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icantfuckingdream · 1 year

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A Harley Quinnaping

prompt: Harley kidnaps you out of the adoption facility

Harley had been pestering her Mr. J for what felt like forever about how she wanted a child and no matter how many times he assured her that whatever she wants she gets, this was something that wasn’t happening fast enough for her liking. With that being said she had been looking for other ways to cope. Apparently well known businesses didn’t trust her at all enough to be hired as a babysitter or nanny. So as much as she didn’t want it to come to this she’d turned to kidnapping.

She’d walked into a facility and somehow managed to sneak past all security and front lobby employees to where the babies and children were. In a matter of seconds she glanced past each and every kid until her eyes landed on you, wandering around in a little batman onesie.

“Awww look at this oneee” she said walking over and picking you up. You looked at her face and smiled and immediately her decision was made. You were going to be hers. No matter what anyone had to say about it. Speaking of people who had something to say about it, the joker was not immediately fond of it once she returned home.

“Look puddin’ I caught batsy” She giggled holding you out towards him. He gave you a once over glance and asked “when will you return it?” to her disappointment. “I’m not…She’s mine and I want you to like her.” she explained. Neither could see it happening then but eventually you would grow on the philophobic. A task only Harley was able to previously accomplish now proven to be done by two. A slightly twisted perfect family would soon be complete but not without some challenges…

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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On a Warpath

Harley Quinn/Reader

Fictober Day 18 of 31

Words: 811

Summary: In an attempt to find out when your girlfriend would be back from her latest mission, it becomes apparent that you're a lot more like her than you thought you were.

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You walked with purpose, a look on your face that gave off one very specific message: do not fuck with me. Having just gone through a rather tiring and intense twenty four hours prior, the last thing that anyone wanted to do (if they knew what was good for them) was piss you off.

And right now, you were aiming that anger and annoyance at the government, or more specifically, the army. To get even more specific, you fully planned on taking your fury out on the people who had sent your girlfriend off on an extra-dangerous mission and then decided not to tell you about it.

You understood that the government still viewed her as a criminal and that the assignments she went on were often of the utmost secrecy, but you worked in the same building as Amanda Waller and Rick Flag, and you thought that some of that secrecy was a little much. You had just as much combat training as half the men on this base, and just because you worked in the administrative side of things didn’t mean you should be kept in the dark.

Rick Flag’s office was closer, so you stepped in there first. He was sitting at his desk, doing something on his computer. Recently he’d taken a different role in the jobs and missions that these unorthodox teams went on, and that meant that he knew more than he used to, and didn’t usually have to risk his life as much. “Where’s the jet?” you asked as you stepped through the door, not even bothering with any kind of pleasantry.

“Look, we really can’t say anything about-” he started to say, as if he knew that eventually you would be in here sniffing around for information.

“Save the corporate bullshit,” you said, cutting him off. “I was told they would be back last night, and they’re not. What happened?”

“There were some complications-”

“Rick, come on. You know I won’t go around saying anything.”

He sighed. “I know, but-”

Okay, now you were getting annoyed. “Listen-”

“Y/N-”

At this point you had reached the end of your patience, and you decided to communicate in a manner that you knew he would understand. You pulled your gun from its holster and trained it at him. He looked shocked, but he really shouldn’t have been. Your girlfriend was missing, and you would go just as crazy for her as she would for you. “Are you listening?” you asked, all of the worry and fear for your partner was coming out (albeit in a way that was much more violent than usual).

He had recovered from the initial shock of having a gun pointed at him in his office, and sighed before responding. “I’m listening, I promise,” he said. “And I wish that things were different, but I can’t say anything.”

“I just want to make sure Harley’s alright,” you said. “I don’t need an exact location, but I just need to know that she’s still alive.”

There was a silence that settled over the space, and eventually Flag nodded. “We received a communication from the team a little while ago. There’s still more they have to do, but it sounded like they were almost done. According to the computer, Harley’s neck chip is still active. But I’m not the head communication for this team, so that’s all I know.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had at least made it this far. “Thank you for telling me,” you said, putting your gun away and turning to leave. “I’m sorry I threatened you.”

Flag just laughed. “You’re more like her than you realize, you know that?”

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Your eyes were just beginning to close later that night when you heard a small shuffling noise and then the door to your room opened. “I’m hoooooooome!” The very recognizable voice of your girlfriend filled the room, and you smiled as she flipped the lights on.

the next thing you knew, you had gotten out of bed and wrapped her in a hug, despite the fact that she was covered in dirt (and what you knew was probably blood). “I’m glad you’re okay,” you said leaning in to kiss her.

