— 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉!

[scaredofheart]

a closed starter for @dcrkncght from here, re: “if you don’t want to talk about it then say so. don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.” 

     harley didn’t do well with confrontation, her immediate response urging her to turn the conversation on it’s head. “woah, bats, if i didn’t know any better i’d think you had a crush on gotham’s clown prince, or somethin’.” her signature cheek splitting smile forms to her features, head cocked to one side as she sizes him up - probably not her brightest idea considering he easily towered over her. “i just -” a dramatic shrug rattles her frame. “i don’t wanna talk about HIM. he’s old news. can we just -...” she lifts to tug at the choker situated around her neck. “can we talk about somethin’ else?” 

[scaredofheart]

a closed starter for @triggershappy​ from here, re: “i immediately regret this decision.”

    “too late, dickpool, you’re an accomplice now!” it’s shouted backward toward the male as harley holds a lighter to the fuse of the bundle of fireworks she scored on a trip into the city. once sparks begin to fly, harley’s running back to her partner in crime, hiding behind his frame as she peers just over his shoulder. a few silent beats pass, confusion and upset quickly forming to her features as she abandons her hiding spot behind wade. “i think it’s a dud.” the harlequin concludes, a few steps bringing her a bit closer to the pile of fireworks. though when they start to go off, she’s running for the hills - which means she’s using wade as a human shield - eyes bright with wonder as all the different colors shoot off into the sky. “holy COW, that was sick! again, again!” 

[scaredofheart]

a closed starter for @notevenafacecard​ from here. RE: “ you ruined everything.”

During her time in Westchester, Harley had exuded amazing self restraint when it came to seeing the Joker. Up until now. He should know better than anyone that it doesn’t take much to push someone over the edge. In their case, however, he mostly dangled her over the edge, keeping her tethered to him and his toxic ways no matter how hard she tried to block him out, tried to scrub him from her skin. He was always there, and at this point she was beginning to fear that she’d never be able to get rid of him. His words have her anger explosive, the sight of him barely registering as all Harley saw was red. “I ruined everything??!” she questions, attempting to close the gap between their frames long enough to grab a fistful of the shirt he donned. “I didn’t ruin shit, you sad excuse for a human being.” It felt wrong, describing him as a human. Not even the scum of the scum went as low as he did. “You ruined everything! You ruined me! And you don’t give a fuck, do you? You took away my future, my livelihood. I’ll never be normal, and it’s all your fault.” As angry as she was, Harley learned the hard way that speaking to the Joker was like talking to a wall. There are a few tiny jabs against the surface of his chest as her anger bubbles beneath her flesh, as if she’s going to beat the sense into him. 

[scaredofheart]

theflowersvoice:

There’s a silence that fills the air, with Ivy feeling uncertain as to how she was supposed to answer that. It wasn’t the reply she wanted nor expected. Under normal circumstances, perhaps she’d have been proud of Harley for defending her point, but right now… The fact that Harley seems so determined to get the affections of the heroes only has Ivy’s skin crawling. “So… What, you’re one of them now?” A joyless laugh escapes her as she takes a couple steps back, needing to keep distance between them. “You’ve seen the light, huh - suddenly have faith in humanity again, that love and kindness is going to save the day.” The words are hissed out, the anger that she’d been trying to suppress surging quickly.

Her hands curl into fists at her sides - her toxins can’t hurt Harley, but the instinctive urge to protect herself comes out. The isolation that had been weighing on her only grows stronger with Harley’s words, not sure where to turn, how to react. But ti doesn’t matter - Ivy has always worked alone, she’s better off alone. “… Whatever.” The word is said quietly, her hands slowly relaxing as she allows her composure to be retained, an expression of calm falling over her features. “Stay here. See how they can help you.”

