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[harlykinns]

starheroics‌:

“I owe you nothing, Harley,” the Tamaranean snarls. She holds out a glowing green hand in Harley’s direction, prepared if the woman dares to make another move. “But you owe me a nice sentence in prison.”

            “who’s gonna stop me?” there’s a pause, harley DRAMATICALLY swinging her head to the left and right to empahsize her point. “you??” the question is followed out by a LOUD burst of laughter. “easy there, sweetcheeks, ya ain’t that spooky without your gang’a spandex wearin’ freaks.”

[harlykinns]

geniusfuturist‌:

in retrospect, threatening to spank harley quinn wasn’t the most brilliant idea tony has ever had. it ranks in the lower levels of his all time grand plans, okay? but maybe in front of that time he tried to invent a sexy– you know what? we’re not hear to discuss his sins! let’s shift our focus to the blonde on his desk in the skimpy little number that he’s pretty sure was bought with his credit card. and good god, was it a worthy purchase. she looks like all his sins wrapped up in a pretty pink dress. 

is he pretending he doesn’t see the panties? or lack there of? he can’t tell, but suddenly she’s a lot more interesting than all his mindless tinkering. “can’t you spank yourself a couple times and call it a night?” his fingers dig into her thighs. silky, luscious, insert sexy adjective here, thighs. and by god, he’s proud of the fact that the zipper of his jeans almost bust when he drags her to straddle his lap. “or did you miss the memo that daddy’s working?”

DESPITE THE PRETTY LITTLE POUT that forms across her red stained lips, she knows this encounter won’t end without her getting what she wants. if the TEMPTING outfit didn’t do the trick, then surely her LACK of panties would be what sealed the deal. hook, line and sinker. teeth clenched down upon her plush lower lip, biting back the MOAN that threatened to sound at his grip on her thighs. 

              “i could but where’s the fun in that?” she retorted, a brow quirking in his direction. lips soon enough part, an INFECTIOUS giggle filling the air as she’s moved from the cold hard desk to his rock hard coc---lap, she’s moved to his lap. without wasting a beat, once she’s settled her lips already TEASINGLY grazing along his neck. 

              “i got the memom -- jus’ figured y’wanted somethin’ else to do.” her head raises, blue eyes meeting his gaze to showcase the MISCHEVIOUS glint that could be seen in them. “----like me, f’example.”

[dculadies]

[harlykinns]

toendwar‌:

HIS NAME IS TOO piercing to be uttered. It hovers over them, a dark cloud threatening to spill violent rains. Diana considers his mutilated smile, and a sickness churns in her stomach. She cannot stop Harley from loving him. Indeed, she, nor anyone else, can make Harley do anything she does not wish to do. It matters not how deeply Diana’s affections bleed for Harley, nor how kindly Diana treats her. Even a Wonder Woman cannot alter the course of inevitability. 

❝ For your sake, I hope that is the truth, Harley. ❞ Is the best Diana can manage to utter. Words are dry in her throat, not quite willing to be voiced. It’s a game of Russian Roulette. Each thing she dares to say could push Harley further into his arms or deeper into Diana’s warm embrace. And you can never be quite sure which way the dice will roll. Harley thrives on such maddening unpredictability, Diana thinks. 

And yet, Diana still yearns to hold her. To run her fingers through bleached hair and whisper promises that she intends to keep until her final breath. Instead she says, ❝ You deserve so much more than you accept. ❞

THE CLOWN QUEEN REMAINS SILENT. a rarity for the jester but she’s done enough LYING for one night. normally, she wouldn’t care -- she’s lied, scammed and bullshitted her way out of worse situations -- but it’s different...DIANA IS DIFFERENT. no matter how much she TRIES the looming presence of her beloved mr. j hovers over them like a dark cloud. it may not be NOW but eventually she always finds herself running back to him -- attracted to him like a magnet. 

