still has the IV...

Harley: Oh, right! Sorry... Is your name Billy? Hi, I'm Harley Quinn. Do you want a big plate of waffles with ice cream, toast, strawberries and cream, and maple syrup?

Maybe it was the residual effects of his fever, the hunger of possibly four days, or the warm hug, but Billy nodded his head in affirmation, feeling that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to avoid crying in front of this warm couple.

[harknessxo]

♢ Crazy

Paring: Harley Quinn x psychiatrist!reader

Summary: You were assigned to be Harley Quinn's new psychiatrist and things take a turn.

Warnings; darkish, smut, kidnapping,

Word Count: 2.0k

A/n: Nothing…

You were known as Dr. L/n. You were the greatest psychiatrist in Gotham. Recently you were given the offer to treat the famous Harley Quinn. You accepted, of course, you loved a challenge.

“Be careful, she is crazier than you think and not many people have come out alive.”

“Oh, I know. I’m willing to take the risk.”

They opened the door for you and you went in. You looked around the room. The paint on the walls was falling off, there was a metal table in the middle with two chairs. You found Harley huddled up in the corner of the dull room. You hear her distant mumbling from where you stood. You walked closer but not too close, you didn’t want to scare her off.

“Hey Harley, my name is Dr. L/n, your new psychiatrist,” you say softly not to startle her. She slowly lifted her head to look at you. You were met with her icy blue gaze. Her eyes screamed ‘crazy’, but there was something more underneath that, almost a hint of curiosity. She was in a straightjacket for your and her protection.

“Why don’t we sit over there and we can start?” you carefully said pointing to the chairs in the middle of the room. Her gaze followed your finger, then she gave a single nod. You walked closer to try and help her but she made a gesture to try and bite you and you jumped away from her. She started to laugh hysterically.

“I bite, doctor,” she said with a wicked smile. You should’ve known she would do something like that. You took a deep breath and collected yourself.

“Can you get up by yourself then?”

She pushed herself against the wall and started to get up herself. She plopped herself in the chair and you did the same. You looked over at her and she was still looking at you with a mischievous expression.

“Why don’t we start with a simple question? How are you feeling?” You knew it was a dumb question but you had to start somewhere. She just stared at you and started to giggle.

“You know the voices usually tell me to kill anyone that stands in front of me but not right now,” she said while tilting her head to the side.

“So, you hear voices that tell you what to do?”

“Not all the time. Sometimes it’s just me doing what I want.”

“Are you hearing voices right now?”

“No. Wait, yes! Actually no.”

“Okay, well is there anything in particular that stop the voices?”

“Not really they talk when they wanna talk, ya know?”

“Do you think your relationship with Joker caused the voices to begin?” Her eyes darken.

“DO YOU EVER MENTION THAT MAN EVER AGAIN!” She yelled getting up from her chair.

“Hey, Harley, it's ok! I won’t ask about him again, okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Please sit down.” She huffed but obeyed your request.

You continued with the session but you didn’t get much out of her. She kept looking around the room humming to herself. She also kept looking at you up and down from time to time. In the end, you thanked her for cooperating and left.

The guard seemed surprised when you walked out of the room without a scratch. You walked back to your car with an uneasy feeling about Harley. Not a bad feeling but something you shouldn’t feel for a patient, even less someone like Harley Quinn.

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The sessions kept getting more frequent by Harley’s request surprisingly. She talked more and at some points, she seemed like a normal person but the glint in her eyes would always come back. Each session she got more flirty and charming towards you.

You, of course, tried your best to ignore it but you would find yourself thinking back to the things she would say in your alone time. If you kept this up, you were going to lose your job.

You were now going through security again to see Harley. When you opened the door to where the session was being held, you were met with a bruised Harley.

“Oh my god! What happened to you?!” Out of worry, you gently held her face with your hand to get a closer look.

“Some guy tried to take my lunch so I punched him and he punched me back,” she shrugged, her eyes tracing every detail on your face.

“Are you gonna kiss me doctor?” she got closer to your face until her lips hovered over yours and for some reason, you didn’t back away. After a few seconds of staring at each other, she finally kissed you. You froze at first but returned the kiss.

You brought your other hand to cup her face being careful not to put too much pressure on the bruised side of her face. So many thoughts ran through your head in that moment. Her lips are so soft. She is so beautiful. What if someone walks in? When you thought of that, you immediately pulled away.

“We can’t do this Harley, I could lose my job.”

“Get me out of here then.”

“You know I can't do that. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to end this here before it gets any further.”

“Y/n don’t do this,” she pleaded.

“I'm sorry Harley, but this is going to be our last session.” You gathered your things and knocked on the door for the guards to let you out. Once they opened it, you looked at her one last time before leaving.

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Harley sat in her cell thinking of you. How could you leave her like that? She wasn’t going to give up that easily though. She was going to do anything to get you back. But first, she needed to escape from the asylum.

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You sat in your office doing a patient's paperwork when your secretary barged into your office.

“Evelyn, what’s wrong?”

“Turn on the news, now!”

You quickly grabbed your office TV remote. When you turned it on and looked for the news channel and turned up the volume.

“Breaking news. Harleen Quinzel or better known as Harley Quinn has escaped the Arkham Asylum. Please be on the lookout for her. If you see her, call the number on the screen.”

Your heart dropped. Did she do this to get to you? How would you face her? Evelyn turned off the TV before turning to you.

“I think you should stay at home for a few days. At least until they get her just to be safe. I can clear your schedule if you’d like?”

“I think that’s a good idea. Thank you so much, Evelyn.” You gathered your things and headed home.

When you finally got home, you parked your car in your garage before making your way inside your house. You unlocked your door and walked in. You took off your shoes, placed your things on the counter, and made your way upstairs.

When you walked into your room, you noticed your window was open, which was weird since you always close your windows. When you tried to close it someone came from behind you and put a cloth over your mouth. You began to struggle to get away from the person’s grip.

