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ghostfacesvalentine · 7 months

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HALLOWEEN DAY 10: Trick or Treat - Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Type: One Shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 838

Prompt: Harley and the reader give out candy on the day of Halloween

Notes: This one was kind of short, my bad, but honestly very wholesome

Halloween had to be both you and Harleys favorite holiday. This and Christmas was a time that Harley took seriously.

The decorations in your flat were outstanding, orange lights glowing all over the place, all kinds of pumpkins and bat cut outs hanging everywhere. Not to mention, Harley took the liberty to get pumpkin flavored everything to stock up on.

Tonight was the big night. Harley had worked so hard on her princess costume, making it from scratch. You decided you’d be a fairy, to which she obliged, getting to work on your dress as well. To say you were fortunate to have Harley as a girlfriend was an understatement.

Sometimes the kids that lived in the same building would stop by to trick or treat, maybe there wasn’t as many visitors as you’d have if you lived in your own house, but either way it was fun.

Harley loved to give out candy with you and eat some of it, though she always tells you it wasn’t her, even with chocolate stains on the corners of her mouth. It was kind of cute. “Why do your lips taste like starbursts then?” You’d tease her, raising an eyebrow as you looked for her response. She’d only shrug, making an “I don’t know” expression.

There was glitter everywhere, pink glitter coming from Harley’s train dress, sparkling all across the kitchen and dining area. You were nothing short of your own mess, before you could tease her about it, there was lilac glitter mixed into it as well.

The dresses were surely beautifully handmade by your beloved, but there was no way out of the mess. Harley jumped around when she heard the first knock at the door. “Treaters!” She squealed out as she ran towards the entrance. Yanking the candy bowl off the table next to the door, dropping a few candies in the process. Jerking the door open, she greeted the strangers before her, eagerly wanting to address each one.

You placed the pan of Halloween cookies on the kitchen counter, looking back to Harley as she passed out the candy, taking her time to compliment each kid and even hold a tiny conversation with them. All of which made you smile.

Even after all she’s been through, Harley still found the way to stay positive and spread kindness to those who seemed defenseless. She still had the more wholesome moments you were able to see, such as these.

Waving to each visitor goodbye, she closed the door shut, setting the bowl aside and looked for you. As you stood next to the kitchen island, head sideways as you admired your beloved. Harley galloped to you with her ear to ear grin, her arms latched onto you as she squealed in excitement. “Did ya see Maleficent!?” She looked to you with her wide full-of-love eyes.

You looked to her in awe of her overwhelming joy, nodding up and down as a laugh descended from your lips. It was then that there was a knock on the door again. “Come on!” Harley exclaimed as she tugged your arm to come with her. “Harley! The pizza’s still in the oven darling!”

Shuddering as you remembered the last time you two tried to cook the Italian delight, there were sprinklers going off in the building and in the end, you both had to order take out.

Harley swung open the door, looking around eagerly to the new set of trick or treaters. “Boba Fett, Sleeping beauty, a vampire countess, a pirate and a wolf!” She shifted her gaze to each one, her smile seemed to increase as she guessed each one. You surrendered the candy into each open bag, giving the treaters a wink as Harley complimented their costumes.

“Okay Harley come on, they’ve got to get to the next door.” You pulled her by her arm as you both dismissed the smiling faces. Both looking to each other with brimming faces. “You know Ms. Quinn, you happen to be the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.” Harley smiled wide as she heard your compliment “And you Ms. Quinn are the prettiest fairy I’ve ever known to exist!” Harley pressed her lips against your cheek, over and over until you were covered in pecks.

You were in awe of her use of her last name of you, your cheeks pestered themselves in pink as she kissed you repeatedly. “Well then I guess we just kinda go together don’t you think?” You winked to the pink dressed princess. “I never second guessed it” Harley pulled you into a kiss, pouring all her admiration of you into your lips. It was nothing less of how she usually initiated kisses, but nevertheless, it was always something you yearned for.

It didn’t take long for the beeping to alert you of the readiness of your dinner. Your eyes fluttered open, looking to Harley with big eyes. “Pizza” You murmured as you leaped over the side of the coffee table and made your way into the kitchen.

#harley quinn x reader #harley quinn one shot #harley quinn imagine #dc comics #dc imagine #dc oneshot

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Scrunchie- Harley Quinn

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader

Characters: Harley Quinn

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 429

Author: Aaron

The scattering of terrified footsteps sprinting in the opposite direction echoed throughout the forest as Harley launched a volley of grenades into the American speaking trees, you saw her moonlit silhouette fall to the floor in a slump as you jogged towards her to celebrate. Your good mooded victory trot quickly turned into a sprint as her groans of pain slipped from between her lips.

“Harley?” You fell to Harley’s side and lifted the bottom of her t-shirt to reveal a large bullet hole with thick blood oozing onto the dirt floor. “Don’t you worry, we’re going to get you out of here, alright?” Slowly she opened her eyes and lay with shallow breaths as you put as much of your body weight as you could over the wound

“Is it bad?” She asked faintly.

“It could be worse I guess, you’re still all in one piece, right?” She smiled softly and placed her hand lightly on top of yours. “You’ve come out of way worse than this Harley, just stick with me here. We have help on the way, first aid certified and everything. It’s no brain surgeon but it’s better than nothing I guess.” The blood began seeping from in between your fingers and Harley grew paler and paler, even more so than normal.

“Well shit, I don’t know about that y/n, this could be me done for. I always thought it would be something cool like fist fighting a polar bear or…” She stopped talking and took a few deep breaths as she fought to keep her eyes open.

“Harley for once can you stop talking shit and just save your breath? Do us all a favour and shut your cute mouth until we have some help here.” Harley smiled again as her neck rolled against the cold tree root it was rested upon.