Harley can’t help but pull away slightly as she notices the anger infect the other, watching as each word brings her closer and closer to her breaking point. In all of this, Harley’s mission wasn’t to help the cause in ‘73. It was to find herself after ages of belonging to someone else. She didn’t want to have to choose between this and Pam, but it was beginning to look like that was a choice she was going to have to make. “I’m no Wonder Bread,” she says, referencing the Justice League hero that Ivy had previously described. Harley was in no way putting her faith in humanity, under the impression that love could save the world. Because she loved. She loved so much -- some would say too much -- and look at how that worked out for her. A bloodied lip here, stitches and bruises there. She’s aware that reality wasn’t what changed. It was her. And she liked it. 

When Pamela is calming herself down, Harley does the same, no longer urging away from the redhead. The Harlequin stands, though, taking a step or two to lessen the proximity between them. “So that’s it?” She says finally, her voice weakened. “That’s it, Pam? You’re gonna leave me here?” Harley knows that Pam doesn’t want to be here. She knows this, and she lived comfortably in her ignorance as the possibility - no, the inevitability - of them having this conversation bubbled wildly beneath them. She wants to say something about how her leaving would only solidify everything the Joker has ever said about her - that she was unloveable, that she wasn’t worthy of anything concrete, or stable. That she was something you got involved with for a good time, not a long time. But she knew it would push Pam’s buttons to a new extreme. If this was going to be the last time they saw each other, the last thing Harley would want is for them to end on such a note. “Daffodoll...” 

[scaredofheart]

💬 you’ll never get over the clown

RUMOR HAS IT ♠️ not accepting

“not true. i’ll get there.” 

[scaredofheart]

💬 + the only dick you want is the grayson kind

RUMOR HAS IT ♠️ not accepting

“is it a rumor if it’s true?” 

[impowderblue]

We’re bad guys. It’s what we do.

[scaredofheart]

a closed starter for @fkabatgirl. 

there was a voice in the back of harley’s mind - much like the voice of the joker that used to have a hold on her, but this one was a lot kinder - that made harley want to do the right thing. sure, she wasn’t going to change over night. there was still nothing that could compare to the thrill of breaking through glass doors with something shiny in tow and security alarms echoing through city streets. she was still the infamous harley quinn, after all. but that doesn’t mean she can’t help out where help is needed. and if it meant that she’d have to stay behind in ‘73 a little longer, sacrifice a little time, then it’s what she was going to do. harley had spent so much time trying to find who she really was. for years she was some kind of pawn in the joker’s reign of terror on gotham and it took her a long time to realize that she was so much more than that. spotting the familiar head of flaming red locks, harley’s making her way toward the other, a sugary cupcake placed on a plate in one hand. “hiya, babs!” she chirps, joining the other on the other end of the couch. she knew the bats hadn’t exactly trusted her - and with good reason - so she thought it would be smart to keep her distance. “i got a favor to ask of ya’, and i come bearin’ a gift.” she places the confectionary treat down on the table beside them, her gaze then falling onto the other. “i hope i’m not interruptin’ anything. i was just hopin’ you could help me out with somethin’. it’d mean a ton t’me.” 

[leia-organa]

Bang.

[scaredofheart]

meddlingloki:

“tell me about her?” he looked at her, genuinely interested, at least one of them has to have a decent ending, right? “why do i have to be punished just because he was an arsehole? no sex for a month is shockingly unfair. it’s already been five.”

a warm smile curls to her lips when he asks her to tell him about ivy. what they were was up in the air for the most part, the harlequin mostly not wanting to push her luck and ask too much of the other woman. they were happy - and that was all that mattered to her. “she’s real great. t’me, i guess. she ain’t a real fan of bein’ here all that much. but she’s got a real good heart. i know she does.” there’s a shrug. “she can also kill someone by kissin’ them and i mean if that’s not hot...” harley pauses, grin growing at a rapid rate as she lifts a hand to wave through the air. “anyways, back t’you and the speedster. i was gonna say you can always make him watch, but that’s still torture. looks like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, if y’know what i’m sayin’.” she winks at her friend, a playful nudge to follow. “i jus’ want ya’ to be happy, doll. if anyone in this shit hole deserves it, it’s totally you.” 