“Shh sh sh, just breathe in for me doctor. We can finally be together now.” That was the last thing you heard before losing consciousness.

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When you woke up you noticed that you weren’t in your bed or your room. Flashbacks from the night before started to flow through your mind. Somehow you didn’t feel the presence of Harley sitting in the dark corner of the room.

“You’re finally awake!” she said coming out of the dark. You whipped your head towards her.

“Harley…” You just stared at her as she slowly walked towards the bed you were lying on, “Harley, where are we?” you asked carefully.

“You don’t have to worry about that now doctor, we can finally be together,” she smiled, sitting next to you.

“Harley, all of Gotham is looking for you. You have to let me go okay?”

“Of course, we can still be together. They are never going to find us here.”

“What about me?! My job?! My life?!” you got off of the bed and started to tear up.

“You can start a new life with me in this house, you don’t have to worry, I'll take care of everything.” She came closer to you and brought you into a hug, petting your hair. You wanted to back away from her but your body didn’t let you.

“Relax Y/n. Everything is going to be just fine.” She pulled away and cupped your face like you did before leaving her in the asylum. She brought you into a soft kiss in which you gave in. Slowly, she guided you back to the bed until the back of your knees hit the side of the bed. She softly pushed you onto the bed and straddled your hips.

You wanted to protest but she just shushed you with a kiss. She began to take your clothes off, item after item until you were completely bare before her. She kissed down your neck to your collarbone, leaving a trail of love bites in her wake. She placed her thigh in between yours and you started grinding against her.

“I couldn’t let you go that easily, doctor. You’re the only thing that stops the voices and for that, I'm going to make you feel so good just breathe for me okay?” She took off her clothes as well before moving her thigh away from your core. Without warning, she slipped her fingers into your pussy while sucking on your breasts.

“Harley!” you gasped, your hand coming up to cover your moans.

“No no no, I wanna hear you, baby,” she said, pinning your hands with her free hand. Eventually, her mouth joined her skilled fingers, sucking on your clit.

“Oh God!” you moaned loudly while grinding your hips against her face. You were getting closer to the edge but before you could get there, Harley stopped.

“Why’d you-”

“Shh, I’m gonna give you what you want just be patient.” She interlocked your legs so that her pussy was aligned with yours. She leaned down and pulled you into a passionate kiss before she started rubbing her pussy against yours. You both moaned from the pleasure that cursed through your bodies.

“You like that doctor? Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, yes! It feels so good, Harley. Please don’t stop.” She started going faster while still kissing you, all your moans going against her lips. Her movements started to get sloppy, letting you know she was close.

“Are you close, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, unable to make coherent words.

“Come for me.” And you did.

“Harley!” You cried out when you reached your climax. Your hands gripping onto Harley’s back for support. You lied on the bed panting while Harley moved away, not before she rubbed her fingers in your wetness and brought them to your mouth.

“Open,” she commanded and you proceeded. You sucked her fingers clean, humming at the taste. She then licked your pussy clean before laying down on the bed next to you.

“You’re mine now and nothing will ever take you from me again,” she whispered into your ear before bringing your body closer to hers. You wanted to be scared of that sentence but it brought a sense of comfort that someone wanted you. She wanted you.

“I’m all yours,” you said into her ear. You felt her hold on you tighten a bit when you said that. She drew invisible circles against your arm until you fell asleep.

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[nana-mizu-shiki]

"...you're fucking with us right?"

"...No?"

[spencer0o7]

soft harley quinn x fem reader gf hcs?

I’ve always loved harley quinn so i rlly love this idea 💗 (sorry it took me forever tho)

Harley LOVES hugging you. You’ll often cuddle on the couch together probably watching some movie musical. Harley definitely isn’t afraid of PDA either. She’ll kiss you, hold your hand or hug you in public. She loves you and isn’t afraid to show it.

“Harls everyone’s looking,” You giggle. “Let em look!”

You love doing eachother’s hair. If you have curly/coily hair she’ll learn to do styles on your hair type. You love having matching hairstyles, like both having braids or fun updo’s.

She loves helping you do your makeup (though be aware she likes doing experimental looks). You two often go on night outs, especially to nightclubs to get wasted. You’ll always look out for each other though. Harley will throw hands with any guy being creepy. You’re there if Harley ever gets so drunk she starts fighting the bartender.

Sleeping in bed with Harley is so chaotic. She for some reason cannot sleep without 9 blankets and she can’t share a single one with you. You’ll eventually fall asleep cold and freezing but you’ll wake up with Harley’s legs intertwined with yours and her arms around your waist. She’s a blanket hog but you love her.

Harley never goes grocery shopping with a list. Shopping with her is definitely and experience. Every 5 seconds Harley will pop up in front of you holding some random product and telling you about how she “NEEDS to have this.”

You’ll let her try to convince you about this “amazing” product she can’t live without for a bit till she eventually runs off to find something else to obsess about.

Cooking food together is how you love spending time together. You love cooking and Harley loves cooking with you (you’re always stopping her from putting ‘special ingredients’ in the food). If you ever find some new recipe you want to try, Harley will be right there with you buying the ingredients at a marketplace and following your instructions on what to do next in the kitchen.

“Next pour the stock into the rice,” You say reading from the recipe. “Aye aye chef,” She replied cheerfully. You watch as Harley pours the stock into the pan with the rice. She looks at you with excitement “What’s next?”

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This popped into my brain and wouldnt leave so I wanted to share it with yall

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A young boy and his parents are attacked on the street, only the boy makes it out.

It's a rare occurrence, an event like this, the police find the man and arrest him and everyone else is safe.

Bruce Wayne goes home to a mansion that feels larger and lonelier than ever, with only his butler to take care of him.

And yet the young boy finds himself too afraid to leave for more than necessities.

The young boy grows into a young man, he inherits his parents business and starts to leave his house a little more, unwilling to lose this connection to his lost parents but still he finds himself afraid, afraid to be around people, to be seen.