“I’m sorry I don’t have some cool jewellery or some deep heartfelt momento to give you to remember me by.” She brought her blood covered hands up to her eyes. “They really did a number on me, huh?”

“I wont need anything to remember me by, alright? You’re going to be there harassing me and pissing me off just like every other day.” She reached her trembling hand to the top of her head, and with all the effort she could muster plucked one of the two scrunchies that sat on top of her head.

“You always moaned that I forgot your birthday, so take this.” She tossed the scrunchie into your lap. “And don’t say I never get you anything, alright?”

#Scrunchie #Harley Quinn #Harley Quinn Imagine #Harley Quinn One Shot #Harleen Quinzel #Harleen Quinzel Imagine #Harleen Quinzel One Shot #Birds of Prey #Birds of Prey Imagine #Birds of Prey One Shot #Suicide Squad #Suicide Squad Imagine #Suicide Squad One Shot #DC #DC Imagine #DC One Shot #Aaron

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kaleldobrev · 9 months

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KalelDobrev's Masterlist

Hey gang! I decided to make a rebloggable version of my masterlist since my masterlist isn't able to be reblogged at the moment. I hope you enjoy! ♡

Desktop Version Masterlist (Main)

Sam Winchester Masterlist

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Jack Kline Masterlist

Castiel Masterlist

Misc. Characters + Pairings

Misc. Supernatural Characters

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Harley Quinn (DC)

Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys)

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

Felix Catton (Saltburn)

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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fawn my love!! If it’s no bother, what do u think abt miguel being with a harleyquinn!fem!reader? i am dying to hear ur thots on that!b🤍🤍

it's never a bother!! i think i may love this pairing a lot!

miguel uses you really as a last resort. you're a bit unconventional, even for him.

that and you're very distracting. you're in your suit, which is very different from the other spidersuits.

yours is more of a dress and stockings. your dress is pink and purple with black stockings and beat up shoes- you can see why he'd get distracted.

"y/n" he says begrudgingly to lyla, "get y/n."

you show up through the multi-dimension traveler portal bent down fixing your stockings.

miguel lets out a harsh sigh. he can't count the number of times you've done risky stuff like this. his heart can't help but skip a beat when you look up at him and grin wide though- like your day's been made a million times better now that you've seen him.

his has been made better; not that he'd say that.

"whaddya' need miguel? do i get to use the spiderbots? do i?" you're bouncing on your toes, and miguel can tell ben is staring at you as you do.

he can also tell ben is smiling under his mask and not that ben isn't good, but miguel can't help but want to give him some obscure, arduous chore when the return to the spider society.

"yes, you can use the explosives." you're off in a flash, webbing from building to building to join the fight.

the spiderbots are thrown onto killer croc and the green goblin's board. you summersault back to miguel and point, "3, 2, 1!" you're trembling with excitement and anticipation beside him.

miguel shakes his head, he doesn't think any one person should be this excited to take down bad guys.

the spiderbots go off with a little bit of blue glitter falling out of them. "look!" you grab onto miguel's arm and shake him, pointing to the way the anomalies have been tied up by the bots.

"that's very effective." he compliments which is the highest form of praise you could receive from miguel in any setting.

"i know!" you squeal, "the glitter is biodegradable too." you skip over to ben, "ben, do you think you can carry them back? i broke a nail last time."

ben nods, hefting both the villains on his shoulders as he walks through the now open portal.

"miguel, do you need me to make more? for the other anomalies?" you ask as you walk instep beside him.

"mhm," he watches the skirt of your dress ruffle as a breeze blows and has to look up to stop his heart from racing. "maybe we can redesign a suit for you too."

you spin around, manicured nail waving at him, "we've been over this, i like the dress."

miguel nods, "but what about those skirts that are a pants in the back?" he spends the rest of the day trying to convince you- he needs a little semblance of sanity when you come on missions.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x black!reader #miguel o'hara x harley quinn!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x yn #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara one shot #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara drabble #miguel o'hara blurb #miguel o'hara fic #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

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somelonelywriter · 1 year

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Can I request a Leto!Joker where I have powers (telekinesis) and save J from someone who wants to hurt him but I over use them which causes me to pass out but he catches me in his arms and he carries me to our shared room and he starts to panic about what happened and he stays with me until I wake up (you can add the rest) (we are husband and wife) thank u :)

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Pairing: Husband!Jared!Joker x Wife!Fem!reader

(i used she/her pronouns since you said wife, but if you want me to change them tell me, also it's just a one shot I'm sorry, let me know if you wanted headcanons or something else).

Warnings: use of pet names, light swearing, fainting, mention of guns/weapons, mention of Batman, mention/description of blood, mention of death, mention being worried about someone well being (does that really need a warning(?)), Hurt/comfort, tiny bit of toxic relationship and as usual Joker is his own warning, let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Batman almost catches your husband, almost is the key word.

A/n: I'm sorry this took me so long. AHHHH im SO excited! My first request!! I'll try my best, and i hope you don't mind the fact that i made it start in the car like the scene in 'Suicide Squad', feel free to critizice (obv in a constructive way). Let me know if there are any grammatical errors. Enjoy!

Not really proofreaded 😅

Faster.

That was the only thing in your mind as your husband drived the purple Lamborghini on the road.

You needed to get that stupid bat off of your car. "He's gonna ruin our date night!" You screamed, your anniversary night was gonna be ruined and it was all his fault! You pointed your gun at the ceilieng of the car and fired at it a couple of times, letting your anger out.

The joker near you laughed, a stressed laugh. You knew what that meant. Sooner or later something, or worst someone will blow up.

So you decided to take care of the situation in an even more aggressive way. It was risky to say the least, but extreme problems require extreme solutions, and oh if Batman was a fucking problem.

So you taked a deep breath and cleared your mind (as much as you could with the Clown losing the last bit of sanity he had in the driver seat) and visualized the annoying bat being throwed under your car.

