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Harley Quinn I know what you think of me. You think I'm just a doll. A doll that's pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like. You're wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time. I am dangerous. And I will show you just how dark I can be.

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               “Why don’t people play poker in the jungle?” the blonde asks, excitement lacing her voice. She was nearly bouncing in her seat at the rather dismal-looking bar. Surely they could afford a better atmosphere with how much they charged for drinks, but that wasn’t what brought her here in the first place. She was supposed to be meeting someone here, someone who clearly wasn’t going to show up. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a night of fun anyways. “Any guesses?”

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hello all, bren here with a super quick info post!

✦ –– ( harleen quinzel ) has arrived in the metropolis of earth 46, and at ( twenty-six ) years old, they’re working as a ( unemployed ). you may know them better for their work as ( harley quinn ) with the skills of ( hand-to-hand combat ). they’ve been spent the last ( week ) here but they’re originally from ( earth one ). rumor has it they’re ( compassionate ) && ( unstable ). [ margot robbie ; female ; she/her ]

i’m super up for plotting on either harley or diana & i’m gonna include some quick bullets about harley here  & make another one for diana in a bit ( feeling quite a bit lazy atm ). as for me, i’m a teacher so i’m around on discord during the day, but i can’t get on tumblr till i’m home ( school blocked tumblr rip ), but i can’t wait to get things going with all of you!

When Harley was about six, her father was put in jail for being a con artist. He had somehow charmed a woman into giving him millions of dollars for an imaginary business venture. Before that, he had charmed women into giving him smaller amounts, but when he decided to up the stakes, he was caught when the woman figured it out. Harley essentially believed that he had abandoned his family, which is why she wanted to become a psychiatrist in the first place. She wanted to figure out why he’d ruined what had once been a happy, loving family.

Harley’s mother Sharon was forced to get a job after her husband was put in jail. She was able to support her family, though it ended up taking away from the quality time she spent with them. She also divorced him about a year into his long stint. Harley still loves her mother and admires what she did, but she can’t help but to feel like there was something her mother could have done to save their family a long time ago.

Barry, Harley’s brother, turned out to be a lot like their father. Except without his charm and intelligence. Barry’s lazy and resorts to petty theft on the rare occasion. He still lives with their mother who takes care of him and his two children, Jenny and Nicky. Harley sends them money on occasion, and used to visit them even after she took up a life of crime. However, she hasn’t seen them in a while in some twisted show of love. She wants them to remember who she was, rather than who she’s become.

Though many people might think Harley slept her way through her degrees, it’s not exactly true. Though she did sleep with one professor, it was mainly because she just thought he was interesting, and she really wanted to be able to intern with him. It wasn’t long after that she met her college boyfriend and ended the affair with that professor. She later found out that the professor wrote a paper on villain psychology and featured her in it. She couldn’t deny that she was both flattered and enraged. Harley paid him a not-so-pleasant visit soon after.

Harley’s main pleasure in life used to be the few moments of ‘affection’ she was shown by the Joker. Even though she was regularly injured (both physically and mentally) at his hands, every so often she would see the way he looked at her, or he told her she did good. Maybe even a small touch. Those moments used to make all of the abuse worth it. But she can’t claim that anymore. She’s working on her independence from him, though she still finds herself going back sometimes. She wants to find herself, who Harley is, without him around dragging her down which is one of the reasons she snuck to this earth.

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                                you’re ripped at every edge                                             but you’re a

                         M A S T E R P I E C E

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A Harley Quinn Aesthetic

What's black and white and red all over?          A penguin in a blender?          An oreo cake with strawberries?          A newspaper! No, it’s me. 

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   the danger is

                    I`M    D A N G E R O U S

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Panic! At The Disco, “Let’s Kill Tonight”

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mess with her she’ll                                              F U C K   Y O U    U P

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Regrets | Self-Para

“Do you ever regret what you’ve done?”

The blonde sat straight up in the hard, metal chair, but her attention was not focused on the overweight psychiatrist with an air of arrogance who sat in front of her. Instead, her head was tilted towards the camera in the top corner of the room, giving whoever was watching behind the lens a wide smile. Her hair hung lank around her shoulders, dirty and greasy from the lack of hospitable accommodations around the asylum. Her skin had been bleached white long ago, but looked almost yellow under the fluorescent lights. But even that coupled with the screwy cheshire cat smile paled in comparison to the cunning look in her eyes. Most people just saw a pretty girl who’d been screwed up by a madman, but a select few could see that Harley was so much more than that.