“I heard you threatened Flag with a gun!”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “He told you?”

She just laughed. “Yeah, and I couldn’t be more proud of you! I’ll have you robbing banks with me in no time!”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “Why don’t you go take a shower and then we can sleep for a little while. The banks will still be there in the morning.”

As the night winded down once more, and Harley fell asleep beside you, there was only one thought running through your head, and it was just how happy you were that she was back.

- the end -

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imyourbratzdoll · 6 months

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𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ft zombie ransom drysdale x survivor reader.

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 ft human charlie swan x frightened reader.

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𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft zombie han gyeong-su x friend reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 ft halfbie clark kent x human reader.

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𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕? ft human andy barber x coworker reader.

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𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅, 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ft halfbie jake jensen x team member reader.

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𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 ft zombie johnny storm x small reader.

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𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 ft zombie sebastian stan x fangirl reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 ft halfbie hayley marshall x damsel reader.

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𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 ft halfbie lee su-hyeok x shy reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ft human lee eun-hyuk x needy reader.

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𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 ft human cleo sertori x ruthless leader reader.

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𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 ft zombie jasper hale x curious reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒆 ft halfbie yoon gwi-nam x terrified reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 ft halfbie harley quinn x bloodthirsty killer reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 ft zombie rick grimes x rising queen reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 ft human carlisle cullen x oblivious reader.

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𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft zombie steve kemp x food reader.

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𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ft human gomez addams x desired reader.

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𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ft human dex x obedient reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆, 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft halfbie ari levinson x hopeful reader.

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drabbles-mc · 9 months

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How It Goes

Rick Flag x Harley Quinn

Summary: After everything that the two of them had been through together, Rick starts to realize that maybe he's in over his head a little more than he originally thought.

Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of blood/injury, arguing/light angst, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: The way that this fic started because I found a dialogue prompt that I really liked for these two and then I didn't even end up using the prompt in the fic. 😂😂 Oh well! We out here regardless lmao

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The last thing that he wanted to do was try and carry her back to the heli-carrier that was going to get them all home. But looking at her, he knew that there wasn’t going to be much of another choice—there was no way that she was going to be able to walk. Her one thigh was torn right through by two bullets, luckily ones that didn’t hit any vital arteries. And sure, he could’ve tried to make her limp along, but he never would’ve heard the end of it from her and everyone else.

Although as he walked down the street with Harley draped over his arms and her arms looped around his neck, he realized that he wasn’t going to be hearing the end of this either.

“Why don’t we do this all the time?” she asked, laughter in her voice despite the makeshift tourniquets wrapped around her thigh that were keeping her from bleeding out.

“Because you don’t get shot like that all the time,” Rick muttered as he carefully stepped over some of the debris that was littering the street. As soon as he said it, he saw the expression on Harley’s face shift and he corrected himself. “Don’t get any ideas.”

“Too late!” She paused, going back and forth between looking around as they retreated, and looking at Rick’s face. It was a mixture of focus and annoyance. More of one of those than the other. “Who knew you were so chivalrous, Flag?”

He didn’t dignify the question with a response. Lucky enough for him, before Harley could keep going, he was walking up the ramp onto the helicopter. The thought crossed his mind for a moment, because he could feel the way she was practically beaming up at him as he carried her, to just drop her into her seat rather than setting her down. He fought the urge, though.

“C’mon,” he grumbled, lowering himself just enough so that when he took his arms out from underneath her, it was a short drop.

“You gonna buckle me in, too?” she asked, dazed in a way that Rick was choosing to blame on the blood loss.

He took his seat next to her, blatantly avoiding eye contact as he strapped himself in. “I think you got that part under control just fine.”

He was staring dead ahead at the empty seat across from him as Harley buckled herself in. He pretended not to hear the fit of giggles that she was descending into, mumbling things more to herself than to him. But even with his attempt to make his thoughts louder than her voice, he still caught a few words here and there. For some reason, the post-mission banter among the rest of the crew just didn’t seem quite as loud as it usually did. He knew that he heard her say his name once or twice, and he chalked it up to her usual rambles, trails of thought that really didn’t lead anywhere in particular.

They were only a few minutes into the ride when he felt the weight of her head pressing against his shoulder. He tensed at the contact. Once he realized what it was, he panicked for a moment, wondering if she was just resting against him to bother him, or because she actually fell asleep, or if she passed out from the blood loss.

He turned his head just slightly, just enough to look at her. He couldn’t see her face well, but he could tell that she was still breathing. He leaned slightly, trying to get a better look at her expression. He saw enough to see that there was a tiny upwards curve to her lips. That was all he needed to see to be sure that she wasn’t dying against him like that.

