#V; UNDETERMINED.{harlequins as standard; wreaking havoc is fun}

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

❖ @fallesto​ ❖ 

“I knew you would NOT be able to stay MAD at little old me. Now come on, we can FORGIVE and we can FORGET. I understand that you are mad at me. I DESTROYED YOUR WORLD. And you know why I am mad at you. YOU JOINED THE JUSTICE LEAGUE! So let us just throw this all to the side. KISS AND MAKE UP HARLS. I always find with us – LAUGHTER AND SLAUGHTER – always make things go back to the way they were. THE WAY THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE.”

HOW COULD SHE? Despite all he put her through the absolute last thing the woman could do was stay mad. It was almost annoying how close he seemed balance on that edge but no matter how many times he KNOCKED  her down there female came running back to him. Some called it idiocy, but to her it was love, and every drop of acid that had been spilt for her CREATION was worth it. 

She had tried to go back on him. Tried everything in her power to forget and move on but just because you wanted to change, well that didn't mean the REST OF THE WORLD wanted you too. Harley was always going to be "Joker's li'l Girlfriend" so she may as well PLAY HER PART. Wrapping her arms over the males shoulders, the blonde jumper into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her kids was forceful at first, then softened becoming passionate as she broke awake. 

 ❝ I'm sorry I EVER LEFT YA puddin'. It ain't never happenin' again. Let’s just EMBRACE who we are an’ go from there. ❞  With a little giggle she added.  ❝ So who we SLAUGHTERIN' tonight? Is it worth using my FAVOURITE mallet? She’d love to have some fun an’ well so would I? But that’s about SOMETHIN’ DIFFERENT. ❞

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

❖ @dr-crow-is-in​ ❖

She let out a slight hum from this before letting out a faint smile, “Gotham can do that. But we’re the demons that cause the chaos for the poor, unfortunate souls. So it only seems fair that we maintain the natural order in this city~”

HELL AND GOTHAM. At times the words seemed almost interchangeable, but Harley wouldn’t have pressed so hard for the title of ‘demon’. Maybe that was a step too far for her in her mind, although maybe it worked for Scarey. She had the chemicals, the knowhow all the demon-esque prowess that all led to demons but they were always something mystical about the word and Harley was as mysterious as a kid on a fairground ride. They wanted to be there, and to do what they did, by all circumstances it was almost normal. Not that Harley was normal, but she wasn’t magical in any sense. Despite the chemistry behind Dr Crow, Harley could see an essence of underlying power, and power meant a lot in Gotham. 

Not having it herself meant working with those more dangerous than her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the mind for it but brute strength was just one thing. Not of lot of Gotham listened to her on her own, and she’d tried that on more than one occasion. Harley also couldn’t bring herself to admit her mistake and go back with the Joker, so this was one of only a couple of options she believed she had left. As she question her, Harley motioned the air quotes to words.  ❝ So, how do ya intend to ‘maintain the natural order in this city’? It’s Gotham, as full riots and people with less than no street cred that won’t listen to anything but make easy pickings for Batman to help him keep his quotas up with Arkham. ❞  That was a joke, but she also made a point.  ❝ What can we do to stand out anymore? ❞

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

❖ @mysticallities​ ❖

“Oh, believe me clown, I can see.” Ryobi barks out, staring at the woman who just… appeared out of nowhere. Another dimensional lapse perhaps? She didn’t have the time to figure it out.

“Tch, saw you coming a mile away, I’ll say that much.” She smirks.

TOO DARK OUTSIDE. Harley was night owl but that didn’t mean she could see in it. That’s what the street lights were for but Gotham council decided they wanted to do something with their budgets that wasn’t  trying to piece the city back together after the destruction of Batman because the more she thought about it Batman really did do a lot of damage to government property. Harley very much doubted he pay for any of it. With the street lights out tonight, though, she had other problems. 