Suddendly all the noises stopped, then a loud 'bang' could be heard and you saw Batman flying rigth on the car windscreen leaking blood over it.

You did it!!

Joker clapped his hands "My good Darling! He got what he deserved! Death to the bat! Death to the bat!" He singed sang, but it sounded muffled, oh so muffled...

The only thing on your mind was a drop. 'tic tic tic' (a/n: does this make sense?)

You looked down and saw your hands covered in blood, your nose was bleesdng... Your eyes felt heavy, the last thing you heard was your name, Joker was calling you. Then it all went black.

Joker on the other hand did not excpect you to faint. It was unplanned, and he even if he loved surprises he didn't love having you in this state.

If we're being honest, at first he was tempted to leave you there (a/n: for me the story finishes like this :) but a request is a request lol) but then a voice, one of the too many in his head, told him not to do it, that he needed you, even if he didn't really know for what... So he drived to his mansion, every now and then checking on you.

Once in your shared bedroom he layed you on the bed.

Joker started to genuinely feel concerned for you, almost an hour as passed and you still weren't awake.. His pretty toy can't die, not if he doesn't want she to do so at least.

He then decided to lay down near you, for the first time in his life he felt a little scared, the voices in his head getting loud, he could hear them scream, scream that you had to wake up, that you couldn't leave him, that he-

He suddendly turned his head to look at his pet, who had now opened her eyes.

you tried to talk but he stopped you, he just wanted to held you on his chest. You didn't dare to discontent him by moving. Not wanting to miss the chance to have some affection since he rarely initiated it, you ignored your headache and relaxed into his touch.

Ironically the place where you felt the most safe were the place where everyone else felt the most scared.

#batman #jared leto #dc joker #one shot #Fluff #Jared Joker #X reader #dcmultiverse #suicide squad #the suicide squad #harley quinzel #harley quinn #wife reader #fem reader

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nfcomics · 3 months

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DC'S HARLEY QUINN ROMANCES no.1 (one shot) • cover art • Amanda Conner [Jan 2023]

DC is proud to present a selection of eight stories of rapscallion romance, prodigious passion, and undulating, unbridled affection. Tension builds as Apollo and Midnighter are captured by an unknown alien species who are determined to learn the secrets of their supersoldier success. Harley Quinn gets caught in a scintillating fantasy: What would life have been like if she and Ivy had met in high school? Also featuring Fire and Ice heating things up, fan-favorite heroine Power Girl's romantic tale, John Constantine's mysterious tryst, an amorous Aquaman adventure, and many more! These are lovelorn fantasies as only DC can tell them…but it's not a Harlequin romance…prepare yourself for the Harley Quinn Romances!

#DC'S HARLEY QUINN ROMANCES no.1 (one shot)#Amanda Conner #Night Flight Comics #Comic Mail Orders #NFComics #Reading #Harley Quinn #Comics #Harlequin romances #Constantine #Power Girl #Fire & Ice #Poison Ivy

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multiphandommess · 7 months

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Who I Write For

Please note that I only write characters when I have ideas for them, so if they are on this list and have no fics, I promise some will be coming soon. Also, please note that these will all be either fem! reader or GN! reader.

Kate Kane

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Marvel

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Kamala Kahn

Carol Danvers

Darcy Lewis

OITNB

Nicky Nichols

Alex Vause

Stella Carlin

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Actors

Natasha Lyonne

Ruby Rose

Margot Robbie

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Fiona Dourif

Jenna Ortega

Lachlan Watson

Horror

Jaxx Herd (The Meg)

Clarice Starling (Silence Of The Lambs)

Sidney Prescott (Scream)

Tara Carpenter (Scream)

Sam Carpenter (Scream)

Nica Pierce (Chucky)

Glenda Ray (Chucky)

Sabrina Spellman (Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina)

Theo Putnam (Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina)

MISC.

Charlie Cale (Poker Face)

Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

Adele Wolff (XXX: Return Of Xander Cage)

Victoria De Angelis (Måneskin)

Vada Cavell (The Fallout)

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like-rain-or-confetti · 8 days

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imma get this outta here because i meant to write a full fic for christmas and ended up in a writers block.

Snowfall.

Edward reached over (Y/N) and quickly closed the car door the second Harvey opened it. "You do realise what we're walking into right?" "Of course." Harvey said. "So you know Harley is hidden ready to attack with snowballs? Just as she is every year it snows?" Edward asked. Harv' grumbled. "We're got a plan for that." "We do?" (Y/N) frowned. "Everyone out." Harv' ordered.

There was nothing but silence that greeted them outside the Scarecrow's abode. Both the Riddler and Two-Face spotted the bush beside the stairs to Scarecrow's lair. The only real hiding place Harley had. Snow crunched under Harvey's shoe and pandemonium erupted. Harley darted out of her hiding spot behind the push with a battle cry, armed with...snowballs. With no warning, Two-Face grabbed (Y/N) by the waist and swung (Y/N) to his side, using them as a human shield. The Riddler darted behind Two-Face, using Harvey's more muscular nature to his advantage. (Y/N) shrieked and kicked. "Harvey! Put me down!" (Y/N) yelled. "This is a brand new suit!" The Riddler declared. "Better you than the suit!"

#batman #batman villains #one shot #oneshot #reader #the riddler #edward nygma #two face #harvey dent #harley quinn #harleen quinzell

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Sweater- Harley Quinn

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader

Characters: Harley Quinn

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hey if your not busy, could i request #33 “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”with harley? Shes fucking adorable and fr doesnt get enough love. Thank you!

Word Count: 426

Author: Charlotte

With Harley’s apartment left as little more than just charred remains, you had decided to let her stay with you for a little bit. The two of you had been dating for a while and although you liked having your own space, maybe it was time to move in together or at least this would be your taster session of sharing a home, even if she was just your guest. You knew that she was struggling with losing her apartment, so you had given her access to your DVD collection and bought her all of her favourite snacks to keep her occupied whilst you went out to run errands.