[scaredofheart]

theflowersvoice:

Now that they’re here, she doesn’t even know where to begin. Her peanut has always had a bigger heart than her, it can’t be helped. But… She also can’t keep listening to the whispers and the doubts and the fears, knowing fully well that the moment this is all over, they’d be ready and waiting for the right moment to strike them both down. Her conversation with Dick before the mission only reinforced that point in her mind. She’s not asking too much, it’s a reasonable request. 

“We’ve been here for months,” Ivy starts, arms crossing over her chest, watching Harley with a steady gaze. “I understood in the beginning that this was going to take some time, but… Harley, what is the point in us being here. They - they don’t want us here.” Maybe it’s Ivy’s twisted visions of the world fueling her words, but she feels that she’s making a valid point. “Why don’t we just leave - Harley, when are we going to leave? And no more soons, no more after this next mission - I want an actual timeframe.” 

When Ivy’s arms lift to cross over her chest, Harley’s subconsciously do the same. As soon as the redheads speaks, Harley is fully aware of what this conversation is going to be about. It isn’t something she’s forgotten, though perhaps living in her own ignorant bliss for just a while longer was a bit selfish of her, as any softness that Pam usually had around her was long gone in this moment. Harley understood that no matter how close the two got, no matter how much they drowned out the rest of the world in each other’s company, Ivy didn’t want to be here. She didn’t share Harley’s need to do right by the mutant’s and those they worked alongside. The blonde understood that, but still she did whatever she could to elongate their time together, knowing that it was most likely eating away at the other. 

At Pam’s questions, Harley is speechless. She doesn’t know when they could head back home but she knew it wasn’t now. Sure, they were in the good graces of the citizens but they were just toeing the line of any kind of reconciliation. Her gaze drops to her lap, watching the way her hands laced together. “Pam, I—” Harley Quinn, the resident clown princess of Gotham City... speechless? It’s an unfamiliar feeling though she does make an attempt to find the right words. She wants to say whatever will make Pam stop looking at her like she is, though the blonde knows that wouldn’t be the truth. She’s not reverting back to her old ways of bending and  breaking herself in order to fill the wants and needs of others. She loves Pamela, but she also loves what she’s doing here. She feels productive, and like she is finally a part of something. “Pammy, I just - I dunno.” It’s delivered weakly as she keeps her gaze on the ground. “I’m sorry.” 

[marvel-slash-geek]

[scaredofheart]

theflowersvoice:

@scaredofheart

Ivy had been putting off this conversation for as long as she could. She’d told herself she was strong enough to dismiss the petty whims of the humans all around her, to not feel the venom practically bubbling underneath her blood, the desire to wipe out the residents of the school with a mist, unnoticeable until they’d find themselves grasping at their throats, gasping for air, until no one was left but her… And one other. 

She’d been doing okay, until now - had managed to repress her hatred, even found herself mildly amused at some of their stupid antics, perhaps felt some fondness upon seeing familiar faces. But lately, as evidenced by the intensity of her thoughts, she found herself drawing further and further into herself, desperate to find space where people weren’t talking or laughing or just being human. Pausing just outside the door to their bedroom, she took a deep breath, reminding herself that there was one thing she had to stick by: stay calm. Pushing the door open, she closed it gently behind her, gaze lingering momentarily on Harley before saying: “… We need to talk.”

Harley is well aware that of all people, she’d be everyone’s last guess to have joined the fight in ‘73. Okay, maybe not their last, but surely far from their first. She’d never seen herself in the same light as the heroes that also occupied the mansion but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to do better. To be better. It’s as left field as it sounds, the clown usually taking pride in the way she turned Gotham City on it’s ass. And don’t get her wrong, raising a little Hell is always something she did better than anyone. But she knows what it’s like to not feel wanted, to feel ashamed and unwelcome. She was in a relationship that had her sipping a cocktail of all three of these emotions, and perhaps she’s going soft but the cause really hit close to home. 