“All those muscles,” DuBois spoke up from the other side of the heli-carrier, “and you’re still just her fuckin’ pillow after all this.”

Rick shook his head. He wanted to have a quip in return, but he knew that anything he said was just going to dig himself deeper into the hole that he was already in. Most everyone else on their crew would get distracted and move onto the next thing within a few minutes, and if not that quickly, they’d forget about it once they got back to Belle Reve. Not Robert, though, and Rick knew it. And it was annoying.

Instead, Rick shut his eyes too, leaning back against the wall behind him. He made sure to sit straight enough that his head wouldn’t drop and rest against Harley’s.

He woke her when they got back to the prison. She groaned, swatting him away like that would change the circumstances at all. Rick rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Harley. Time to go.”

“You at least gonna carry me again?” she asked, prying her eyes open.

“No,” Rick answered without hesitation as he undid the straps keeping him in place. “They got a stretcher for you.”

“You’re gonna come visit me though, right? When I’m all laid up?” Her usual grin was back on her face.

Before he could answer, give her the sarcastic remark that was resting on the tip of his tongue, the door opened and the medical team came to get her.

As she was carried off, she called back, “If I get a cast, Flag, you gotta make sure you sign it!”

Rick was shaking his head, grabbing his bags from the floor. He didn’t even realize that DuBois hadn’t gotten off the carrier until the man was talking right behind him. “Put a heart around your fucking name while you’re at it, yea?”

Rick shook his head as he shouldered his bag. “Congrats on ten more years off your sentence.” He walked towards the exit door, not bothering to turn back around as he asked, “How many does that leave you with again?”

He could hear DuBois’ laughter, and that was good enough. He walked in the opposite direction of the prison, knowing that he was going to have to go to HQ to talk to Waller now that all of this was over with. Wrapping up one thing and no doubt she was already going to have something else lined up. He wondered what the lag time between missions was going to be this time around.

When Harley came-to in the medical bay, she had no idea how long she’d been out. For all she knew, it could’ve been hours, or it could’ve been weeks. What she did know, though, was that her head hurt and every muscle in her body felt sore, stiff. Groaning, she started to pry her eyes open. She tried to bring her hands to her face, wipe the sleep from the corners of her eyes, but she only was able to lift them a few inches before they were stopped. The clinking of metal on metal sounded through the room, and she felt the cold pull of handcuffs against her wrists.

“God, even when I’m asleep?” she whined. “Come on, guys, that’s just not fair!”

She heard someone huff out a chuckle from beside her bed. “Don’t think they were convinced you weren’t faking.”

Her eyes popped open at the sound of his voice. Turning her head, she looked over at him. “Flag?”

He kept his eyes trained on the folder in front of him, but the smile that was slowly starting to creep onto his face spoke volumes. “Welcome back, Harley.”

“Did I die?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No. They just knocked you out.”

“If they knocked me out, then why,” she shook her wrists, causing the cuffs to jingle against the bed railings, “why did they—”

Rick silenced her with a look. All he had to do was flick his eyes over to her, eyebrows raised slightly, and she knew.

She laughed, head dropping back against the pillow. “I guess.”

He let his gaze drift back to the file in his lap. “How you feelin’?”

“Like I wanna touch my face, and I can’t.” She thrashed slightly against the mattress, the best she could do for a tantrum given the circumstances. “They can’t just give me one hand?”

“I’ve seen the damage you can do with one hand,” he argued.

“What are you even doing here if you’re not helpin’ me get out?”

Closing the folder that he’d been looking at, he finally leaned back and took a good, long look at the woman lying on the bed next to him. “Came to talk to the new team. Thought I’d stop in and see if you were conscious yet on my way out.”

She smiled, her previous annoyance with him instantly fading. “How long you been waitin’ there for me?”

“Long enough,” he responded sarcastically.

“Aw, you waited for me!”

He rolled his eyes. “Somethin’ like that, I guess, yea.”

She shimmied up as best she could, trying to get herself a little more upright even though the bandages wrapping around her leg felt like they were constricting her movement. “So, new team, huh?” She leaned her head back but still turned to look at him. “Where we goin’?”

“We?”

“Yea!” she chirped. “Next mission! Where is it?”

“Harley,” he shook his head, and for a moment it almost looked like pity crossed his face, “you can’t go.”

Her brows furrowed. “Why not?”

He nodded towards her leg. “Expectin’ me to carry you everywhere?”