You weren’t out for long but when you returned you were pretty sure your apartment was almost in the same state as hers. The whole of your sofa was covered in wrappers of the food she’d eaten and crumbs of their remains along with a pile of snotty tissues- whether that was from a sad film or general sadness was unknown to you. The one thing you didn’t expect though was your girlfriend wearing one of your favourite sweaters, although it was a different colour due to the chip dust fingerprints and crumbs covering it.

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” You asked, gaining her attention.

She jutted out her lower lip and gave you the large puppy dog eyes that you were used to getting whenever she wanted something.

“Because it smells like you,” she said, putting on a slightly pathetic voice.

“I highly doubt that now,” you chuckled. “With all the Cheeto dust on them, I think it probably smells like those now.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the tears well in them. You were sure they weren’t far from falling anyway from her normal emotional state, but she was definitely putting it on a little.

“Don’t be mean to me,” she pouted. “I’ve had a tough time.”

You gave her a gentle smile, resting a hand upon her shoulder to give it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

You sat down beside her, not moving any of the tissues or packages, knowing it will be a worry for later when they were stuck to your trousers. You wrapped your arms around her letting her rest her messy blond hair on your shoulder.

“Shall I get you the hidden snacks to make up for it?”

She instantly perked up.

“You’ve hidden snacks from me?” She exclaimed, offended.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re going to eat me out of house and home at this rate.”

#Sweater #Anon #Request #Harley Quinn #Harley Quinn Imagine #Harley Quinn One Shot #Harleen Quinzel #Harleen Quinzel One Shot #Suicide Squad #Harleen Quinzel Imagine #Suicide Squad Imagine #Suicide Squad One Shot #Birds of Prey #Birds of Prey Imagine #Birds of Prey One Shot #DC #DC Imagine #DC One Shot #Charlotte

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poison-shark · 1 year

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Gotham Bound

Description: Cece Waldron is moving in with her supervillain aunts after being granted a scholarship to a private high school. Slice of Life kinda stuff ensues. But then she receives more than a couple of surprises. Watch out, Gotham City. (Gods, I suck at descriptions)

Characters: Cece Waldron (OC), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Delia and Lucy Quinzel (Mentioned), The Quinzel Brothers (Mentioned), Nick and Phyllis Quinzel (Mentioned), Special Guest OC

CW: ADHD/Autistic Character gets mildly overestimated, Needles (On like a flu shot level), Blood (a few drops), Shady Adults are still kinda shady, Two people disagree for like a second, New Jersey, Brooklyn (Mentioned), Florida (Also Mentioned I think)

Word Count: 4299

(A/N: Dunno whether or not to make this a full fix. Comment and lemme know pls and thx <3)

Minors DNI -> Nothing is Explicit I'm just covering my bases for the future

Cece’s head was spinning as she peeled her forehead off of the seat in front of her. She had known it was a bad idea to read on the train, but she just couldn't help herself. The trip was excruciatingly dull when the only thing to do was stare out the window at New Jersey’s landfill-ridden countryside for four hours. She had updated herself on all of her favorite YouTube channels while waiting for the train to arrive, so the way Cece saw it she had no choice but to indulge in some Agatha Christie. The motion sickness must have gotten the better of her and put her to sleep judging by the dribble on her chin.

Affixing her glasses that had fallen into her open palm, she lifted her head to check her trip status on the Amtrak app. The plastic of her phone charm clacked against her charm bracelet as she unplugged it from the charger. Only ten minutes left. Had she really spent two hours taking a nap? As she shook her head back into reality once more, blue eyes glanced down at something nudging her feet. The novel she had been reading had not been as fortunate as her eyewear and landed pages down on her cherry-shaped duffle bag, the paperclip she'd been using as a bookmark had been cast to the floor. She cursed to herself and let out a sigh as she leaned down to grab her things and pop them back in her backpack on the seat next to her.

The remainder of the ride into the city was spent gazing out nervously at the Gotham skyline. Gloom and fog hung thick in the air as the rain beat against the windows of the car. What little light there was seemed to be emanating from the city itself despite the fact that it was nearing six o'clock. Cece didn't know if the AC was cranked up or if it was just the fact that they were above the bay, but the compartment was far too cold for early September. She slipped on her red hoodie and shook off the unnatural chill, hoping it wasn't some infamous ice villain deciding to wreak havoc on the train. Somehow, she figured her aunties wouldn't be too pleased knowing some hooligan with superpowers caused her trouble. As the bright lights and neo-gothic architecture loomed ever nearer in the distance, she hoped her future in Gotham City was more exhilarating than the journey there.

Once her feet hit the platform of Gotham Train Station she immediately stumbled back a little. The smells got to her first; pretzels, sandwiches, cigarettes, and human waste. The fluorescent lights cast everything in an eerie green glow that did nothing but worsen Cece's headache. Not to mention the noise of hundreds of people and the screeching of trains. Eager to exit the platform she beelined it up the concrete stairs, bolted through the main dais (completely ignoring the massive, gorgeous, marble hub), and busted out of the revolving door and onto the granite steps outside the station with her luggage in tow.

Hastily, she threw her hood over her head, hiding her low strawberry-blonde pigtail braids, in an attempt to shield herself from the downpour. She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and scanned the crowd for one of her aunts, eventually coming up empty, so she shot one of them a text.

Within seconds her aunt replied with a, ‘Be there in a sec,’ and sure enough, a fluorescent, pink helmeted blonde came barreling over the hill on roller skates. In front of her was a shopping cart with a soaked sheet of paper plastered to the front, but as she got closer Cece could begin to read the letters that bled through the disintegrating paper. ‘Welcome Home, Nugget!” it read in bright blue, undoubtedly once scented, marker. Smiley-face stickers flew off in a trail behind her as she dodged pedestrians, hurtling toward her niece at an uncontrollable pace.