When the door to their room is opening, Harley’s gaze is immediately lifting from the colorful fashion magazine that had settled in her lap. She’s quick to discard it aside though, frame readjusting to toss her legs over the side of the bed. A grin stretches from ear to ear, though it’s soon fading when she notices the other’s tone. Silence settles between the two as Harley is momentarily rendered speechless. “Alright,” the blonde is absentmindedly gripping at the sheets beneath her, prepping herself for whatever it is that was on Ivy’s mind. “Shoot.”  

[scaredofheart]

pquil:

AFTER THEY EXCHANGE a quick handshake, Peter puts his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t think there would be one, but hey. What exactly do these sentinels look like?” He doesn’t spend nearly enough time on Terra to know this, so he feels like he was at a disadvantage. He had his gear at least so he can help fight at least. “It’s nice to meet you, Harley. I will admit you’re giving me the best introduction I’ve ever got. I should clap – hold on.” He says as he starts to do so.

“Well, they’re uh - big, kinda purple. Spooky lookin’. You’ll know ‘em when you see ‘em, I promise ya’  that.” The blonde bends over in a half-assed curtsy when he’s clapping for her. “Aw, y’don’t have ta’ do that. I’m always happy t’help.” A shrug rolls off of her shoulders. “So, where in the world are you from, Peter?” 

[scaredofheart]

meddlingloki:

“your gal pal?” he cocked a brow and shook his head, sitting back a little. “never met her, but i’ll keep my eye out for you.” loki shrugged before smiling softly but making a point to roll his eyes. “does it even matter if he said sorry? if your gal pal up and left for months for no reason and then came back as if nothing was wrong, would you be okay?”

“Yeah, we’re like - a thing.” She offers a shrug, not wanting make the conversation about her since Loki was clearly going through something and was in need of a friend. “Well, it’s a start, ain’t it? Means he knows he messed up an’ he’s gonna try an’ redeem himself.” Her hand rubs gently against his back for a moment. “Look, I’m team Loki all the way, but I think ya’ should hear the guy out. Or at least, make him pay for the time he spent away. Like no Loki lovin’ for a month, at least. Make him prove that he’s real sorry.” 

[scaredofheart]

pquil:

PETER PULLS HIMSELF TOGETHER and looks at the woman with a grin. “Hey there, sweetheart. I don’t know yet, but apparently I’m supposed to be here for a reason, right?” He chuckles as he pulls a hand outward. “I’m Peter. What can I call you? You certainly don’t seem like you deserve to be called an asshole.”

Harley’s lips lift to match his grin as she watches him extend a hand. She gives it a firm shake before flicking a blonde ponytail over her shoulder. “Oh, right, I guess I’m meant ta’ be the welcome wagon now. Welcome, Peter, to 1973, where heroes and some select dirtbags were sent back in time t’help Daddy X and his band of misfit mutants against these super scary robot things called the sentinels. Though, that’s just the Cliffsnotes.” A shrug is rolling off of her shoulders as she cocks her head to one side. “An’ you can call me Harley. Harley Quinn.” 

[scaredofheart]

meddlingloki:

“Wait, who is Pam?” He looked up with a confused expression, sitting up properly and nodding towards Harley so she would sit with him. “He disappeared for like…5 months and then just turned up as if he hadn’t and I’m mad at him.”

Harley adjusts her position when he does, legs are tucked beneath her frame. “Pam, she’s my gal pal. Uhhh, Poison Ivy? Ring any bells, babe?” She loops an arm around his shoulders, pulling him against her in a reassuring squeeze. “To hell with him then. Well, not really. Did he even apologize for goin’ ghost on ya’?”