Until one day at a gala he must attend for the sake of the shareholders, he sees a man, a reporter, who holds himself in an odd way, clearly a tall and strong man who could be intimidating if he tried but the man held himself as if to appear smaller and unassuming, Bruce's brain flitters across the idea that the man is hiding something, or more hiding himself.

His brain that has soaked up comics and movies for years so as to not grow bored in his home.

And when he learns of all the good this reporter has been trying to do, he thinks the man would make a good superhero.

When he goes home the thought wont leave him alone, he thinks of a world with a hero, a world that needs a hero, one where his parents murder would have just been one of many, but this hero wouldn't have been there to help, he was too bright, a hero for the daytime, not for the shadows of night.

He thinks maybe he could have been a hero in this world, one that saves other kids from suffering a fate like his own.

One who is afraid and fights anyway.

The next time he leaves his home there's an event at a museum, with some special objects that are in town for a few days. There he sees a woman who knows so much about ancient relics and is so beautiful that he doesn't believe she could be just a normal human.

He thinks she would share her knowledge and kindness with the world given the chance.

While he remains mostly alone, other than his Parental figure/Butler, he also keeps in contact with two friends from when he was in school.

One is now a psychiatrist, with an interest in learning about fear and how it can change people, and the other a psychologist, both working at the city's asylum. 

Harleen is who Bruce considers his best friend, a goofy but kind girl who cares alot about others, she tells him about a patient, without going into much detail, who she claims would be cute if he wasn't so insane. Smiling and laughing while he talks about harming others. 

She got a boyfriend somewhere along the way, a man Bruce is sure abuses her but she can't seem to leave.

The three get in a fight one day, and lose contact, and Bruce supposes you can't have heroes without villains, though he can't bring himself to think of Harley as a villain by her own choice.

On the news Bruce learns of a man working to better science as they know it, a man who always seems to be a few minutes too late, he follows the story until the day something goes wrong and the man is there on time to shield workers from flying chemicals, killing him but saving others, Bruce thinks the man a hero in death, and could have been one in life, one who always made it to where he was needed just on time.

As time went on Bruce tried to get out more in normal ways, one night he went to the circus, he enjoyed it, reminding him of the day when he was little and his parents brought him to one just like it.

It was a few days later that he learned at the next show there was an accident, and a little boy lost his parents, he remembered being small and feeling alone when he had lost his, thankful for the man who cared for him he wished he could do the same for this little boy, but knew he didn't have the skills needed.

He could, however, make sure the boy got somewhere safe, and other kids like him too.

So he held a fundraiser and donated a lot of money into the foster system, doing what he could to make it safe.

And he thought of a world where he could have taken the little circus boy into his home, making it brighter and less lonely.

As he ventured out more and more Bruce travelled through different parts of the city, he saw a group of little children cowering behind one bigger who had just chased off a grown man, Bruce smiled as the kids cheered for the little hero.

It was the news that later told him the boy was dead, a homeless kid who stopped being seen, the little hero was gone.

Bruce held another fundraiser, this one for the homeless shelters and kitchens.

It was the news that told him the boy was not dead, found by the police, with other stolen children. 

Children that returned to a better place.

The day he lost his last parent is the day where he began to feel truly alone, the only person there for him gone, but Alfred would live forever in his memory's as the man who loved and cared for him.

He reached out to Harly again not wanting to be all alone, and they made up, he learned she had gotten free of her abusive boyfriend and had fallen for a woman who's love of nature was refreshing and new.

He knew little about his neighbours, but he tried to get to know them better, he struggled but eventually learned that the woman that lived there was very sick and that the man was not home much, when he learned of the child who spent so much of his time alone, he thought the kid was brave and told him if he ever needed anything to just ask.

The kid needed someone the day when his mother didn't wake up and his father wasn't home. Bruce did what he could, he was no father but he cared for the kid the best he could until his was able to return.

Bruce knew it was expected of him to have a family, someone to give his things and his business when he passed. He tried dating, but nothing ever seemed to work out.

However one day he learned of a child, a son, one the mother hadn't told him about, he tried to gain any sort of parental rights but couldn't get any custody, only visitation, he met the boy, a quiet but fiercely determined child, And he loved his son even without seeing him much.

When the quiet, hermit, billionaire Bruce Wayne, best known for appearing, donating large amounts of money to random causes and then disappearing again, passed away his belongings and company were to be split between two people, Timothy Drake, and Damian al Ghul, when the two met up to split his things, they found writings the man had never told anyone of.

Writings of a world where regular people became heroes, where aliens walked amongst humans, and where magic made lives exciting.

They agreed to publish the story's for the world to see.

To most people, the writings were just an entertaining fiction story that a billionaire wrote with his unlimited free time.

But to the retired reporter who knew his height frightened others, who now rested and found the stories learned that someone had seen how he stood, and what he had done and thought of him as a hero,

To the artefact collector and preserver who learned this man believed she was so knowledgeable about what she had strived to learn everything about, as well as beautiful, that he thought her to be blessed by the gods,

To the old psychologist who mourns her friend, a man who thought that no matter what she went through she'd always make the right choice in the end, 

To the family of a man who lost his life saving others, who this guy they had never met thought so highly of,

To the man that lost his only family to an accident at their circus, he was a man who wanted him get a good home, where'd he'd get anything he ever wanted, 

To a man that went through so much, believed dead for so long to learn this man who he had only seen once, saw him not as a poor homeless kid but as a fighter and protector,

To the boy that new the man for a short time, as a temporary guardian and protector, who made him feel safe and not alone when he needed it most, 

And To the boy who wished he could have known his father, but was kept away by his mother,

The storys showed to them all that this man, who some thought of as cold and egotistical, as he locked himself away and refused to be around others, was actually an anxious, lonely man, who saw what others didn't and cared about everyone in his own odd way.

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I just thought it was a cool idea I wanted to share with yall, so I hope you guys like it

This is my first post on here, so please be nice,

Also, ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes Dyslexia goes brrr

If you want to know what I think he based the other heroes and character off of, just ask, and I'll figure it out!