The grin on Cece’s face as her aunt pulled over at the bottom of the steps practically split her face in half. The tall woman gazed up the stairs with an equally deranged smile and outstretched her arms toward the child, making a quick flexing motion with her fingers. Excitement buzzed through the small girl’s body, now faced with the reality of being reunited with her aunt. From the top of the steps, she launched her luggage into the cart before backing up and taking a running start, leaping off of the wet stone. Her aunt caught her effortlessly, spinning her around with glee as the two embraced.

“Auntie Harley!”

“Welcome home, Nugget! How was the trip?” her voice cut through the rain like a stray sunbeam, warm and mildly disruptive. She placed her niece back on the ground and nodded to the cart’s main basket. Getting the hint, Cece climbed in.

“It was okay, mostly boring. My head hurts.” the girl complained, adjusting herself against the metal. Her aunt unhooked a neon orange helmet from inside the shopping cart and tossed it to her with a knowing smirk.

“Which book was it?”

“Murder On the Orient Express,”

“Classic! Got to love good old Aggie!” her aunt leaned down and ruffled her hair, “Alright, Nugget, helmet on! This thing doesn't have breaks!”

The pair rocketed uptown to a red-bricked apartment building across the street from the reservoir. Cece knew it was theirs instantly. It looked nearly identical to every other building on the block save for the fact that climbing plants had completely overtaken the sides and roof. They had even surrounded the door, blooming as the Quinzel women approached. The staircases were lined with potted plants that tilted their foliage upwards as the blondes made their way up to the apartment. It almost seemed like they were whispering. The apartment door opened with a slam and out popped her Aunt Ivy. Her red hair was braided to the side draping over an apron that read “What the Fucculent”.

“Hurry up and get inside, you two. Your steaks are gonna get cold.”

The air inside the apartment was a drastic change from the pea soup of the city. It was still humid, but warm, clean, and breathable. The kitchen was especially hot even with the vent fan blasting. On the counter, surrounded by overflowing planters of herbs, was a large plate piled high with steaks. Halfway climbing onto the counter were two massive hyenas, frozen in place as they were caught very obviously trying to snatch up the savory meal. All Auntie Harley did was raise her arms and the giant beasts launched over the counter, scrambled over the tile (knocking into each other rather comically), and tackled the tall blonde woman to the floor. The licking and sniffing didn't let up until Cece shifted the duffel on her shoulder. She was immediately given the same treatment. Bud and Lou hadn't seen her since she was ten so her mother wasn't sure if they would recognize her, but the way the carnivores knocked off her glasses to lick her face more effectively proved otherwise. Soon all four of them were a squirming, giggling mess. Aunt Ivy managed to steal away their attention however by placing the steaks in two dog bowls next to the front door.

Auntie Harley jumped to her feet and hauled the teen up with her and dragged her to the couch. Her aunt patted her head and tossed her the remote before rolling over to the cabinets and producing two plates. The blonde wheeled her way over toward her niece, spinning the plates on her fingertips and humming circus music as she glided. Ivy chuckled in amusement as she set the meat on the coffee table. The redhead removed the apron from her person and hung it on a nearby vine while another root fetched the silverware. Both women plopped down beside the fourteen-year-old and began eating.

“Peanut, skates.” Ivy reminded.

“Oh, right! Thanks, Buttercup!” She started to unlace her roller skates.

“You too, Peaches.”

“Yeah, Nugget! Take a load off!” the blonde demanded. Immediately, the teen kicked off her sneakers. Another root quickly snatched them away down the hall. Whilst her aunts distributed the food, she took it upon herself to flip through the channels on the tv.

“So, Peaches, are you excited about high school?” Aunt Ivy asked, taking a rather late bite of her steak.

“Yeah, it's pretty daunting though. I'm just glad mom thought it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“You should come with us to orientation, Ives! Go on, Trouble, tell her about your class!” Cece put down the bite of steak she was about to take.

“It’s called ‘Art, Science, and Nature’. It's like environmental science mixed with art class. It looked cool so I thought I’d take it next semester to give myself a break from playwriting class.” Ivy’s expression barely shifted, but the room filled with a subtle floral scent, and spindly blue flowers sprouted from her hair.

“That sounds wonderful, Peaches. Let me know if you’ll be needing any help.” Her earnestness took physical form as more flora bloomed throughout the apartment. Cece smiled as she flipped the channel over to the news in her search.

“Will do, Aunt I-”

“- The old Nestler Textile plant is set to be demolished tomorrow morning to make way for the new Wayne Pet Rescue Shelter,” informed the news anchor, “This is immediately following the buyout of Nestler Textiles by Wayne Enterprises after the former’s pollution fiasco last week. We were unable to get a quote from former C.E.O. Richard Nestl-” Cece flipped the channel once more and settled on the classic cartoon reruns. The green woman simply crossed her arms and leaned back with a sneer.

“Of course, that nasty meat suit has nothing to say for himself. Pumping all those pollutants into the bay, poisoning the water, destroying The Green. He’s just lucky the bat was there to keep me from strangling him with my babies.”

“Would you believe it, Munchkin? He poisoned nearly half the city and they're gonna let him off with a slap on the wrist!” Harley exclaimed, “That reminds me, Nugget, don't drink the tap water. At least not until the city filters all that crud out.” She wagged a finger at her niece. “Or until you're up to date on your shots.” The teen cocked her head to the side.

“My shots? I'm up to date. Went to the clinic last week for physicals.” The blonde doctor glanced at the chipped varnish on the floorboards.

“Well, Kiddo, as you know Gotham’s a pretty dangerous place,” her tone was laced with a cautiousness that her aunt hadn't used in years, “and sometimes your Aunt Ivy and I can instigate danger, so while you're staying with us we wanted to make sure you're prepared.”

