⡊ *harley quinn, here!

“Take a breath,” Natasha lightly put an arm around the woman, ready to catch her if she fell but also ready to back off if it was too much. The pet name she spoke reminded her of some files she read about criminals in Gotham. “No one is putting you in a cage, Harley,” she added when she put the name to the face. She could tell the blonde was clearly right, this wasn’t her night, but she didn’t want to let her wander around potentially hurting others. “My name is Natasha, and I won’t take you anywhere you don’t want to go. But I’m not leaving you alone right now either. What about me, would you talk to me?”

the blonde looked up at the woman when she spoke her name, allowing her figure to limply lean into the other as hooded eyes gazed down at the asphalt street. she had nothing to say, tongue wedged between her teeth as her jaw tightened and loosened, her pulse beginning to slow down. “alright,” harley breathed, nodding her head before she re-gifted eye-contact back to the redhead. “natasha? i ain’t ever heard of a natasha ‘round gotham before...but it’s. look, i dunno why i got all upset, they just said somethin’ that irked me. i know he was awful to me, mah puddin’ an’ all but- i can’t help but still love ‘em, y’know?” 

Gamora had heard a voiced that sounded familiar to her, It was better to be with others in situations like this than alone. She quickly made her way towards the noises taking down another creature that was headed in the same direction as her. She moved slowly out of the forests to greet a very enraged Harley” Harley its Me Green Lady member?” She held her hands up to show how that she wasn’t trying to be a threat. “I heard you’re voice and thought you could used some help, we should move in case others also heard you killing that thing” 

harley, heavily under the influence of deranged encouragement, couldn’t hear the other through the voices drumming in her ears. “stay back, alien,” she hissed, spitting the term like it was a slur, eyes glowing with malice. “i don’t no help from NOBODY, i ain’t trustin’ my life in no ones hands but my own.” she gripped harder on her bat, holding it over her shoulder in preparation to swing if need be. “i don’t care if anybody knows- i got buckets-full of blood on my name, whatsa few more?” 

harley let out another grunt as she swung the back harshly over her head down onto the already smashed skull of the lizard creature that had startled her. she was sweating; blonde pigtails messy and damp, loose strands clinging to her face. panting, her insanity drove her to continue cracking her bat down...until there was a rustling in the bushes. snapping her head up, the blonde lifted her bat threateningly, stepping back and glancing around. “who’s there?” she called out, her usually high and chirpy voice stained with blood lust, heart pumping blood so fast it was rushing in her ears. “i ain’t afraid to do to ya what i did to this freakazoid.”

batsy batsy batsy ft. harley quinn &. bruce wayne 

Harley was…bareley making any sense to him, her motives completely obscure. Bruce rolls along with it anyways. “Maybe, but I still don’t have any information for you if that’s what you want, though you’re more than welcome to try dig through our basement.” He feigns a look of alarm and throw his hands up in surrender as he’s suddenly whirled around to find the gun pointed between his brows. Honestly though, this just made deflecting her easier, if he decides to move. But he’s not done talking yet. “Not really, no,” he returns to that last comment. “And what funny thing exactly? Why do you bother showing up to my house to point a gun at my head if you could’ve just called someone else to do it?”

harley was growing more and more frustrated, feeling her face beating a dark and darker shade of red as steam practically poured out of her ears. her pupils shrunk to the size of pin points, a growl like sound emitting in the back of her throat as she raises a hand and drives a hard SLAP across his face. “shut up!” she shrieked, seething with anger. “shut up-golly, bats you just need ta just nod yer head and say “okie dokie, missus quinzel, sounds hunky dorey to me! and then we coulda been done!” harley didn’t know what she was saying at this point, she just needed him to say he’d help her find him and that was all. the man was twisting her brain up.  “whatta you mean “not really, no”?  whatta YOU outta yer mind? he’s been yer enemy since foreva and now i’m insisting we work together to end him and yer sayin’ no?”

the blonde sighed and lowered the gun, tucking it back into it’s holster as she stepped away from him. pressing her palms against her face, the clown turned away from him so she could collect herself. “forget it,” she said finally, “-forget i said anythin’. you ain’t gonna help me? fine. i’ll do it myself.” 

Oswald smiled watching the pure happiness and enjoyment that spread over Harley’s features. She was one of his closes friends out there, in truth there wasn’t a thing he would deny her if she asked for it.” Like I’d forget your cage, you’ve had such wonderful time dancing in it before” He laughed softly” Only the best for my favorite old friend, I’m so glad you approve of my spoiling you, What would you like to do first my dear? It is your party after all”

the small blonde threw her arms around one of the bars of her cage, pressing her cheek to it as she beamed brightly, eyes fluttering cold as the cool metal caused goosebumps to surface on her pale skin. “i thought i’d lost it for good,” she sighed before glancing up at him once more. harley couldn’t even answer him, still gaping around in awe with teary eyes. he had really outdone himself...but when hasn’t he? then, she looked back over at him before peering down at her attire, “well, i ain’t hardly dressed for a party!” she then moved over towards him and smiled; “i don’t even know how to thank ya, i ain’t been nothin’ but a pain in the ass the past couple years.” harley then looked back at the club and beamed; “i think we oughta get some more folks in here, don’tchu agree, pengy?”