           “s’not important anymore.” maybe -- just maybe if she says it enough times she’ll start to BELIEVE it. she’s STRUGGLING to hold the amazon’s gaze, knowing that her facade is cracking. that diana can read between the lies and know the TRUTH that lies beneath it all. 

shrugging her shoulders lamely, she doesn’t acknoweldge the other’s finals words. truth or not -- there was HARDLY any logic to the MAD LOVE she harbors for gotham’s clown prince. 

            “does that mean i can stay f’awhile?” a few steps are taken forward, closing the distance between them. “y’anno -- until i get back on m’feet.”

[harlykinns]

How would you and the rest of the Bat Villains react if Batman and Joker merged and became one person with a mixture of both hero and villain's personalities and such, Harley?

I hope you don’t mind I answer this question out of character / from a headcanon perspective – it’s the only way I can think to answer. 

I’m the rare breed of people who does not think Harley Quinn is a good person. In my head, there is nothing about Harley that is a hero or classifies her as good. I’m quite snobbish and vocal about my distaste for how the comics are turning Harley into a victim and anti-hero when that was never her original origins. 

That being said and with all of the above in mind, I don’t think Harley would react well to Batman/Joker merging into one person. Along with me thinking that Harley is not good, I think she loves Joker BECAUSE he is a villain. Because J is as twisted, fucked up, power hungy and deadly as she is. He was the only person to pull out that side of her and see past the facade that she was putting up as Dr. Harleen Quinzel. My memory may be fuzzy and this could be wrong but, if I remember correctly, there was either a comic or something that depicted J as a good guy (not talking the recent comic run White Knight) and Harley was completely turned off.

Don’t get me wrong, Bruce/Harley is my crackship but not because I want Bruce/Batman to turn Harley good but because it’s an interesting dynamic. 

The Joker, on the other hand, is a different story. The reason I believe she’ll always go back to J and no matter who messes around with, she always comes back to him, is because no one else sees or understand the darkness Harley posseses except for Joker. 

Long story short, if J had even a dash of good in him, she wouldn’t be happy about it.

[harlykinns]

  ——– the ONE, the ONLY, the I N F A M O U S….HARLEY QUINN !!

indie selective harley quinn  (suicide squad / dc comic influenced) est. 2015 / broken out of arkham by miya

[harlykinns]

SHE HAD A NASTY HABIT OF DOING EVERYTHING SHE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO DO. harley would blame it on her REBEL spirit but, honestly, being BAD always felt GOOD. tony stark was TEMPTATION in the highest form and she’d be DAMNED if she denied herself of such pleasures -- both monetary and physical.

               “what did i tell ya ‘bout threatenin’ me with a good time??” her brow arches, a mischevious smirk spreading across her red lips. casually, she perches herself on his desk, not thinking twice about how the hem of her skirt hitches up her thighs. “---y’know, i like it rough, mr. stark.” 

@geniusfuturist // starter call

[harlykinns]

toendwar‌:

HARLEY DESIRES TO COME and go as she pleases. And if there are casualties claimed along the way? Well, Diana suspects she does not sleep a wink differently. But Diana is not the same creature. She worries for Harley. Worries about this winding road that she so carelessly throws herself into. 

Simply put, Harley Quinn attracts danger like honey seduces a bee. 

❝ It is only one question. ❞ But one that matters so very much. ❝ Tell me I am wrong. Tell me you would deny yourself him if he decided he wanted you as his plaything again. ❞

IT’S COMPLICATED is the best way to define their relationship. (can it even be called that??) despite being on OPPOSITE ends of a moral compass, they’d managed to fall into a routine with one another. he’d leave her out of nowhere, she’d come clamoring back to diana seeking the LOVE and AFFECTION to fill the hole in her heart. unlike him, diana was RELIABLE. too fuckin’ saintly for her own good. always there to pick up the pieces when harley crashed, burned and crumbled. 