“We asked your mother and she permitted us to give you an immunity vaccine.” Doctor Pamela Isley was never one to beat around the bush.

“Basically, it'll just keep you from croaking if you bump into Ivy while living here.”

“You'll be insusceptible to most toxins, but it comes with side effects.”

“Like what?” Cece questioned, popping more steak in her mouth.

“Heightened strength and speed, but only slightly. You'll still be mostly normal.”

“Well, as normal as a Quinzel gets, y’know? But we're not gonna force you to take the shot if you don't want t-”

“-If you say it's safe and you think it'll help then I'm sold.”

“Really?” Both of her aunts eyed her with varying degrees of skepticism.

“Of course!” the bespectacled girl reassured them, “If you two think it's necessary and Mom said it was fine then sure. Have at my arteries!” She shrugged and finished off her steak. Swiftly, she snatched up her and Aunt Ivy’s plates and slid on her socks over to the sink, and started washing.

“Remember-” Ivy barely had to remind her.

“Turn the water off while soaping them up. I got it.” Harley grinned at her niece, brimming with pride.

After the clown queenpin finished dinner, Ivy retreated to the bathroom to grab her equipment. Minutes later she emerged with a syringe, some gloves, ethanol, a cotton pad, and a glass medicine vial containing a swirling purple liquid. She handed the materials off to her wife who quickly slapped on the gloves before she grabbed the pad and placed it at the mouth of the alcohol bottle. She tipped it over, sure to saturate cotton enough, and took the pad to her niece's arm, rubbing small circular motions into the flesh. The psychiatrist then removed the plastic cap on the needle and stabbed it into the metal cap of the vial, measuring slightly over the amount. She squeezed the syringe a bit to remove any air and adjust the amount, which caused some of the liquid to squirt out. When the purple liquid was exposed to the air it transmuted into a green vapor.

“Cool,” Cece remarked, eyebrows raised and clearly fascinated. Ivy chuckled at the girl’s wonder. Meanwhile, her other aunt had jabbed her arm with the needle already and was pushing the stopper down evenly. The teen twinged in pain as the solution settled into her bloodstream. “That does not feel great.”

“Tastes worse, trust me,” warned Harley.

“Wait, you mean I could have just drunk it?”

“Believe me, Nugget, this was the least painful option.” Her aunt discarded the used materials in the trash can by the door.

“Bullshit! You just wanted to play doctor,” she smirked. The taller blonde turned dramatically and scoffed.

“Honey,” she mockingly flipped her hair, “I don't gotta play doctor. I am a doctor!” With each word her Brooklyn accent thickened.

“Of course, you are, Peanut.” chimed Ivy, earning a laugh from their younger relative.

“Red!” Harley whined.

The green woman placed a quick peck on her wife’s cheek as she moved back to the couch. She snatched up a book from under the coffee table, flitted through it, identified where she left off and tuned out the world. Harley sauntered over to her niece, swinging an arm around the girl’s shoulders and hugging her close, she walked them both past the breakfast bar. “Wanna see your room?”

“Duh!” the teen responded fervently.

The former supervillain led her niece to a dark wood door beside the kitchen. Moss and lichen sprawled across the paneled surface, coating the door in a glittering green carpet while the orange of the lichens spelled out her name. As the teenager reached for the shoddy doorknob to reveal her home for the next four years, her aunt paused her.

“Before we go in there, I wanna make sure you know that if you don't like it we can always change it. Y’know, move some stuff, repaint, and such? So don't feel like you have to like it just because we set it up and you don't want to hurt our feelings.” Cece’s arms wrapped around her aunt in an instant and Harley patted her hair comfortingly as she squeezed back. “Alrighty! You ready?” Cece nodded her head vigorously. “Okay, okay, okay! Close your eyes, Nugget! Pammy, get the camera!”

Hands quickly shrouded the fourteen-year-old’s vision as she stumbled for the knob. Pushing inwards, she released her grip as she was coaxed forward a few paces into the room. “Okay, Trouble! Open those peepers!”

The first thing Cece noticed was that the quilting on the bed matched the patchwork curtains framing the window it was pushed against. As her fuzzy socks padded across the beige carpet, she took in the wallpaper, obviously new, on her way to the bed. It was cream and bright, unlike the rest of the apartment’s faded and stained yellow, and printed on it were strands of lovely orange flowers. The fresh coat of sage green was smooth atop the frame that encased the mattress. When she drifted her fingers over the iron there was no trace of her great-grandmother's old headboard, save for the shape of the welded metal.

“Is this actually Gee-Bee’s bed?”

“Well, it's a new mattress, but yeah. Your Uncle Barry and Uncle Frankie fixed it up for you before they brought everything up.”

“Everything?” Her aunt motioned to the end table directly beside the girl’s new bed. Cece could hear the roaring of her blood and the beating of her heart.

“This was Zayde’s,” She placed a hand gingerly on the nightstand, the walnut cold against her skin.

“Yep! Now, it's yours!”

“And Buh-Beeps just let you have it?”

“Nope!” popped Harley, “Hell no! She let you have it. Ma doesn't even remotely trust me with this stuff, but, and I quote, ‘Gotham’s a scary place, Harleen! She needs to feel as comfortable as possible! Better just give her the full set.’” The teen’s eyes morphed into dinner plates as she scanned the room for more of her grandfather’s things.

There, adjacent to the door, blocked by the comfiest-looking orange leather armchair, drowning in cardboard boxes, was the matching writing desk. The one she'd adored as a child, sitting in Zayde’s lap as he taught her how to play poker or watch him write his memoirs. On said desk, now in her new room, was her most recent Quinzel family photo, framed in a novelty Harley Quinn picture frame, illuminated by her grandfather's stained glass desk lamp.