Thanks for reading, and have a good day!

Edit:

Thanks for all the nice comments and reblogs :)

I genuinely didn't realize how sad this was, lol. Sorry, not sorry, guys

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

So I've been dealing with a really bad fever for the last few days, and apparently i had written something i have no recollection of writing so here it is:

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Tim had dug himself into a hole.

To anyone that knew him, that fact wouldn't be too surprising. Tim had always been a very capable individual, but every now and then he became too in love with how capable he was and he would trip over his own ego. Usually the boy could get out of the messes he created, the sudden humbling giving him a clear head, but this time, he didn't think he could climb his way out on his own. 

The first shovel of dirt of this metaphorical hole came over 4 years ago, lining up with the first shovel of dirt of a literal hole. 

Jason Todd had died. Robin had died. 

Batman was in shambles. 

And 13 year old Tim Drake thought that because of the knowledge he had, it was his responsibility to fix him. 

Batman needed a Robin, and despite what Nightwing had implied, Tim was nowhere near cool enough to be Robin. 

So what would make Batman get his own sidekick? If his enemies had one! Batman would be forced to find someone else to deal with the sidekick while he dealt with the actual Rouge. 

The Joker was obviously out. Beyond the fact that the Joker was horrible, Tim may be joining up with a villain but that didn’t mean he wanted Batman to hate him. 

That meant he needed to find someone Batman didn’t enact a lot of violence on. That got rid of the Scarecrow and the various crime bosses (Black Mask, the Penguin, etc.). Bruce had been close to Harvey Dent, but a 50% chance of death was a percentage that was just a little too high for Tim (oh how that would change). Most of the lower tier Rouges (Kite Man, Mad Hatter, etc.) had gone under after the got wind of Batman's fury, not to mention that Tim really didn't want to spend his days smelling like ketchup. Poison Ivy and Killer Croc were cool, but their skills weren't exactly ones Tim could replicate. 

That left Mr. Freeze, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, and the Riddler. 

The Mr. Freeze was more gentle with kids, their “villiainly” being based on the actions of adults, and the latter three were in it for their own interests rather than the purpose of killing or invoking fear, Catowman wanted shiny things, Harley wanted chaos and fun, and while the Riddler didn't share the same soft spot for kids, he respected intelligence. 

Tim chose Catwoman; the least lethal, and the closest with Batman. The skills she could teach him would also be more helpful in other situations.

It took about a week from the day he knocked on Selina Kyle's door to convince her to train him, but soon enough, a couple days before his 14th birthday and a few more calls to 911 about petty thieves left in the wake of Batman’s grief then Tim would have liked, “Stray” entered the scene. 

And his plan was working! 

The first time Batman had seen the second pair of cat ears he had paused mid ass-kicking of a carjacker and followed the duo, leaving the guy with more teeth then the others.

Slowly but surely, as time went on, the punishments the Batman inflicted started to fit the crime. By the time Tim was 15, he even thought he had seen a small upturn at the corner of Bruce’s mouth as he witnessed a bit of friendly banter between the two cats!

This was when the young villain had started to become a tad bit overconfident. In his defense, he had managed to keep his identity hidden from even Oracle! Lifts in his shoes, a voice modulator, make-up to disguise his facial features, along with a set of the same goggles Catwoman had kept and physical information from being revealed, and Tim Drake never interacted with Selina Kyle so there was no reason that anyone should have suspected him.

That overconfidence is what led him to replicate his plan. If one Rouge sidekick had benefits, then two Rouge sidekicks would mean double the benefits!

Solving riddles wasn’t too hard for the young boy, being able to see double meaning and red herrings was a skill taught to him by Janet Drake, and he took to the escape-room-esque plans for his heists quite easily. The thing he couldn’t figure out was creating riddles of his own. Mother had taught him that knowledge was power, you only reveal it if there was something to be gained, so purposely revealing information about his intention, helping his opponent was not something Tim was accustomed to, not bound to the compulsion to always tell the truth.

If the boy truly wanted to replicate the Riddler, then he would have to learn from the man himself.

Convincing the enigmatic man to teach Tim was easier than it had been with Catowman, the impressive display of bypassing the puzzles that hid the location of the game-playing criminal certainly helping.

Now, 15 years old with an unexplained skill boost in his AP Lang class (the lessons on wordplay were a definite help), The Riddler’s protege, ‘The Puzzler’ became the newest addition to the Gotham Rogues. He resented that name by the way. It was supposed to be Sibyl or Sphinx, they were on theme because they spoke in riddles and though he would deny it, the use of greek figures were his own little way of mocking Oracle, who still couldn’t figure out his identity. But apparently Poison Ivy and the Riddler had brunch once a month (something about being the green Rouges?) and she had heard the Riddler refer to him as “the little puzzle piece” when he was talking about his apprentice and the puzzle theme stuck despite how uncreative the name was.

This is when things became a bit hectic. Not only did Tim have to hide his nightlife from Batman and his parents, now he had to keep his two mentors from realizing that their mentees were the same person. 

He managed to convince Selina that the reason he was so busy lately was the AP classes that came with sophomore year, and while it wasn’t a lie, it certainly wasn’t the full story.

Nygma was easier to deceive. Tim had refrained from sharing his actual identity with the man (just because he would tell the truth in his puzzles for the sake of theme didn’t mean that he would be sharing personal information if it wasn’t needed. The only reason he hadn't hid it from Selina was to gain her trust, something that wasn’t needed with the Riddler) so just saying that he was busy was enough.

All the effort was worth it though. Things kept getting better.

Nightwing was seen in Gotham more often, and Spoiler (someone who Tim initially thought was trying to steal his thing by being a sidekick of the Cluemaster, only to realize she was working against him) had been seen fighting alongside the Batman one or twice. 

On an unrelated note, Stephiane Brown suddenly had her tuition for Gotham Academy paid for in full by the newly created Jason Todd Foundation.