"Do you ever regret what you’ve done?” he asked again when she failed to give a response. Annoyance laced his tone now as though it were her fault. Like she really wanted to be there across from a man who reminded her of a walrus. There were tons of things she’d rather be doing at that moment ranging from playtime with her man to getting her eyes gouged out with rusty spoons. Anything that didn’t involve sitting there talking about her feelings. Not that she actually divulged anything worthwhile. But normally she was much more chatty than this, talking about anything under the sun like jokes she’d heard in grade school but couldn’t actually remember the punchline to and how she was really looking forward to a nice, hot shower when she got out of there. Harley turned her grin towards the man, feeling a sense of accomplishment when she saw him flinch a small bit. Nevertheless, her grin faded into a more discerning face, the one she’d used on her patients once upon a time.

“Do you think I regret what I’ve done?” Harley retorted, turning the question back on the man. He sputtered for a moment, but couldn’t come up with a decent response so she continued on another train of thought. “Why was six afraid of seven?” she asked, leaning forward as though everything depended on his answer.

He gave her a condescending look before answering confidently, “Because seven eight nine. I think everyone’s heard that one bef-.”

“WRONG!” she yelled, her voice full of glee. “It’s because seven is a well-known six offender.” At his dubious glance, she explained it. “Six offender. Get it? Like sex offender.”

"Very funny.” But his voice betrayed his true feelings. Harley was almost offended by his lack of laughs; surely Mr. J woulda laughed at that one. She’d have to remember to tell him that in a couple hours when they broke out again. He’d definitely get a kick out of it.

The man asked another question, but her mind focused on the escape plan again. All she had to do was be patient. Question after question, and the only responses he could get from her now was a grunt of agreement occasionally though she still had no idea what he was going on about.

“I don’t regret it, ya know,” she interrupted, glancing back up at him. “But you’re really gonna regret not laughin’ at my joke soon.” A loud bang could be heard in the distance as alarms began blaring through the asylum. Harley didn’t say anything then, settling instead for the earlier disconcerting grin as she waited. Laughter could be heard in the hallway outside getting closer to their location. Five, four, three, two, one… The door slammed open and a figure that had inspired terror in many filled the doorway. “Told ya,” she added towards the clearly frightened man before his throat was slit. She grinned even though she’d been close enough to receive a spray of blood from the now deceased doctor. “Hiya, Puddin’. Miss me?”

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After all this time–all these years–you and I have history. I know what you think of me.             You think I’m just a doll. A doll that’s pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like.                       You’re wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time.                                             I am dangerous.                                                     And I will show you just how dark I can be.

[singinginmyhead]

“So what if I’m crazy, the best people are”

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Good Girl Going Bad | Self-Para

As she smoothed blonde hair back into the professional looking bun, Harleen Quinzel was once again struck by how much appearances can be deceiving. She considered herself a prime example of this. The outside world saw her as an attractive blonde with a professional demeanor and a dedication to her work as an intern that few could match. They saw an intelligent woman who had a desire to understand even the most psychotic of minds. They couldn’t know she was one of them.

The similarities had become apparent to Harleen the first time she met with a convicted felon. She had noticed that some of the things that crossed her mind were present in the patients at Arkham. The things she wanted to do weren’t normal. She had always known that. It had been so simple to repress them though. To focus the violent tendencies into her studies and now into the patients she was allowed to see. It was through that she had discovered her destiny. It was silly to believe in things like that, she knew, but Harleen couldn’t help but to think all of this had happened so she could accomplish one task that would make everything perfect.

The mirror reflected what everyone else saw. Except for her eyes. Her eyes showed a lurking madness that would be ignored by most. But he had seen it the first time she had met with him. She had known this man would change her life the first time she had read his files. Their first meeting had not been how she had imagined it. Dr. Quinzel had spent most of the hour feeling as if she were the patient being scrutinized. To her surprise, she had found herself scared under his burning gaze. Somehow, he had known just how to get under her skin and to pull out all the desires she had worked so hard to hide. And Harleen had enjoyed every moment of it.

It had taken her a long time to realize how dependent she had become on these sessions. Her colleagues had criticized her interest in the ‘John Doe.’ They said he could manipulate even the strongest of minds and her bubbly persona had them convinced she would be one of his easiest targets. That wasn’t how their relationship worked though. If a relationship was what one could call it. She knew how much she needed him now, and he needed her. Especially if he wanted to get out of Arkham. Her love for him would be proven through his escape. And then they could truly be together. Just like a fairy tale, but with more gore and less perfection.

Harleen gave herself a confident smile. She knew exactly what she had to do to make everything work out in her favor. It wasn’t as if failure were an option here. It never was to her. Her heels clacked noisily as she strode through the asylum towards her redemption. Her whispered words carried through the halls seeming to entire the inmates to be more rowdy than usual. It was not only a promise to him, but to herself of ever better things to come. “I’m coming, Mr. J.”

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My love for my Joker was stronger than their madhouse walls.

Harleen Quinzel