☆ | Jason immediately cuts her off, ❝ i know what happened to me. ❞ his death is that one subject that he thinks only he is allowed to bring up, and he does, admittedly, get a tad angry at harley more than anyone else because, well, she didn’t do anything while he was dying. but then jason points out, ❝ harley, i’ve been around for a couple years now. ❞ he crosses his arms. ❝ i didn’t crawl out of my coffin two seconds ago. ❞   

at his interruption, harley’s mouth snapped shut, a hot blush immediately dancing over the apples of her pale cheeks. her eyes blur and she looks away, avoiding his gaze. lowering her hands so they could wind in front of her, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth and gnawed on it anxiously- only lifting her eyes when he had seemed to draw back from his defensive motive. “i’ve been...occupied, haven’t noticed,” harley said, more insensitively then intended. “i mean- ‘s been crazy. i...i ain’t involved with HIM no more. i try not to think about nothin’ involvin’ ‘em but...then you started talkin’ to me an-” she took a deep breath and shook her head. she dropped her arms at her sides and looked back at him. “i know it prolly means nothin’ now...but i’m sorry. i can’t think of nothin’ else to say but i’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, sorry, but I don’t,” Bruce intones, shrugging through his voice. Harley didn’t know, which meant he couldn’t move. If he did, he’d be giving himself away and that can only come back to haunt him. Time to stall for a solution. “I mean, I’d love to have a communicator to the flighty bastard, but you know how he is with his privacy. Try that sneaky reporter maybe? Park Trent was it? Or Lark Dent?”

“i don’t believe ya,” she spit back almost immediately, involuntarily pressing the nose of the gun harder against his temple. “-oh i know, and he ain’t private- he’s sneaky. if he didn’t want anyone knowin’, he wouldn’t have made anythin’ he did so public. he’s prolly right under your nose.” the blonde then used her hand to spin his chair around so she could plant the gun right between his eyebrows, making sure she could stare into his eyes. “you know i ain’t gonna pull this trigger, bats...but i won’t think twice about findin’ someone else to do it if you try anythin’ funny,” harley threatened as she narrowed her eyes. for someone still emotionally hung up on the joker, this was brave of harley. the clown came here, to batman, knowing well that if she went after the joker alone... she’d fall through with her plan and be sucked back into his abusive game.

“-this ain’t time for games. i wanna end it, b-man, and i know you do too.” 

Gamora shook her head” I mean i hardly mind the kaboom just not in my apartment please” She watched the other “ Well you could always call me green lady but what if you mean someone else the color green? Yes it is alien as I’m not from around here,”

harley smiled, clasping her hands together in front of her. “okie dokie, but no promises,” the blonde taunted, sticking out her tongue as blue eyes glimmered. “well, they’ll be green...somethin’ else! certainly not green lady, since dats you.” 

          ❝ devil’s not that scary, luv. but that’s maybe because i’ve seen him too many times to be afraid of him. ❞ he shrugs, looking around with his hand absently going along the dark brick walls of gotham. ❝ this place could give him a run for his money. ❞   

“you’ve seen ‘em- but i’ve dated ‘em. you don’t wanna know what i got planned if i eva see his rotten face again,” harley said with false confidence, the thought of seeing the joker enough to make a chill climb up her spine. she then followed his eyes with her own, snapping her gum again as she pondered; “gotham ain’t too bad, though, maybe he’d stay for a day or two and then get homesick.”

watching harley’s enjoyment grow with each moment, ivy’s own excitement rose. her wiggling under her brought a giggle from herself, as well, grinning down at the blonde. once it hit her what she was going to do, her hands only moved closer to her sides. “ doing none of what ? ” ivy asked as innocently as she could. “ i really don’t know you mean. ” her fingertips finally brushed against her. there was no going back now, and she began tickling at her sides, ready to get harley to give up that blanket. 

the blonde bombshell bit on her lower lip, shaking her head in protest as ivy continued her act, already feeling giggles as they tickled the back of her throat and tinted her cheeks a warm shade of pink. “r-red,” she warned, trying to scoot away but it was too late. harley let out a shriek of laughter and started to try and push her hands away as tinted fingertips began digging into her sides. harley’s head was tilted back as her bare feet kicked against the sheets- fingers still clutching the blanket as if her light depended on it. “s-stop! red! i- HAHA- i ain’t- i ain’t givin’ up...”

☆ | Jason remains quiet as she speaks, and perhaps for a few seconds after so; he’s trying to read her. he crosses his arms, tongue in cheek, leaning a bit to the right. ❝ some people tend to think so. ❞ he replies. and his tone is nothing but flat, green eyes seeming to evaluate the woman in front of him like she’s a murder suspect, and he’s the cop. but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. ❝ what’s into you ?? ❞  

the blonde’s laughter quickly died, as jason didn’t seem to be lighting up on her at all. harley was surprised he was even making an attempt to communicate with her. scrunching her nose at the idea of it, harley awkwardly twirled her fingers together, trying to think of a reasonable way to answer him as she cleared her throat. then, at his question, she quickly glanced up and widened her eyes; “my puddi- i mean...the jokah tried ta murder you! i didn’t stop ‘em! if anythin’, i helped! and- and you’re jus’...you’re jus’ here and standin’ and talking to me- ” harley gasped for breath, pressing the heel of her hand to her temple as her head began to ache. 

          ‘ no im not uncle sam. ‘ steve said with a slight chuckle. ‘ and no im not immortal because of the super solider serum i age more slowly. also didnt help i was frozen for seventy years. ‘ 

harley, completely flabbergasted, open gasped and hit the top of her bat on the ground as she leaned forward onto the weapon. “wowza, werent’cha cold?” harley inquired with large eyes, entirely fascinated by the man in front of her. “...what is supah soldja serum? like, some kinda supah steroid?”