Since things were going so well, he decided to push his luck a little further.

Unfortunately for Tim, he would soon realize the reason he was known for his bad luck in the future.

It started off like other times. Tim convinced Harley Quinn to take him under her wing, and “Ace” made their debut along with Tim’s 5 in AP Psych (Thank you Dr. Quinzel).

Steph and Tim happened to share a few classes together, and went from study buddies (Tim helping her in Chem, and Steph helping him in American History) to close friends.

Spoiler officially joined the Bats, and there were rumors of another bat joining the clan as well. Well there were no actual rumors, but the newest Wayne kid, Cassandra, had started joining him and Steph at their lunch table so her becoming a new bat wouldn’t be too surprising.

Soon enough though, things went to shit.

To start off, the first time Spoiler met Ace, she threw a brick at his head.

Second, His parents had caught him sneaking out and had grounded him, meaning that he now had to wait until they did their last check on his room at 12:00 to sneak out. 

The lack of sleep was starting to catch up to the highschooler. Handling 3 separate nightlife identities was hard enough, but doing so while exhausted was even harder.

After pulling an all nighter to study for a test the night before, he had gone to Selina’s apartment dressed as Ace, and had both costumes not been mostly black he would have been undoubtedly caught before he managed to fix his mistake.

Puzzler once spent a whole night sounding like Stray, and he didn’t think that his “sore throat” lie was all that believable.

Tim accidentally made a cat pun instead of a bat one when engaging in vaguely flirty banter with Spoiler as Ace and Harley had set him down to have the talk, stating that she would love him no matter who he liked and she would be happy to serve as a wingman for him and Catwoman’s protege. It would be funny if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

Third, Cassandra Wayne definitely knew something.

Tim’s “rumors” were right. 2 weeks after Cass had first joined their table Black Bat made herself known. By pinning Puzzler to the ground.

The next day Cass spent the entire lunch period staring at Tim. When he attempted to throw her off by invoking a mix of Stray and Ace’s mannerisms she stopped staring, instead choosing to freak Tim out more by smiling knowingly. At his wide eyes she mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key only throwing Tim off further. Cass was too smart to not have known, but there was no reason she wouldn’t tell if she did know, right?

Last, but not least, and the worst of all:

Jason Todd was alive.

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I have no clue where i was going with that last line, but i see a vision, so I'm hoping it will come back to me, but if not, any suggestions or constructive criticism (or a better puzzle themed name for tim) would be helpful

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💥CHAPTER 26 out NOW!!💋

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Task Force XXX

KTJL!Boomer x Harley x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.1k happy valentine's VILLAIN-TINES day to my beloved @worri-wort this is for the villain-tines exchange, and i am so glad i got terri because it was an easy task since we're both unhinged in a very similar way 🩵🩷 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, threesome, reader has breasts and a vagina but no gendered language!

Your back arched away from Digger’s body, chest pushing out as you tensed up against the strokes of pleasure that curved down your spine and spread through your limbs, tingling over you, making it hard for you to keep quiet.

Boomerang’s fingers teased at your nipples as you rested with your back against his chest. You bit your lip, stifling your moans, but it was futile against his efforts at pulling them out of you. Especially when you could hear his breathing, the soft, cruel chuckles he let out against your ear, his lips occasionally sinking to your neck or shoulder to kiss you, gentle and romantic in contradiction to the way he squeezed and pulled at your breasts. 

“You seem to really like that, babe. Glutton for punishment, huh?”

He had leaned in to whisper the words to you, his breath warm at your cheek, loose strands of his hair tickling against your skin. You let out a moan, hushed enough, you assumed, but you were quickly chastised. 

“Shh! We gotta keep ‘em quiet, Boomer. Otherwise we’ll wake up Sharky… And I dunno if they can take all three of us. Unless you think you can, hun?”

Harley looked up at you from her position on the floor between your legs, her hands on your thighs, keeping them spread apart. One of your hands held onto her space bun, the other clamped over your mouth. You shook your head. This was enough. And if you woke up King Shark, you’d definitely make more noise. And you weren’t sure whether Deadshot would then want in on it or not, which if he did…

“Didn’t think so.”

Harley winked at you, folding her arms, balanced on your thighs, and batting her eyelashes at you.

“Alright, alright. I can behave, Harls. Besides, bad enough I’ve gotta share with you, let alone those two.”

He gestured towards King Shark and Deadshot, who slept as peacefully as they could knowing they were being watched over by you, Harley and Boomer. Technically, you were awake, and all three of you were listening carefully, senses heightened. But you seemed to be serving as a significant distraction from their duties. 

Your lips parted, a long sound of joy almost wailing out before Digger clamped his hand down over you. 

“Oh, so you can make ‘em scream, but I can’t?”

Looking up once more, Harley winked.

“I’m just better than you, so it’s harder for me to tone it down.”

Going back to the task at hand, she buried her face between your thighs, her tongue protruding as she lapped up and down your lips, parting them with the strong muscle, expertise not going unnoticed. The bridge of her nose settled against your clit, pressing down on it, stroking it as she moved from side to side. Every so often, Digger’s attention seemed to wane, loosening the grip on your tender, reddening nipples, as he got distracted by the show you and Harley were putting on for him. Her saliva, coating you, strands of it trailing from your body to her tongue as she pulled back to take a look at you writhing and twitching in ecstasy. George’s own drool collected in his mouth, spilling over his bottom lip as he imagined how you would taste, how good Harley felt with her face buried between your legs, and how much better it might be if there were two of them working hard to give you what you deserved. 

With one more cruel twist of your aching nipples, he let go of you. Easing you up and gently resting you back down, he stepped around beside Harley, falling to his knees and flashing you both a grin before he pushed his way in beside her, lifting your leg and placing it over his shoulder to keep you spread apart as far as possible. His tongue flitted out and over your clit, and Harley rejoined him with a giggle, both of the wet, stiff muscles flicking up and down over your lips, intertwining occasionally in playful kisses where their lips met together and grazed over your sensitive, trembling skin. 