HARLEY QUINN DIDN’T CARE ABOUT MUCH OF ANYTHING -- but even she could admit diana deserved better.

              “that don’t matter, it’s ova.” for, goes inside but it lingers in the air as she takes a pause. slolwly, she turns around to face the other woman. “i don’t wanna talk ‘bout him anymore.”

[harlykinns]

PATIENCE WASN’T HARLEY’S STRONGEST VIRTUE. in fact, it was non-existent. trying to get j’s attention required a specific skillset that -- even after all of this time -- she hadn’t QUITE mastered. boot clad feet tapped IMPATIENTLY as she waited...and waited...and waited some more, not even the loud H U F F of exasperation that sounded could get his attention. blue eyes narrowing out of FRUSTRATION, she all but SPRAWLED across his desk, leaning to the side to take a peek at the papers spread out across it. not at all interested in what he was doing but she’d be willing to PRETEND if he could BLESS her with even the smallest amount of acknowledgement. 

                     “----anythin’ i can do t’help, mistah j??”

@grincarved // starter call

[harlykinns]

IT WAS A TWISTED GAME. one she was destined to LOSE from the start. they were a match made in hell -- and with that came an OBSESSION...DESIRE...NEED that she hasn’t been able to shake since the moment she laid eyes on him. as much as she liked to think of herself as her OWN woman -- that this time she’ll prove she could live without him -- deep down she knew she was wrapped around his finger. it still didn’t stop the VENOM from pumping through her veins as she goes BARGING into the warehouse -- his, formerly their, hideout.. blue eyes are WILD with a range of emotions that flp flopped back and forth between RAGE and BITTERNESS. 

             “y’got some NERVE callin’ me ova here.” she spat out, after shoving the door open unannounced. and yet, here she was -- the ONE, the ONLY, the INFAMOUS harley quinn in the flesh. 

@comediking // starter call

[harlykinns]

            “Y’ANNO -- !!”

THERE’S A PAUSE. followed by a loud SMACK of her gum, that leads to an OBNOXIOUSLY sized bubble to appear between her blood stained lips before going P O P. after one final CHOMP, she picks up where she left off without missing a beat.

            “You an’ your pals owe me an APOLOGY -- that lil’ STUNT ruined a perfectly good (robbery) shoppin’ spree!!”

@starheroics // starter call

[harlykinns]

        “i ain’t do nothin’.” 

well...there was that explosion down at the warf the other night. 

correction: she’s didn’t do anything TONIGHT. still, she’s clinging onto this MOMENTARY innocence for as long as she can -- or for however long she can continue to DENY her past sins and crimes. 

        “last i checked, eatin’ one of yer fish buddies for lunch ain’t a crime.”

@halfbrecd // starter call

[harlykinns]

now that i’ve returned from hell.

punch the heart for a starter from harls! 

[harlykinns]

  ——– the ONE, the ONLY, the I N F A M O U S....HARLEY QUINN !!

indie selective harley quinn  (suicide squad / dc comic influenced) est. 2015 / broken out of arkham by miya

[harlykinns]

IT’S NOT THE FIRST TIME, CERTAINLY WON’T BE THE LAST that she comes back to him with her tail tucked between her legs -- but it certainly doesn’t make it any less PATHETIC. with time, the tables have turned. once upon a time ago it was HIM crawling through her bedroom window looking for solace. nowadays -- more often then she cares to admit -- it’s HER standing on his doorstep seeking COMFORT. knowing BETTER that she shouldn’t have left him in the first place and HERE is where she belonged.

SILLY LIL’ HARLEQUIN. the manic laughs that follows her internal admonishment makes harley shiver. shaking her head, she pushes the thoughts -- the vivid image of former other half -- before knocking. 

                “----got ‘nough room for three??” she asked when the door swings open, the two hyenas at her feet perking up at the sight of him -- almost as if they missed him as much as she did. 

@rcliicta // starter call

[camilleprevker]