“I mean,” she looked down at her bandaged leg and then back at him, “it would be nice.”

He laughed. “Ain’t gonna happen, though.”

“So you’re goin’ without me?” she sounded genuinely hurt at the mere idea of it.

Rick couldn’t believe that he found himself feeling bad about it. Things were so different now than they were the first time he met her.

“C’mon, Harley,” he said, his drawl shining through a little more, “you know how it goes—I don’t pick the team.”

“But if you did, you’d wait for me to get better before you go, right?”

He studied her face for a moment. Under different circumstances he would assume that she was just trying to yank his chain again. More slick commentary just to get a rise out of him. But as she was laying there gazing over at him, handcuffed to a hospital bed that they weren’t going to let her out of anytime soon, he couldn’t help but to think that she was being genuine. She was actually upset that she wasn’t going to be going back out into the field with him for whatever the next mission was.

“You know it.”

Her smile was small, but genuine. “Good. You know, you could tell Waller that she can’t send you out there without me. Who’s gonna keep you company, really, you know?”

Rick chuckled. “Trust me, I know.”

“You’re a real softie underneath all those muscles, aren’t you?”

“Harley…” his tone had a hint of warning to it, not that she’d ever heeded it before.

“I mean, look at us!” She motioned between them with her hand as well as she could with the cuffs binding her wrists. “You came here to hang out with me!”

“I didn’t come here—”

“And you never would’ve done that a few years ago when you met me.”

He sucked in a deep breath, knowing that he wasn’t going to win the argument against her. “No,” he conceded, “I wouldn’t have.”

She laughed at his agreement. A real laugh, not the fabricated ones she used to let out way back when he first met her. Not the same delirious giggles that she’d made on the way back from their mission when she was light-headed from blood loss. It was a genuine laugh, like she was really enjoying the little moment between them despite all of the circumstances surrounding them trying to make it impossible to find a good moment in the midst of any of it. If bullet holes and hand cuffs couldn’t strip her of her joy, Rick was pretty sure nothing could.

Even with the cuts and bruises, even with her hair in a mess because no one in the prison hospital was going to take the time to really do it right, do it the way that she wanted it done, she still looked good. Even without her makeup, her lipstick, even with all the chips in her nail polish, it still crossed Rick’s mind that he wouldn’t mind sitting there in that uncomfortable prison hospital chair for a little while longer.

That train of thought caught him off-guard. His eyes widened for a split second as he realized what he was thinking before he shook his head at himself and tried to focus on just about anything else.

“I’ll be good to go for the next one, at least,” she said, giving a definitive nod of her head.

“Sure thing.” He stood up out of his seat before gesturing to her bandaged leg. “They didn’t even give you a cast. You’ll be fine.”

“Means you can’t sign it, though.”

“I think you’ll manage.” He rapped his knuckles against the railing running along the side of her bed. “I’ll see you soon, Harley.”

“You better.” She flashed him a smile, feeling a fleeting sense of victory when he mirrored one back to you. He got a couple strides away before she piped up again. “Flag?”

He stopped, turning to face her. “Yea?”

“Be safe out there. You know, since you don’t got me watching your back.”

“No promises but I’ll try.”

The mission didn’t go smoothly, to say the least. They never did. That was the whole reason his team got assigned to things in the first place. If missions were easy, if they would be straight-forward victories, it wouldn’t be a Task Force X problem. It wasn’t as though when Harley was running missions with him they miraculously went well, but this was the first one he’d run without her and it seemed more hellish than usual.

He’d missed that somewhere along the way that the two of them had gotten good at working together. It was a far cry from where they were when they started out. As the weeks turned into months, he vaguely remembered being less and less bothered by her, by the work they were doing together. It was a slow shift for sure, because it wasn’t as though their jobs were pleasant ones. But things crept along so slowly and quietly that he had gotten taken for a ride he didn’t even realize was happening.

The last thing he wanted to do was tell her any of that, though. The entire chopper-ride back to Belle Reve all he could do was sit and stew in those thoughts. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the mission was complete, and most of the team was coming back alive and in one piece, all he had time to do was sit there and think.

When it came time to make the decision to either go inside Belle Reve or take off towards his car so that he could get back and wrap things up with Waller to go home, he didn’t know which direction to go in. He was exhausted, and clearly not thinking straight, so maybe whatever would get him home faster would be best. But he also found himself wanting to go and check on Harley, no matter how stupid it seemed when it spelled it all out.

The decision was made for him when his phone started to ring, Waller’s name flashing across it. He turned and started to walk towards his car as he answered, saying an unenthusiastic, “Yeah?” into the phone as he walked.