Taking a brief second to speak, Boomer removed himself from the lure of your sweet, slick cunt and met your eyes.

“You might as well take up where I left off, keep your hands busy, babe.”

The mere suggestion of instructions, of being told what to do, made your breath hitch in your chest. One hand rose to your chest, clamping your nipple between your thumb and finger, making you whine in satisfaction as the sharp sting made your skin tingle. The other fell to the back of George’s head, fingers pushing under his beanie and knocking it off, grabbing his hair at the root as you forced him back to work, his nose against your clit as his tongue paired up with Harley’s.

“Your fingers are bigger, Boomer, you can do the honours.”

“Right-o, Harls!”

Jumping immediately at the opportunity, Digger dove two fingers within your walls, curving them up, hooked to hit the spot just right. Tapping at it, making your body convulse, your clit pulsing as Harley wrapped her lips around it in a soft kiss. She pulled away, and you could feel your chest sinking, aching for her to return to her delicious ministrations. Sensing your disappointment, she rushed to reassure you. 

“Gymnastics, sweetie. Just getting into a more beneficial position for us both.”

She winked as she straddled your waist, facing away from you.

“Grab my legs, hun.”

Shifting her legs back, she rested them against your shoulders, sliding up until you were buried between them, the scent of her wet cunt in your face, just within reach of your tongue as you pressed it out to taste her. And she returned her attentions to you, lowering her head, her body resting against you, perfectly positioned so she wasn’t in the way of Boomer as he fucked you with his fingers, his other hand holding Harley’s chin as he whined at the view in front of him.

You were so focused on pleasing Harley, making her body shiver on top of you, that it took you a moment to realise that Boomerang was no longer anywhere near you. Peering out past Harley’s soft, distracting body, you found him leaning back against the wall, cock in hand as he stroked furiously, his eyes focused on you both. With a mischievous smile he spoke.

“Didn’t seem like you ladies needed me. ‘Sides, I’m quite enjoying the show.”

It was hard to argue with him, especially now that you had something to focus your eyes on, his open mouth and panting tongue, his thick cock in his strong hand, as you worked on your orgasm in tandem with Harley.

[pandorascripts]

Maddening Love

summary: harley never meant to become what she was afraid of. it seems she did though.

pairing: harley quinn x gn!reader (can be read as fem)

warnings: murder, gun violence, making out.

note: this has been in my drafts for a while, and I fricking love harley. thought she deserved some love, so please send in requests for her!!! <333

-🃏-

Harley turns on her heel, huffing a hot breath into the cold winter air. “You don’t love me no more.”

You rush up to Harley, reaching out, but retract your hand at the last moment. “Harls, no, no, I do.” Frowning, you timidly place a hand on her cold shoulder. 

With a fury you’ve never seen before in her eyes, Harley glares at you. “I don’t appreciate liars, cupcake.”

The venom in her words knocks you off guard, but you know Harley. You know she has her jealousies, when someone got too frisky with you, or when she herself was battling her own insecurities. You shake your head, knowing she needs comfort. It was something she’d always lacked in her relationship with him, so you were determined to give it to her. 

“I’m no liar. I love you, Harley. Only you.” You wrap your arms around her, burying your head into her neck. Even if the position is uncomfortable, considering Harley is taller than you, and you need to be on your tip-toes, you hold out for as long as you can. 

When your ankles are hurting, and your feet are aching, you lean away of her. You still keep yours arms wrapped around her neck, your left thumb brushing against her skin. Looking into her eyes, you see anger and hurt, but underneath there, there’s a look you’ve seen so many times. Insecurity. 

“What’s got you upset, Harley?”

She shakes her head, softly biting her lip as she looks away from you. “Nothin’, it’s stupid.”

“Harley,” you pause, gently guiding her head back to you, “your feelings aren’t stupid. Please.”

Your eyebrows ease up and you try to dump all your emotions into your eyes. You pour all your love for her, your own insecurities, everything you hold, but you know that it’s useless. You felt too much for her, there’s was no possible way you could measure it to size, much less show all of it. 

Harley caves, leaning down into you as her hands wrap around your sides. “You promise you love me?”

“Always.”

A small sniffle comes from Harley, and you feel your heart shatter. The shards from your heart pierce your lungs, making your breathing turn jagged. Tears of your own form and you don’t bother hiding them. “I will always love you, Harls.”

A minute of silence passes and you think you’ve reminded her, but her troubles overpower her, again. 

“Prove it.”

Desperately, you nod your head. 

“How?”

Harley’s head retreats from your neck and she meets your eyes. Her hand comes up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I’d kill for you, Harls.”

She shakes her head, a beautifully crazed smile gracing her lips. “No, that’s too easy, sweetheart. The question is, would’ja love me if I killed?”

You nod your head hastily. “You cant scare me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Harley takes your hand, the other one pulling out a handgun as she retreats back into the nightclub you’d just left. “What if I shot up this joint, huh? What ‘bout then?”

“I’d take the blame.”

You quicken your pace, longing to be at her side. 

“Would’ja?” she questions, back turned to the door. With a nod of your head, she kicks it open. 

The once muffled music cuts through the December night, loud lights blind you as you trail after her inwards. Harley’s grip on your hand only tightens as she walks forward, handgun pressed to her side.  Sweaty bodies collide against yours, and you’re reminded why you hate clubs. The bodies pushing and pulling at you make you sick, but when Harley’s hand is in yours, it drowns out anything else. 

When she reaches dead center, she pulls you close to her. Harley leans down to your ear, practically yelling over the music. 

“Would’ja be my New Years kiss?” she asks, giggling mischievously. 