❝ Why you a Bat in the real sense? Or you just a know-it-all because I do not need another know-it-all in my life. Long as you ain’t one of those ‘you’re going back to Arkham’ Bats ‘cause I don’t need another one of those either. Bats aren’t actually blind they just fly at night ‘cause they stupid. Or because they’re sleepy in the day which is fine too! But you’re just creepy looking that far at someone unless it’s cause of the outfit ‘cause I worked hard on that and if it’s because of the outfit…well, thanks! Very much appreciated. I like to stand out from the costume crowd and this screams Harley Quinn, well not literally but it just calls out to me, like a ‘ya rock that girl’ kind thing. ❞

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

                                                  Some nights I feel invisible to you                                                  Like I could disappear into the blue

HARLEY WAS REPLACED. That’s how she saw it. Not because another girl had taken his heart, maybe that would have been easier to deal with but this pushed her out completely. Instead of seeing her as something treasure she’d began treating her something far less. Like another one of his goons, just tossed aside and told to do his bidding, but that wasn’t her. That wasn’t the role she’d taken for him. She was the Joker’s HARLEQUIN, not some form of gimmick for a laugh. She couldn’t be treated that way, but another night alone in their shared bed told her all he needed. His heart was set on someone else. And that ‘someone’ was Batman. Not in a romantic way but he was filled with vengeance in a way that consumed him. It was an obsession to beat the man to overcome him, like he had no other goal in the world. Not matter how much it hurt her she had to know the truth, and it had to come from him. 

In her chemise, she tiptoed to the front door of his makeshift office in their apartment. She wrapped lightly, before pushing the door open.  ❝ Don’t ya think ya be comin’ to bed, Puddin;? It ain’t the same without someone sleepin’ next t’ me. ❞

❝ Can’t you see I’m BUSY, Harley? ❞

❝ I know ya are, Mista’ J but I just thoug- ❞

Her words were cut off as he slammed his hands on his desk, a few papers scattered around, the odd one falling to the floor. She jumped in fear at the loud bang, as finally he looked over at her but it wasn’t the look of arousal she was hoping for. Harley’s heart started to race as she had no idea what was going round his head. His glare held no emotion, like he was wondering what to do with a rat that had wandered into a mousetrap. For once the Joker’s moves were measured, considered as he took it step by step towards Harley. Part of her was still hopeful that that meant they could spend the night together as he gently tucked a hair behind her ear. Instead of shouting at her, his voice was low and menacing.  ❝ You thought wrong didn’t you pumpkin? Believing that after all this time you were more important than the Batman, that you of all people could somehow surpass a rivalry that I’ve had with Batman since before you were born.  ❞  

She presumed he was on about the birth of Harley Quinn, their ‘wedding night’ but she couldn’t have been certain. Her mind was fogging over with how much of a mistake she’s already made and she could see in his eyes that he was only going to make it worse.   ❝ I wasn’t here t’ say I was better than Batman, that wasn’t the point but ya ain’t slept in days, Mista’ J and if you wanna beat Batsy ya gotta be on form. ❞  That wasn’t what she wanted to say at all. She wanted to stand there and scream in his face that he cared so little for her. That he didn’t love her, that he didn’t care. But then she could leave now, and he probably wouldn’t notice and would hurt her more than him and that wasn’t the point. Because he wouldn’t notice if she did, he wouldn’t care. He might have thrown a fist, knocked her to the ground but that was a physical pain she’d have been dealt, and he wouldn’t have cared either way. This wasn’t a point she was going to win so before he could respond she just backed down. 

 ❝  I’ll just go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, Night. ❞   It was blunt, harsh, like she didn’t care as if she’d lost her love for him. In a way she had, Harley was sick of being the man’s doormat, sick of prowling for him and getting pushed away. She could be on her own tonight, it wasn’t like she had a choice. There were still batteries in her drawer to occupy her, if he couldn’t make her happy - if he wasn’t going to give her that attention, at least something could.

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@xxlady-deadpoolxx​❖ one word prompts (closed.)

SOUNDTRACK

MASHING UP MIXTAPES. It was more of a USB, as opposed to a mistake but the same hardship had gone into it. She’d been channeling a lot of her inner Deadpool to make this work. They were friends but pinpointing her interests was difficult. She’d come up with a list of a couple of their songs before, so Harley had thrown a couple in herself and ta-dah! It was the girl’s mixtape. She wasn’t sure was kinda present it would be, but hopefully Pony would like it. Even if she didn’t like it per say, Harley was going to consider it a win if her head stayed attached to her body. 

❝ I mean to be honest, I just hope ya ain’t gonna be hatin’ on it. I actually thought about this fer ya and I didn’t do no stealin’ or any other crime for that matter, ‘xcept maybe piratin’ the music but on the grand scheme o’ things it is not my worst crime. ❞  She held out the USB with a soft smile, a little nervous but she hoped the present would go down well. Like a soundtrack of their friendship, of the Pony and Pigtailed Duo. Could she turn that into a thing. Hmm, that was one to think about.