When he saw Harley next, it was weeks later, and she was all patched up like nothing had ever even happened. She strolled onto the chopper with her bag slung over her shoulder, all decked out in red and black like a few weeks before she hadn’t been shackled to a hospital bed.

“Got to pick this team then, Flag?” she asked with a laugh as she dropped her bag to the floor between the two rows of seats lining each side of the heli-carrier.

And just like that, it all came rushing back. In the weeks away, he told himself that he was just too tired and overemotional, that he was letting his very normal concern for a teammate who got shot turn into something that it wasn’t. Chalked it up to some sort of reverse Stockholm Syndrome. He told himself that some time away, a somewhat decent sleep schedule, and not being shot at for a bit, would get his mind right and he would be able to keep his head on straight. And it was working when he didn’t have to look her in the eyes and hold a conversation with her. Now he had to again, and all of the lies that he had been feeding himself came to a screeching halt.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head and hoping that his expression was as neutral or as unamused as it usually was. “You know that’s not how it works.”

She rolled her eyes but she was still smiling. “You gotta get better at lying. At least to make me feel better.”

He chuckled, shaking his head before gesturing to the empty seat. “Park it, Harley.”

She gave a fake salute. “Whatever you say, Colonel.”

They were dropped down into the thick of it, just like always. The only ones who had even a sliver of their shit together were Rick, Harley, and DuBois, as per usual. Not that they ever really gave each other that kind of credit out loud.

Harley huffed, resting her head back against the wall that she and Rick were both pinning themselves back against, just out of reach of the bullets flying in their direction. “Oh, fuck this,” she snapped. Reaching across Rick’s torso, she grabbed the gun from his hand, one that was much larger than the handgun that she always carried with her.

Rick’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he realized what she was doing. “Harley!” he yelled, like that was going to do anything to stop her.

Harley was already around the corner and shooting before Rick even finished calling out her name. He might not have been successful in stopping her, but Harley was certainly successful in getting both Rick and DuBois to come out from their somewhat safe waiting spots and start doing some damage to get them to move forward. It was reckless, but then again that was their whole purpose, wasn’t it?

When they made it to the makeshift checkpoint, Rick immediately pulled Harley off to the side. He kept his voice low, but anger was dripping off every word. “You’ve gotta stop doing that shit!”

“What?” she sounded genuinely confused, her eyes flitting back and forth between his face and his hand that was resting on her shoulder.

“What?” he repeated back, eyes wide. “Going out there with no cover! You could’a—”

“We always could’a, Flag,” she cut him off. “That’s kind of our whole thing here.”

“You just got outta the—”

“Can you two find time to do this later?” DuBois interrupted, annoyance heavy in his tone. “We have a fucking mission, in case you forgot.”

Both Harley and Rick had looks on their faces like they had plenty to say in response to his comment, but there wasn’t time to get into it all. Instead, they took it on the chin and got back to business. There would be time for arguing later.

No one had to be carried back to the chopper this time. A few of the team were limping, worse for wear, but nothing that some bandages, painkillers, and down-time wouldn’t fix. Rick and Harley were walking side-by-side at the front of the pack. They matched each other’s strides, but neither of them were looking at each other. Outside of orders and confirmations, there had been no discussion between the two of them, no side-commentary like they usually had.

They didn’t look at each other the whole flight back to Belle Reve.

“Alright, Quinn,” one of the guards said when they got back, “looks like you’re checkin’ out of Hotel Belle Reve.” He laughed. “For now, at least.”

“Screw you,” she snapped, taking the small bag containing the few things that she had on her when she was arrested and brought in the latest time.

Rick’s angry expression shifted to surprise. “That was it?”

“That was it?” she sounded shocked, almost offended. “How many missions have we done? At ten years a piece?”

He frowned, not having thought about it that way with her. Mostly because she never brought up that part of it whenever they were working, unlike everyone else who was vocal about the fact that they were only doing what they were doing with Task Force X because of what they were getting out of it.

“Right.”

She started walking towards the gate, still in her mission getup. “I’m getting the fuck outta here! See ya!”

It took him a moment, but Rick eventually got his legs working alongside the rest of him and he took off after her. It only took a few long strides to close the gap, but even once he was beside her again, it wasn’t as though Harley was turning to look at him or talk to him. He didn’t take his eyes off her, waiting for her anger to falter for even just a brief moment so she would glance over at him. With the speed that she was walking away, they were going to run out of parking lot soon.

“Just gonna follow me? Wait for me to slip up again?” Harley asked, still not looking at him.