The crowd counts down, and as they reach two, you pull Harley downwards by her collar. Her lips meet yours on the last number, and her gun fires. People run around you and Harley, all desperate to escape their deaths. Bodies bump into you; but her lips planted firmly on yours ground you against them. Harley’s free hand grips the back on your neck, the other causing chaos. Screams fill your ears as Harley empties her clip, bullets flying in all directions, and you bring her back down to you again. Softly, Harley bites your lip, releasing it with a pop as she backs away. 

You take a moment to look around. Bodies surround you two, and in a comical way, you make out a heart. Harley steps forward again, holding your chin back as you share air. 

“Still love me now, honey?”

You nod, not bothering to address the cold barrel pointed at your head. 

“What if I pulled the trigga?”

“Yes,” you husk out, not hesitating in the slightest. “You emptied your mag already, it wouldn’t do anything.���

“What if I had a bullet?”

You scan her eyes, her cold ones piercing through yours. It doesn’t bother you though, you have enough warmth and love to fill up hers. You’d gladly share it. 

“Same answer, Harls. You can’t scare me away.” 

Slowly, you bring her back down to you. Her warm lips greet yours, and you know you’ve smudged her lipstick. Harley pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw. 

“You don’ care that imma killa?”

You shake your head slightly, still wanting her lips on your skin. “No.”

“No?” she asks, planting another kiss below your ear. 

A shiver runs down your spine, one of your hands holds Harley’s head as the other holds her lower back. “Not at all.”

Sirens blare around you, but you don’t mind. Harley whispers something incoherent, her hands on your hips having your full attention. You nod, mumbling yes, and her warm body is pulled out of yours. Your eyes snap open, desperately searching for pink and blue, but you can’t find it. As the doors bust open, and swarms of yells surround you, you drop to your knees. Cold metal clicks around your wrist as rough hands pull you up. 

The shocking realization that Harley had left you hits like a brick, and you blink several times, with each one wishing this wasn’t true. 

“Harls!” you yell, trashing against the cops. 

A sob racks through your body as a hard object slams against your stomach. You gasp, heart shattered once again, the evidence burrowing itself deep in your lungs. You cry and plead, but when they toss you in a room, you don’t say a thing. Harley may have betrayed you, but you’d never fathom of doing the same. If she needed her reassurance for your love, this had to be it, right? The more you suffer, the more it shows you care. Harley would see you suffering, and she know you’d truly care for her. She’d get you out, she had to. The thought brought a smile to your lips, a giggle cracking them apart. 

“You killed nine people, this isn’t a laughing matter.”

You look up to the detective, seeing his disappointed face. “I think it is.”

Another crazed smile paints itself on your lips. 

“Who was with you?” he demands, hands slamming against the steel table. 

You don’t flinch, not even moving a muscle as you stare at him. “Just me…”

“Those red lips on your neck say otherwise.”

“Can you blame a girl for having fun? Saw this cute blonde girl, made out with her for New Years, and then,” you pause, trying to build up dramatic suspense, “then I pumped her full of lead, ‘long with those eight other people.”

He nods his head. “Thanks for the confession. With that, you won’t be getting a trial,” he walks away, mumbling the last part of his sentence,”not like you crazies deserve one.”

You mock a salute to him on his way out. 

Harley’d get you, she’d kill all these mediocre officers. A laugh surges through your broken lungs, wheezing out and shattering the silence. 

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 30.07.2024

Honestly, the only result surprising me is the HQ/Bruce Wayne ship...

OFC = Original Female Character(s)

The Jokester: a hero on Earth-3, appearing in the comic series "Countdown" in 2007.

Ivy Pepper: Poison Ivy from the Gotham TV series (correct me if I'm wrong)

Jerome Valeska: a mass murderer from the Gotham TV series who seems weirdly similar to the Joker

Richard "Rick" Flag Jr.: field commander of the modern Task Force X, also known as the Suicide Squad

Arthur Fleck: Jokers (potential) real name in some media

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Includes all fandoms connected to the name "Harleen Quinzel" and her alias "Harley Quinn".

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[riddler-enthusiast]

I don't know if I'm the only one but I've always wanted to see something about Captain Boomerang and Harley Quinn friendship. The thing is that, at first sight, in some media, I think that they would hate each other, but I'm surprised when I see that it's not exactly like that and they actually are kinda "friends". But their friendship often is just random silly dialogues in comics, videogames and movies and something else that turns to be pretty disappointing, especially when you wanna see more of them.

And Harley & Digger are two characters that I love when theyre in the hands of good writers. And after the past years I've become pretty frustrated that there's not a lot of content about their friendship. But I know comics are not going to develop a deep connection between them. That's why I took the decision of writing a fanfic about it! I started it a few days ago and don't know when I'll start posting it but I'm pretty excited of writing about their dynamic. There will also be harlivy and boomershot as secondary ships but the focus of the story is Digger and Harley friendship and them developing a deep connection.

I guess this means that I'll forever be grateful at fanfiction as it allows me to create content that I wish to see. I may be posting more things about the fanfic and some sneak peeks in the future if someone's interested :)

[theprophetsayeth]

More ideas to my batman AU The Devil in the Knight

A different take on the Joker's backstory.

rough draft

Jason Todd's first night out as the official robin.

Shots were reported around the recently shut down Ace Chemical Factory. Robin is the first at the scene and finds five gunmen chasing after man known as The Red Hood. The Batman and Nightwing aren't responding to back up. Robin is wounded and is cornered by three while the other two chase The Red Hood. Batman and Nightwing arrive in time to save Robin and took the fire away from him. While Batman and Nightwing handled the three gunmen, Robin ran toward the ditch behind the factory where the shots and cries came. The shots went quiet, and Robin thought the worst. However, when he stepped outside in the pouring rain, he discovered the horror of Gotham. The Red Hood had been caught between the overflowed river and the two other gunmen. And instead of shooting him dead, they traded their guns for a crowbar and pipe and beat him into begging. Robin threw a birdarang. It blitzed past one of their ears, catching their attention.

The gunman turned, shot, then saw The Batman and Nightwing approach behind Robin. "Fun time's over, Jack. Let's go." The one with the crowbar pulled off The Red Hood's fractured helmet and-

Bang! Bang!