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@jackofalltrades1937 ❖ lyric sc. (closed)

CRIMINAL MINDS ~ SET IT OFF

Criminal minds try to cloud up your thinking But they're tough to identify And they cut with precision These criminal minds

PLANS IN PROGRESS. Harley wasn’t sure of the last time she pushed her own ideas onto the male. It wasn’t a usual occurrence, she didn’t want to be put down before it started and certainly didn’t want to have him believe she was trying to take control. She wasn’t there for his glory, but to be by his side, as much as he let her be, of course. It wasn’t often she even had an idea, half a plan that might work. But she was starting to think like a criminal, starting to think for herself to show she’d made the right decision and he was right to let her tag along with him. Now she was a part of the underworld she had to prove her place because she knew, if he wanted, he could easily throw her under the bus.

❝ J, I think I may have something. ❞  Her voice was soft, uneasy, clearly nervous but she had to stop thinking so logically, and think like him. Taking a deep breath, Harley placed her rough drawings on the table.  ❝ I found the blueprints to the upgrades to Gotham Bank...and I think I have a way inside now if you were...wanting to exploit their funds further. ❞  Was that a good way of putting it? She didn’t want to sound like he needed the cash, but they could always do with a little more lying around. Right?

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

❖ @fallesto ❖

GOTHAM AND BORING? In her own mind, Harley would not have ever used boring to describe the city she lived in. Ever since her Gotham State stint Harley had never found it quiet, and therefore, never boring. So the comment had taken her aback.  ❝ Well what d’ya suggest? Ain’t exactly Firework season yet. ❞  It was close comparatively to some parts of the year and things were definitely less boring when things were explosive but what to suggest right now was hard to think of that wasn’t box standard. They needed something new, something they could both really get involved with - maybe the Harley Quinn idea factory was still in the development stage.

❝ Well what do ya suggest then? I’m all ears, well I’m not ‘cause that’d be super freaky and just too weird imagine just being an ear, perfect for eavesdropping but just… ❞  She shuddered at the thought, maybe too much of a side track.   ❝ What perfect plan can you think of to get Gotham’s attention. If you’re bored then the whole city is probably dying of the grey and drab aesthetic Gotham seems to possess. If you think it’s such a facade, why don’tcha bring some colour to Gotham’ streets? It’s just a case o’ figurin’ out how. ❞   She huffed, bouncing ideas off a brick wall wasn’t helpful she was just hoping he was feeling more talkative than that.

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@devilshades​ ❖ one word prompts (closed.)

EXPERIENCE

CONTEXT ALWAYS NEEDED. Having experience in a team, and being on your own, and being someone else’s sidekick were three completely different things and that required different levels of thought and input. With the Joker around, that was close to nothing, he didn’t need her to think, just act and she’d been good at that until she wanted more the streets. She’d formed her own little groups and teams over time but this was different. It was different because right now she was literally all alone. She couldn’t rely on anyone to have her back, that make things more dangerous, and far more reckless. The female was known for pushing the boundaries a little too far and this time she had no safety net.

Usually residing in Coney Island, it wasn’t too far a hop to the other suburbs of New York City, and now here she was. Unbeknownst to her this male resembled a Bat far more than Batman did himself. As far as she was concerned a Devil roamed these streets, and that sounded far more appealing than it should have done. With a soft voice, she looked down from the fire escape railings, not trying too hard to get his attention, but spoke directly to him.  ❝ I always used t’ think the Devil wore a dashing red smile, maybe he wanders round in a red suit with pretty devil horns instead. Not as subtle, but who knows. I’ve seen crazier things happen. ❞

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@babydxhl​​ ❖ lyric sc. (closed) 

I’M JUST A GIRL ~ NO DOUBT

'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be 'Cause they won't let me drive late at night Oh I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak 'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes

USED TO STARING. Even on Gotham’s streets Harley and Mary Dahl stood out. A girl who never aged would have sounded like a dream if that age wasn’t toddler-based, and she went hand in hand with a bleach skinned jester most of Gotham would want as their treasured Barbie Doll. But these two girls were more than that and tonight Harley wanted to make her own mark, instead of being in someone else’s crazy shadow. Bad news for Mary though, who, unfortunately and for height reasons, was always going to be in someone’s shadow.Harley just had to persuade her the plan could work.