“No. Can you—will you just stop?” he snapped, exasperated.

She huffed, loud and dramatic, but she didn’t keep walking. Folding her arms over her chest, she turned so that she was looking at him head-on. She waited a moment for him to speak up and say something, and when he didn’t, she raised her eyebrows and shook her head slightly. “Well? What?”

He furrowed his brows, the words that came out of his mouth not the ones that he had been planning on saying when he first started going after her. “What’re you gonna do now?”

She rolled her eyes, propping her hand on her hip. “That what you came here to ask me?” She paused. “And since when do you care so much, anyway?”

He shook his head, knowing that he couldn’t really blame her for her annoyance at the moment. “Just never thought about it.”

She sighed. “What do you want, Flag?”

“About earlier—”

“I know, I know,” she cut him off, throwing her hands up in defeat. “It was stupid, reckless—”

“Will you just let me fuckin’ talk?” he snapped.

She recoiled, knowing it was a little deserved. “Fine.”

He took a breath, straightening himself out and getting himself together. “It was stupid, and it was reckless,” he said, making the same small gestures with his hands that he did when he was getting serious while they were out on a mission. “The whole reason we get sent out there as a fuckin’ team is so no one has to do cowboy shit like that.”

She shrugged. “It worked, though.”

He shook his head, looking up at the sky for a moment before looking back at her again. “Yea. But what if it didn’t? What if you got shot again?”

“Since when are you so concerned about everyone’s safety?” She scoffed. “They call us the fucking Suicide Squad!”

“Yea, but that doesn’t mean you gotta live up to the name. You almost died last time!”

“I was fine! They didn’t even give me a cast!”

Rick knew it must’ve looked ridiculous, the two of them descending into a screaming match at the edge of the prison parking lot. But he was too deep in it now to let it go. “That doesn’t mean I wanted it to happen again!” Sucking in a deep breath, he let his head hang so that he was staring down at the blacktop. “Dammit, Harley, why do you have such a problem with that?”

When he finally peeled his gaze up from the pavement and looked at Harley, the anger had faded from her face. She had a smug grin on instead. “You were actually worried, huh?”

“Don’t.”

“You were!” She laughed and gave him a light shove. “Colonel Flag. Big ol’ mush.”

He was shaking his head, like that would undo the heat flaring up in his face. “Alright. Enough.”

“You could’a just said that.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I was tryin’ to get there but you started yellin’ at me before I could.”

She pointed at him. “You yelled at me first.”

“You took my gun,” he retorted.

She laughed. “I did. I did do that.”

They stood there silently for a moment before Rick finally asked, “Now what?”

Harley tilted her head slightly. She made a big show of thinking, like she was weighing out a dozen different options. Rick was watching her expectantly, unable to even pretend he knew what she was going to say to him next. More often than not, he didn’t know what to expect with her. But he really didn’t expect her to step in and kiss him. She did, though. She had one hand resting against the side of his face and Rick froze up for a moment at her touch before he finally kissed her back.

When she pulled away, she was still smiling. She watched him try and sputter out a few sentences before finally putting him out of his misery and saying something first. “Figured it took you that long to just say you were worriedabout me. Who knows how old I would’a been before you got around to kissin’ me.”

The laugh he let out was choked with surprise. “Wow. I—alright.”

“Whaddya say, Flag?” She batted her eyelashes, like she didn’t already have him hook, line, and sinker. “We leavin’? Or you gonna make me walk?”

He laughed as he nodded, already reaching for his keys. “We’re leavin’.”

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Mama - a Red Hood fanfic

Directly inspired by this post by @webshood

Excerpt:

You don’t jack a car in Crime Alley. And you definitely don’t jack a car in Crime Alley that almost certainly has a child in it.

The “Welcome To Gotham: 10 Things You Need To Know” pamphlets that Harley Quinn earnestly distributed to newcomers to the Gotham underworld were very clear about Red Hood’s list of Dos and Don’t.

Among the top Don’ts were:

Crime in Crime Alley

Crimes against women in Crime Alley

Crimes against children in Crime Alley

Mama

It wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been so goddam cute.

Felicia Aidia, barely a year old. Couldn’t quite walk yet, but she could stand unassisted for five seconds of startled jubilance before her own shock at the situation would send her flopping back on her adorable diapered butt. Huge almond eyes that were nearly black, wispy black hair and full pink cheeks, she looked altogether too cherubic to be real.

Felicia had been strapped safely in a booster seat, poking at the condensation on the window of the rideshare car she was in with her babysitter, when they were carjacked by an idiot with either a death wish or less situational awareness than a stoned beetle.