Across from the window, on the opposite side of the room, stood the holy grail of Zayde’s possessions. The bookcase. She strode the width of the small room and at once skimmed her fingers along the side, between the wood and the plaster that made up her closet. Her fingers finally brushed a clear piece of tape and began intently pressing her digits into the same area of walnut. Soon she felt it; the divet where two different seams of lumber met. Cece made quick work of the tape and pushed up at the fissure, revealing a small velvet compartment that housed the tiny brass key. Removing the key from its cubby, the teen unlocked the glass-paneled doors of the antique shelving. It was as if the cabinet had let forth a fierce gust of wind, knocking the air out of her lungs. “We wanted you to put the books in yourself. Lucy thinks you're particular and your mom said you didn't like it when people touch your stuff without permission.”

“They're both right,” she confirmed, still gaping at the impressive piece of furniture.

“Same goes for your clothes. They're all in those boxes on the desk. Your hamper and Gee-Bee’s dresser are in the closet too, just to give you some extra storage.”

The teen paused as she went to slide open the closet door, noting the odd texture of the charcoal-colored paint. “Do you like it? It's chalkboard paint! It was your Uncle Ezzie’s idea! He thought that if you're gonna go to fancy art high school, you should have somewhere fancy to put all the big creative brainstorms you're gonna have! Pretty cool, right?” At that, the young blonde started tearing up, grateful to her hood for hiding her expression from her aunt.

“Yeah,” she agreed, sliding the door open, “it's way cool.” Once the wooden panel landed flush behind the other, Cece spotted them. A squeal left her throat before she could stop it.

“Oh, did you finally notice the-”

“The knobs!” Aunt Ivy’s laughter could be heard from the living room. Set into the fragrant chest of drawers were new handles. Green and orange glass flowers had been fitted into the cedar drawers, replacing the outdated cloth-coated wooden ones. “Wait, what do you mean ‘finally’?” She scoped the room once more, this time actively attempting to focus, and realized everything openable had the new glass daisies. “My life is complete!” Her fists pumped into the sky.

“You can thank your baby sister for those. She sent them to Red on Instagram and you know how your aunt is.”

“Lucy can have anything she wants for the rest of forever! These are so sweet!”

“Careful, Peaches, she'll take you up on that.” Ivy cautioned, now standing beside her wife, “and now that we're on the topic of sweetness there's one more surprise.”

“There is?” Harley raised her brow at her spouse. The vines and leaves that covered the ceilings throughout the entire apartment (and had been recording her reaction with Ivy’s phone), began to shutter and shift something they had entangled in their tendrils. Slowly, they extended the rather large item downward, depositing whatever it was in the corner of her room. The foliage soon retreated and revealed… more foliage. Now, enclosed between her bed and desk, there was a sapling in a terracotta pot.

“A tree… thanks.” Ivy simply rolled her green eyes at the teen’s sass, the vibrancy of which increased tenfold as the plant wedged in the corner started to shimmy. A creaking noise emitted from its bark as its branches stretched upwards and outwards, curling around the windows and swallowing the ceiling in twigs and leaves. Rapidly, flowers sprouted and blossomed with reckless abandon, and as quickly as they arrived, they were replaced with plump, fuzzy peaches. “Whoa… Sick!”

Ivy sidled up to her niece with an outstretched palm. Without a second thought, Cece held her aunt’s hand like she'd done a million times before. Snappier than the girl could register, a thorn jutted out of the May Queen’s palm, pricking the blonde. The minuscule droplets of blood beaded along the seam of the nick once the teenager withdrew her palm.

“What the hell, Pammy?” contested Harley, rushing to dress the child’s wound. She was stopped, however, by her spouse. Seeing her aunts about to have a domestic dispute, Cece speedily intervened.

“Auntie Harley, it's ok. Aunt Ivy never does anything without a reason.” At the soothing tone of the fourteen-year-old's voice, the older Quinzel’s shoulders unclenched. Ivy smiled sweetly at her niece, gratitude dripping with every crimson pearl.

“Put your palm to the roots.” Unlike her usual commanding tone, this seemed to be something of a request. Cece obeyed as Harley pouted apprehensively, muttering something about infections. She soon ate her words, however, when the rough bark vibrated and Green ripped through the tree. Suddenly, the peaches ripened, the bark strengthened, and the leaves were more vibrant. “It will respond to you now. Protect you if need be.”

“Cool…” claimed the Quinzels in unison. The younger one plucked a stone fruit from a branch. Sweet juice dribbled out her mouth as she chomped down, the fuzzy skin tickling her nose. She hummed in delight and thanked her aunt once more, this time genuinely.

All it took was one yawn from the child and Harley was ushering herself and Ivy out to let her rest after her long day. Despite that, Cece ignored her drowsiness and decided to organize her clothes. She only brought a few boxes a couple of months prior, and she knew her aunts were taking her back-to-school shopping later in the week, so she decided to put away what she could to avoid the hassle.

Halfway through folding her sweaters something hit her window with a thunk. She paused for a moment before she decided to return to her closet and placed her knitwear in a dresser drawer. Her braids smacked her in the face when she whipped her head around at the second thunk. She waited again. Silence.

‘It was probably a pigeon,’ she justified. The teen then continued to arrange her clothing. Five minutes later, the clanging of metal on the other side of the glass startled her out of flattening the cardboard. Grateful for the cover the thick, patchwork curtains provided, she tiptoed back over to her desk. Sifting through the package heap, she slid out a faded blue duffel with her name on it. From her softball bag, the blonde produced her trusty bat, rubber grip familiar in her grasp. She ducked behind the metal footboard and raised her weapon. Seconds passed as she sat crouching with her bat primed.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

She waited with bated breath. For what? She didn’t know. For someone to break into her room. A random Scarecrow gas attack. A very dedicated Jehovah's Witness. A fiber optic salesman gunning for a promotion. Whatever it was, she was ready. What she hadn’t considered was that the mystery thunker would just leave. Surely enough, the clanging of metal returned, decreasing in volume as the perpetrator climbed down the fire escape. Ten more minutes passed before she hopped to her feet, bat in hand, and quickly whipped the curtain away.