❝ Look, I dunno about you, exactly, but I’m kinda sick o’ half o’ Gotham starin’ at me like I’m some kinda ornament for ‘em. Like I do this for ‘em when I’m just out here being me. We should show Gotham what good ol’ fashioned girl power can actually achieve. Might even give ‘em a reason t’ stare for more than a few seconds. ‘Til it’s lights out fer ‘em anyways.❞  She laughed, if they were just girls then they had to prove the city wrong, in every single way the two of them could think of.  ❝ What d’ya think Dahl? ❞

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

❖ @bm-vxgab0nd​ ❖

Who was this stranger? This woman had been following him around for quite sometime, even assisting him on solo missions. She did talk his ear off however. He did his best to ignore her and to avoid her, even almost pulling the trigger on her. Yet… he hadn’t left her for dead somewhere. She was different than the others.

The Vagabond released a small sigh at her questions, until she demanded his name. Giving in, the face painted male rested his arms across his chest as he answered the peppy multicoloured haired lass.

“The name is the Vagabond. An alias, yes, but I’m sure you’ve got one too. State your name, business, and why you’ve been stalking me for the past few days.”

NAMES WERE NECESSARY. You needed them to come up with a good nickname for someone, solidify your status as friends, or enemies, or mere acquaintances until you either wanted to punch each other in the face for fun, or to beat the other one down and declare their land as your own. You needed that playful side, and Harley had nicknames for everyone. There wasn’t going to be an exception. She couldn’t let that happen. Harley had too much fun toying with people in ways that didn’t really matter to them, but mattered to her. But if he was being so demanding she had to give something. Maybe she’d figure something out along the way. 

❝ To be honest I wouldn’t say Harley Quinn was a ‘step too far’ from Harleen Quinzel so unless ya name’s like Viagra Bondage I'd say you've far more of an alias than me. ❞  That was true enough, but the thought made her giggle all the same. It was very unlikely to be the case but some parents could be cruel. Hers weren’t exactly sparkling, at best her mother’s halo was rusty.  ❝ As fer business tho, can’t a girl just show t’ have some fun. Poke around at her surroundings, ain’t that what a vacay’s about? Ya gotta explore, an’ that includes you when ya start hiding info from me ‘cause I just gotta know. I can become more annoying than this. ❞

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

 @wingsandcoffins ❖ Tinder Date 

FIELD TRIP DAY. Well not exactly but Harley had chosen her outfit well, sneaking in a few snacks into her bag for her favourite animals; her hyenas. They’d been locked up for a while, having been taken out of her custody on her last escapade. She’d been thinking of ways to try and free the hyenas but they were bringing in a lot of publicity, being brand new to the zoo so Harley couldn’t help but admire them. Their plaque hadn’t named them yet but there had only been two hyenas in Gotham that she could think of and that made them her Bud and Lou. She’d have to wait to see them though, as she was waiting for her date to finish work so they could take a wander around before the zoo closed up for the night. 

So she was waiting by the meerkats, trying to occupy herself simply waiting around, her pink and blue hair in space buns because of the weather, the jester wanting to make use of the rest of the summer they had left. As usual her shorts, her placed squarely on her hips, as she leaned over the edge of the enclosure, trying to get as many cute pictures of the meerkats as she could, before sending a message to let her date know where she was exactly. Harley wasn’t hard to spot, but sometimes it helped to keep visible so she was easily found for when her date had finished work. 

She just hoped it wasn’t too much longer.

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@houseofwindows​ ❖ lyric sc. (closed)

GOING TO HELL ~ THE PRETTY RECKLESS

Father did you miss me? Don’t ask me where I’ve been. You know I know, I’ve been told I redefine a sin.

FIXING BROKEN SOULS. That was something Harley initially aspired to do in Gotham City where everyone appeared broken or tried to hide the fact the system was. Because it was all broken, only a broken city would need a vigilante to try and revive it, one dressed as  Batman anyway. Harley had previously spent time trying to work out the man who thought it would be best to be a nocturnal animal in the hopes of giving Gotham something to work towards and Harley herself had been swept up along the madness and had gone from a little broken on the inside to a lot broken on the inside. 

