The Maid of Mischief

Harleen Quinzel. Harley Quinn ✙ Maid of Mischief independent Harley Quinn blog multiverse | will rp with anyone tracking itsaharlequinade

[itsaharlequinade]

swiggity swen, tag broke again

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[diamonditis]

“I was thinking…maybe one of those ornaments that lights up and sings when you walk by. Could that go wrong? Maybe. It’s a risk you’d have take.”

[itsaharlequinade]

"Oooh thas not half bad. Maybe two of em. What could possibly go wrong on Christmas?" Famous last words. Harley loved those. "What did ya say your name was again kid?"

[vividmcavoy]

The Dark Knight Rises, 2012

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[itsaharlequinade]

swiggity swag please fix my tag

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[relentless-optimist]

Reblog if I can straight up ask you for a RP.

[missninetails-deactivated202512]

So many of you I wanna ask!

[notamagiccow-deactivated2019050]

"Just for the holidays, Harls. Just for the holidays."

[itsaharlequinade]

Harley about swooned with delight. After Mr J and what with Red avoidin' her, it was awful nice to be wanted, specially on the holidays. "Well then pull up a chair, gal pal! I hope ya brought yer pajamas, cause this calls for a yuletide slumber party!"

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Reblog if your muse has a dark side Please

[viktor-the-machineherald]

(Oh he does~)

[raphmike]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[notamagiccow-deactivated2019050]

"Oh, that’s alright Harley. You don’t need to make me anything." She smiled. "Well, I’m glad you’re back in Gotham. Do you plan to see Ivy or Joker at all this Christmas?"

[itsaharlequinade]

The firm shake Harley gave her head made the bells on the ends of her hat jingle. She liked...

[notamagiccow-deactivated2019050]

"Oh, I didn't know. Sorry. What happened last Christmas?"

[itsaharlequinade]

"We sorta got crushed by a giant Christmas tree and caught by the Bat. But I think it's just on accounta Red doesn't have enough holiday spirit." She spread her hands, shrugging the matter away. "What about you Kitty Cat? Didja come visit me just for the holidays or do ya need something. Harley is here ta help!"

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[misguidedlunatic]

Tira tucked her arms in close to her torso habitually when Harley seemed to just burst with excitement. It wasn’t something she was use to but— Didn’t seem like a bad thing. A tiny grin appeared on the pale girl’s face, taking a step to the side as her new acquaintance dove in and started to rifle around in the wardrobe.

She tentatively touched at the smoke bombs that fell to the floor with his booted foot, but her attention was quickly drawn from that to whatever Harley was holding. Tira tried to peek around, curious to see but.. Oh. It was in a case. “Found what?” The younger girl wanted to protest, wanting to know what exactly was in there. She was slightly paranoid, but despite this, she followed through with the directions and turned to go plop herself down on the couch.

"Some what?" Tira ran the pads of her fingers against the material of the sofa. She was starting to annoy herself at this point with question after question, but they were legitimate. She didn’t know what Christmas was or what gingerbread was or.. What that device across the room did. With the knobs and the glass screen on the front. Or anything. This world was foreign to her.

[itsaharlequinade]

Harley wasn't so hot at explaining things. She moved too fast, her thoughts raced too much and then changed direction. She didn't mind the questions. She was always full of them, particularly when it came to nifty new things she encountered. A sheet of cookies was removed from the oven and unceremoniously dumped onto a platter.

"Gingerbread men cookies!" Well...they weren't so much gingerbread men as they were gingerbread clowns, but close enough. She plunked the cookie figures down on the coffee table. They were iced in black and red, adorned with big red smiles and equally big red santa hats. She was pretty proud of them actually. "Gingerbread cookies are a staple of Christmas. Just like presents and the tree." She jabbed a thumb in the direction of the massive, gaudily decorated pine in the corner of the livingroom.

She went twirling across the livingroom to the desk where she'd left the paper, the sissors, the ribbons. All in a mess. Surprise surprise.

"So where do ya come from that you don't know bout Christmas?

[notamagiccow-deactivated2019050]

"Oh, that's alright Harley. You don't need to make me anything." She smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're back in Gotham. Do you plan to see Ivy or Joker at all this Christmas?"

[itsaharlequinade]

The firm shake Harley gave her head made the bells on the ends of her hat jingle. She liked the sound, so she shook a second time. "I ain't runnin' with Mr J any more. I'm a solo act now. One woman show!" Unless he'd been asking about her. Had he been asking about her!? Down, Harley. "I ain't seen Red around since I got back. Think she might be avoiding me on accounta what happened last Christmas."

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"Actually, I dodn’t want to tell it, but there was that journalist…" Natasha made a face. "I slipped out and I don’t really like to play by the rules either. What good does it make to keep it as a secret?

"Well, I don’t care. It’s a gift, and you are supposed to accept gifts." She looked at her and than the shiny thing next to her. "It turns off the lights. That’s the switch."

[itsaharlequinade]

Harley laughed sort of awkwardly. Didn't she get it? Maybe she didn't get it. Should Harley explain it to her. Maybe not. Probably she'd figure it out eventually. The thought gave her a weird feeling--like that weird wriggling sensation in her stomach. Probably cause the dame wasn't half bad. Like she hadn't called the fuzz and was letting Harley see her fancy toys. But whatcouldja do. That was how the cookie crumbled. No pain no gain. And there was lotsa pain. Haha....nuts. Out loud she just said, "Yeah, rules are for suckers." 

She didn't even let Natasha get through a full explanation of what the button did before Harley pressed it, plunging them instantly into darkness. Oops. Another press and the lights were up again. Harley grinned apologetically. "Sorry."

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[diamonditis]

“I think you should add a little more…color. Never too much! Tacky is just…! Well actually, tacky is a viable word but it’s not as fun to listen to that stuff.”

[itsaharlequinade]

"Yeah? I like that way ya think, kid. Hows about more of the lights right here in the middle. And more tinsel. And a couple more ornaments."