At least it wasn’t a ruse. The metal landing was bare, but as she hopped on her bed to look closer she spotted someone retreating from the pulled down ladder. She couldn’t maneuver herself into a better position to see the thunker, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a canary yellow sewing pin sticking a small piece of cream fabric to her window sill. In shiny, navy blue embroidery were the words, ‘Nestler Textiles Plant #9 451 Smelter Place’ in a gorgeous almost handwritten cursive. However, sewn haphazardly over the lovely script was a fraying carmine thread that taunted in sloppy print, ‘COME AND PLAY’.

Never one to turn down an invitation, she laced up her limited-edition Poison Ivy sneakers, slid up her window, and leaped onto the fire escape. As she cautiously closed her window, she snapped up the tag and pin. Then the blonde climbed onto the metal railing and front-flipped, landing gracefully on the asphalt below. Smirking, Cece Waldron strolled out of the alley, head low, red hood up.

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bisexualdinahlance · 2 years

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you ever look at a comic panel and go "okay theres no way that supersuit design is anything other than a kink thing"

Aside from the fact that this art style is so pointy and bad-sexy (as in, it's obviously supposed to look sexy but just looks scary), why are Catwoman's armpits exposed. There's NO reason for that I am laying on the floor in agony-

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#dc vs vampires killers #dc vs vampires #catwoman #harley quinn #i am melting i hate it here #why are both the one shots for this series so bad when the main art is so good #comic lb #sighs #this is from a few weeks ago fyi im catching up

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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mon bébé!! would u ever consider writing more abt your harleyquinn!reader x miguel?? i loved itttt soooo🥺🥺 maybe one where he learns about her past relationship with the joker and how bad he treated her which makes him want to protect and love her even moreee (also it just makes him want to track down the goddamn clown and beat the fuck outta him) I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORKKKK

got me kicking my feet at the 'mon bébé'

you're knocking on the archway to miguel's office before walking in.

the last time you were in here, you were discussing canon events and miguel had learnt a little too much.

he'd learnt that an ex had been too much of everything bad. too controlling, too demanding, too aggressive- too much of what you didn't deserve.

he'd left the spider society for days after that and now, even though he's back you feel weird.

it didn't help that he hadn't spoken to you since and it's messing with your productivity.

"miguel?" you mutter, holding the improved spider-bots in your hand. these ones are much more able to adapt to the amount of power you need for whatever you're using them for.

"hmm?" he looks up and finds you in regular clothes- or as regular as they can get for you.

you're in a purple leotard and a skirt that's too short to allow him to focus anymore on what he was doing.

"i fixed the spider-bots; they'll contain the fire and the destruction to a 10 foot radius and their magnitude depends on the size of whatever we attach them to."

your upbeat-ness doesn't quite have the same ring it used to and miguel frowns.

"have you been crying?" he asks, straight to the point.

"yeah, it's allergy season." your spider senses have rid you of your allergies. miguel knows that. you know that. "you know those pesky sunflowers? their pollen always gets stuffed up my nose."

miguel thinks your deflection is adorable, "he's not gonna bother you again," he says softly and you look up at him.

"what?" your shoe digs into the floor as you stare at him.

"whatever his name was," miguel waves a dismissive hand, "he won't bother you."

your eyes widen to saucers- miguel's sure this is the first time he's seen you surprised. "did you break canon?" he's always sure this is the first time he's seen you worried. "will something happen to you?"

he closes the distance between you, "the canon is intact, nothing will happen to me, or you," your heart flutters at that.

miguel changes the topic, "show me how to use them?" he gestures to your spider-bots.

"thanks," you murmur before getting animated at your project. miguel is glad for your smile to return, and for it to be genuine this time.

truth be told, he would have dealt with joker even if it disrupted the canon. the way your eyes had dimmed when he had mentioned him as a villain in some part with the anomalies had miguel sick to his stomach.

sure you were unconventional, but that didn't mean you deserved to be treated like that. by anyone, let alone a partner- someone you had been meant to trust.

if you notice his hand hovering above the small of your back as you step into his space, you don't say anything- especially when you lean into his touch as you look up to gauge his reaction to your improvements.

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v3rstvppen · 9 months

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i need more margot robbie fics/one shots in my life

#margot robbie #barbie #billie eilish #ryan gosling #harley quinn #wolf of wall street #fanfic #one shot

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somelonelywriter · 2 years

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Chrysanthemum

A/n: This is my first "story" so be kind lol ahah, hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Joker x GN reader

Warnings: Horrible writing/Pet names/Joker is a warning himself/Slight mention of drugs/Slight mention of death.

"I think that you're more like a flower..." you said out of nowhere speaking to the Joker next to you.

"What pet?" Asked him not paying too much attention.

"On that bridge, that day, you said that you were like an idea, because you can't be loved... But I think you are more like a flower." Now he was looking at you, and he had a curios look on his face.

You didn't know why you were thinking about that, but words slipped off your lips before you could even think about what you were saying, so you continued.

"I can love an idea, I can love a state of mind, like a drug addict, you know..."

"I think you are confusing love with obsession darling" he spoke, but you weren't convinced .

"If you say so... but I like to believe that, you are like a flower. That needs to be take care of but doesn't ask for it, it can be appreciate but only from a certian distance without hurting it, it's beautiful but it can be poisonus..."

"And what flower do you think I am then?" He asked with a grin on his face.

"A Chrysanthemum" you said smiling to yourself, "After all is the deads flower."

#the joker #dceu #joker x reader #jared leto #suicide squad #the suicide squad #dc movies #one shot #drabble #batman #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #harley x joker

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