But hey, she couldn’t dwell on how broken she was, just had to accept and move on like the rest of the city. Her slightly wonky pigtails were adjusted in the reflection of the broken window. Crime Alley was ridden with just that so broken windows were as common as rats and weeds but it wasn’t all bad. In Harley’s world the whole city was worth exploring, no matter where you ended up. Upon exploring she spotted someone she believed to be new to the city. Or at least someone she didn’t recognise. Whether they knew the ex-girlfriend of the Joker was to be discovered but for now she’d test the waters.  ❝ A place like this would surely eat ya’s fer breakfast. Ain’t cha edgin’ ya bets here. If ya wanted the darkest place in Gotham, well congrats, ya found it. ❞

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@deixmos ❖ Tinder Date

HARLEY COULDN'T DRINK. Well that wasn’t strictly true she could drink plenty, far more than average. A lot would say too much for her own good, but her body fought against it. The toxins Poison Ivy had injected her with an antitoxin to survive in the green but it had seemed to affect every toxin that tried to attack her. There was one was to beat it and that was to overload herself completely. Take it to her point her body couldn’t focus on trying to fight it. Then instead of being the warm fuzzy tipsy feeling her mind the alcohol in her system would rush straight to her head and she’d become the overwhelming ditz a lot of people took her for. 

So she was swirling her drink in her hand carefully unsure whether it was easier to pretend to dislike or fake getting slowly drunk so she was taking it steady on purpose, wanting to savour the time she had, whilst not going overboard whilst somehow trying to come up with conversation. She was usually good at talking but finding the balance for ‘date talk’ was always difficult for the Jester. But the words that came out of her mouth didn’t seem as considered as they actually were.

“ Ya ain’t payin’ fer my tab. Seriously, ya’d have t’ sell a kidney or somethin’ fer that if I were to do it properly and I don’t think Gotham’s black market is interested just yet. ”

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@sshiruka ❖ lyric inspired sc.

I WANT YOU (GONE) ~ SET IT OFF & MATT APPLETON

I'm trapped in a nightmare, and I could never wake It starts with the charm, then it cuts to get away But my eyes are open, and all I see is fake infatuation

SO SHE’S ESCAPING. Heels hitting the floor as fast as possible. Just running. He could track her any other way but she wanted to be as far away from the fun house as possible. He’d done it now, literally thrown her in the gutter and being loyal to a fault was the worst place possible when you were loyal to someone who most of the time, would trade you in for a dollar. There were very few exceptions, and that list was getting shorter and she really didn’t know how much more she could take.

It was heartbreaking. There were tears in her eyes, as the rain poured down, turning down to hide in one of Gotham’s alleyways. The bleached blonde with pink and blue hair wasn’t exactly a sight that blended in as her one of the many caped crusader’s tag-along drop in. They didn’t have to say anything, any bump in the night in Arkham made you very aware of your surroundings in case it turned out to be far worst. She could almost sense them staring at her. God she must have looked pathetic. As her eyeshadow and mascara rolled down her cheeks she turned on her heel to face them. 

“ Ya wanna say I told ya so? Wanna go ahead an’ lock me up and throw away the key. Well go on then, do it! I really don’t care enough to fight ya right now. ”  The sad part was that was true. She was hoping beyond hope that maybe a little time away would bring him to his senses, show him how much he needed her, but the likelihood of that happening was very, very slim. Her feelings balancing on a tightrope set to snap at any moment.  

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@babydxhl  ❖ cont.

Mary’s answer comes in the form of a furious, slurred mumble into her pillow. “Well, fuck, if that’s the case, I guess we just never have to sleep again.”

It takes her a moment – a long one, her own stubbornness radiating off her in waves – to sit up, and she smacks the sheets out of the way as if to make up for the fact that she isn’t hitting Harley.

The light streaming in through the window now that the curtains have been harshly yanked back is far from sunlight; as Mary blinks, the stinging fluorescent neon sign on the rooftop across the street comes into focus.

She should be wearing her glasses. They remain studiously ignored on the bedside table.

“Why are you in my apartment at 3am?”

“ SLEEP IS A thing, I know that but usually I do it in the morning. Ya don’t have t’ done anything then ‘til the afternoon. What’s the morning fer anyways? ”

Well nothing had been thrown. That was a good start, right? She’d been expecting some physical response but maybe that was coming later after Mary had woken up. 

The light came from the streets lights on the road and helicopters trying to sweep the area after a ‘bank heist’ that Harley did not want want to be caught for. 

The treasures were safe for now anyway, hidden in one of Mary’s bins. 

“ The window was open an’ there was talk of Batsy and I didn’t wanna go back to Arkham yet. Orange doesn’t suit me! ”

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@imnotbrucewayne  ❖ AFD 2019

“ C’MON TAKE A bite. ” Harley laughed before holding out the cupcake again, with a lit candle on top. She’d been trying her best to stick to her parole but this was not an opportunity she would miss. What the Bat didn’t know was that the cupcake was baked with Ka-Boom made, made to playfully exploded after a bite was taken. The most damage done, however would be to the cake itself, not Batman. She was trying to change her ways after all.