There was no other excuse for why this man jacked a She-Share, one of the brightly-marked cars in a fleet that was famous for being Gotham’s first rideshare company to boast child seats in every one of their vehicles at no extra cost.

They were famously affordable and primarily utilised by single parents in low-income areas such as Crime Alley.

You don’t jack a car in Crime Alley. And you definitely don’t jack a car in Crime Alley that almost certainly has a child in it.

Among the top Don’ts were:

Crime in Crime Alley

Crimes against women in Crime Alley

Crimes against children in Crime Alley

The car thief had shoved the driver and Felicia’s babysitter out of the vehicle but utterly failed to notice the giant car seat and the appropriately-sized child occupying it.

A city-wide Amber Alert was out within minutes, which honestly was pretty good considering it happened in Crime Alley and Gotham police liked to pretend that area was just a mysterious Bermuda Triangle kinda place where people just mysteriously went missing, who can say why, oh well, what can you do.

The police were fast but Red Hood was faster.

The vigilante was leaping across rooftops with the speed of a panther. One police helicopter pilot completely forgot their assignment and started following him instead of the stolen car. People livestreamed blurry videos of the car careening around corners that hadn’t yet been blocked off, panning up to catch a glimpse of red metal and brown leather streaking across the sky in pursuit.

The end was anticlimactic. Hood crashed onto the roof of the car from the awning of a deli like a feral beast and punched straight through the driver’s side window. He knocked the driver out and wrested control of the vehicle until it skidded to a stop a few blocks away from the official police cordon.

Before any officers got there, Hood had hogtied the unconscious car thief and carefully extracted Felicia from her carseat.

She let out a small, uncertain wail at the sight and sound of cheering locals, crowding close to film and too boisterous with relief to realise they were scaring a baby.

Felicia pouted. It had been loud, and then fast, and then unfamiliar, and then loud again, and suddenly she was outside, and she was supposed to be napping, and she didn’t know any of these people.

Wait, yes she did. The man cradling her protectively with one arm and holding the other out to the crowd, telling them to, “Back off, back off, give her some space,”, she’d seen him before. She didn’t know how but he was familiar. His big red face (no eyes, very strange, no mouth too! How did he suck his thumb?) wasn’t scary. He was the man on the wall painting! The big wall near the playground had a picture of him painted on it. The playground was safe, and he reminded her of the playground. He was holding her protectively and he was all nice and warm.

Felicia didn’t know many words. But she did know the word she used for the person who felt safest.

“Mama!” she said loudly, clinging to the red man’s arm. “Mama!”

“It’s okay, kiddo,” he said in a very soothing voice for someone without a mouth, “We’ll get your mom.”

A police officer arrived and tried to take Felicia away. She did not appreciate it.

“Mama!” she cried louder, torn between frustration and fear. No one ever listened to her! She reached for the red man. “MAMA!”

Well. Like we said. She was so goddam cute. All eyes were on her fat little face, her adorable, freshly-rescued, chubby little hands reaching out to Red Hood. Everyone was filming her on their phones.

And she called the Red Hood “Mama”, in a perfectly clear, tiny, adorable little baby voice.

Of course it went viral.

For a while, it was a fun in-joke between Gothamites. People playing vigilante bingo to see who they’d spot each night would jokingly ask each other if they’d seen “Mama” down by the docks. Goons blustered amongst themselves that “Mama” didn’t scare them, as they kept their heads down and prayed he didn’t notice them. One bold news website captioned a picture as “Red Hood/Mama” in a story about Felicia’s rescue, while the commenters lost their minds either rofl skull skull skull dying laughing or warning the editors that they should be careful in case the trigger-happy vigilante didn’t have a sense of humour.

Closer to Hood’s home though, the reception was different. And, to him, wholly unexpected.

It started with Felix, the 16-year-old who’d been a sex worker until Hood cleaned up the under-18 scene in the Alley, and who now helped shuttle street kids to the lowkey safehouses Hood and his team had set up. Felix was a good middleman the kids trusted to take them somewhere with food, water, electricity, and no one called CPS. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a good compromise until Hood could clean the stink out of the city’s social services.

Felix was smoking on a stack of crates one night, chatting to a couple of his friends, when Hood strolled over.

“Hola, Mama,” Felix greeted casually, taking a drag of his cigarette as his friends choked.

Hood just sighed. “Not you too.” With a weary exhale, he got to business. “I got those extra blankets you needed for the safehouse on Cedar. They’re at the Warehouse B if you want to run them over tonight. Sheila knows you’re coming, she’ll sort you out.”