The man fell into the overflowed ditch. The gunmen fired at The Bat and the birds in their flee. A hand breached out the raging water but Batman and Nightwing didn't notice and went on the pursuit. Robin froze, caught between saving a dead man and punishing the weak. To be a hero or a soldier. The hand reached out again. Jason wanted to save people. That's what heroes do. He dove into the black water. Ignored the eating sting. He swam through filth and murk and reached into Tartarus to catch the sinking man. One armed, with all his little might, he pulled the man toward the breaking moonlight. A hand swooped from the surface and hauled Robin and the man from the water.

But there was no glory in the rescue. Only more horror as the blood drowned the man's cries. His jaw leaned to the side like a drooling red sock. His brains dribbled and his contorted body sizzled white. Robin didn't know what to do. He tried to put a hand over the spilling head, but the man cried hell at a feather's touch. He then took his cape to cover him but remember the sensitivity of his skin. He could only watch and listen to the man howl.

Nightwing returned. The dynamic duo acted. They set the now John Doe into the batmobile while Robin watched and listened. They shot through Gotham to the only Doctor that could save John Doe's life.

"Kill me! Kill ME! It hurts! Please, kill me! Kill me!" John Doe screeched and thrashed all the way there. Robin could only watch and listen despite his eyes closed and Nightwing covering his ears. While Batman stared ahead, unphased, and unsympathetic to his tears.

Ivy's Account

The idea here is Joker taking Ivy hostage as blackmail to get Harley to return something he needed. As they wait for her, and unable to brush him off as usual, Ivy begins to get a heavy sense she and Joker may have met before. She listened to his rhythmical rambles, caught the tune he whistled, and the beat he snapped too. Then he sang and she remembered that night at the Ice Lounge in her partying days.

~

She stood at the bar, eyeing for a pretty cat, when the room darkened and a tall, dark, and handsome boy stepped out on stage. He stunned the crowd when he spoke, a voice so deep and rich it could swoon the angels. He introduced himself by his stage name, Johnny B. Robberts, then sang a ballad of his talent in blues:

Down in the bayou, where the river runs deep, Lived a young boy with dreams, while the gators sleep. He had a voice so pure, like the angels on high, Said goodbye to his mama, with a tear in her eye.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Verse 2 He took a train to Gotham, where the lights shine bright, With his old guitar, and a heart full of fight. On the streets, he sang, caught everyone's ear, But in the shadows, the Devil drew near.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Bridge The Devil whispered softly, "Son, I'll make you a star, You'll have the world at your feet, you'll go far. But when your song is done, and the curtain falls, Your soul will be mine, in the dark, fiery halls."

Verse 3 He sang on every stage, from the big city to the sea, But his heart grew heavy, with what his fate would be. He knew he made a deal, that he couldn't outrun, For when the music stopped, his soul would be done.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Outro Now the bayou whispers of a boy with a song, Who danced with the Devil, and sang all night long. In the depths of hell, where the flames burn bright, You can hear him singin', every lonely night.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Outro In the bayou nights, you can still hear the sound, Of a young boy's dream, now hell bound. With a voice so pure, and a heart so true, Singing forever, in the Devil's blues.

The boy bowed and thanked the cheering crowd. He stepped off the stage and joined The Great and Powerful Oz in his booth. They spoke long and a lot. Then the boy excused himself for a drink. As he waited, Pamela asked, "Did you really make a deal with the devil?"

The boy smiled, "The Devil has always been a sneaky one. He takes the form of many and plays with words with double meanings. But dreams do come at a price."

Pamela recognized that smile well. A smile she put on herself from time to time when things seemed rough. She took his hand and looked into his green eyes. "You're going to be a star, Johnny B. Robberts. With a God-given voice like yours, who needs the devil's help? The Devil only schemes when he's beat."

The bartender came with the boy's drink. The boy took it and smiled at Pamela. A genuine smile with eyes gleaming with new hope. He asked, "What's your name, miss?"

"Pamela Isley."

"Beautiful name. It was nice to meet you, Pamela Isely. Would you like to join me in toasting my name?"

"Of course," she said and raised her glass to meet his. "To Johnny-"

"That's just a stage name. I'd like friends to call me by my real name-"

~

"Jack," Ivy whispered.

Joker paused his whistle. It was the voice he heard before he came to the cruel world. All this time, he wondered why the voice sounded so familiar. He turned and somewhere in the depths of his ever-changing mind, he recognized her face while she knew his. Then he saw her eyes and the disappointment they conveyed. It hurt to see yet he didn't know why.

"Alright, here is your goddam radio!" Harley grunted through the doors, hauling a big radio box. She pushed and pushed until the radio was standing in front of Joker and Ivy. She panted, swiping off the sweat from her forehead. "Gee, what a way to treat a gal."

"I'm treating you by not sending you her head with her middle finger on top!" He shoved past her and inspected his radio box. "Goddam it! You changed the station! You know how hard it is to find the right frequency for the GCPD!"

"Oh my god, I'll find it for you if it'll shut you up!" Harley growled as she untied Poison Ivy.

After being untied, and after two hours of Harley searching for the right frequency, Joker let them go. Poison Ivy stopped at the door and gave Joker one last disappointed look.

"What?" said Joker.

And her words left him cold.

"You were going to be a star."

She joined Harley and off they went. Joker stood there a moment, watching the car screech into a dot in the distance. Her words rang in his madhouse engulfed by his nefarious schemes. They echoed loud. She sounded proud. But now... Joker went to the radio and changed the station then stopped at the crackling sound of a guitar. He sat and listened, muttering unheard songs to the melody.

a little note on Harley, she's undiagnosed and suffers from Anti-social Personality Disorder. She grows an obsession over the Joker as a project that would finally have her recognized. She throws herself into the chemicals to gain a better understanding of Joker when her thesis is proven wrong.

[fanfics4thefanatics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39161592