And so, with Felix not dead and two witnesses with big mouths to tell the tale, word spread. It was open season on Red Hood’s new nickname.

“Hey, mama!” called the girls on the corner as Hood checked to make sure none of the johns had gotten too rough.

“Mama’s here!” crowed the gays and theys across the block as he dropped off condoms and hot soup.

“It’s mama!” announced the receptionist at the shelter when Red Hood stopped by to do an inventory check.

Everywhere he went.

Whatever. It would pass. People’s attention spans were shot to shit, and the loudest viral jokes always burnt out the fastest. At least, Hood was pretty sure. He wasn’t really online much but it was impossible to exist in the world without hearing a few meme references, and they always seemed to die out fast. When was the last time anyone talked about Baby Shark? Or that kid who said “corn” weird? This would blow over.

Granted, it was taking a bit longer than Hood initially expected.

When Dick gleefully changed his name in the Family Chat, Jason ignored it. He never replied to that thing anyway.

When Red Robin said, “Mama, you’re clear,” in perfectly neutral tones during an otherwise routine surveillance operation, and several comm lines immediately muted themselves, Jason ignored it.

When Damian’s new black kitten, with huge blue eyes and a white streak on the forehead, was named Mama, Jason started to get annoyed. Even DAMIAN?

When Roy answered his call with, “Mama, I missed you!” followed by thirty seconds of unhinged cackling, Jason hung up the phone and didn’t speak to Roy for three days.

When Cass used the ASL sign for Mom to relay information to him during a mission brief, his shoulders dropped.

When Alfred gave him an exquisite pink cupcake on the second Sunday of May, Jason thanked him, left the room, walked into the nearest bathroom, carefully put the cupcake on the bench, and screamed into a towel for six minutes.

When Duke finished a story about growing up in the Narrows with, “Mama knows what I’m talking about, right?”, Jason was defeated.

Fine. They win. Everyone wins.

He worked so hard on a legacy. He dug out of his own GRAVE. He clawed himself back from insanity and anger and reclaimed himself, reclaimed Red Hood, reclaimed his home. He carved a new space for himself, not quite a vigilante, not quite a villain. He made his own rules. He built an empire.

And now, he’s FUCKING Mama.

Life isn’t fair. Sometimes the Joker kills you and you sever heads and butcher bad guys and build up a reputation and then one goddam adorable child says two goddam syllables and you’re fucking MAMA for the rest of your goddam life.

Fuck it. He’s going home. He’s too tired for this shit.

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vodrae · 5 months

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Me writing fanfiction on Batman: Nooo, i can't say that, it's too much far away from canon

Tumblr: Did you know that in an alternate universe there is a Cthulu Batman ?

Me: So, Jason being raised by the Sirens.

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 8 months

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"What the fuck?"

Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.

She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.

Still, what the heck?

"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.

She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.

Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.

Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.

So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.

(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)

"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."

"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.

"Just…why?"

"Who cares?" Harley broke in.

"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"

"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."

"Really?" Selina said, half joking.

"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."

This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.

Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."

"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.

"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.

"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"

The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.

Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"

"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."

"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"

"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."

"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.

"No."

"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.

Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."

"Same conclusion I came to."

Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.

"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."

"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.

"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.

"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."

Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."

“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.

"And he's a weirdo, like us."

Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"

"It won't fail," he said confidently.

"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.

"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."

"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…

Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?

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spencer0o7 · 7 months

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soft harley quinn x fem reader gf hcs?

I’ve always loved harley quinn so i rlly love this idea 💗 (sorry it took me forever tho)

Harley LOVES hugging you. You’ll often cuddle on the couch together probably watching some movie musical. Harley definitely isn’t afraid of PDA either. She’ll kiss you, hold your hand or hug you in public. She loves you and isn’t afraid to show it.

“Harls everyone’s looking,” You giggle. “Let em look!”

You love doing eachother’s hair. If you have curly/coily hair she’ll learn to do styles on your hair type. You love having matching hairstyles, like both having braids or fun updo’s.

She loves helping you do your makeup (though be aware she likes doing experimental looks). You two often go on night outs, especially to nightclubs to get wasted. You’ll always look out for each other though. Harley will throw hands with any guy being creepy. You’re there if Harley ever gets so drunk she starts fighting the bartender.

Sleeping in bed with Harley is so chaotic. She for some reason cannot sleep without 9 blankets and she can’t share a single one with you. You’ll eventually fall asleep cold and freezing but you’ll wake up with Harley’s legs intertwined with yours and her arms around your waist. She’s a blanket hog but you love her.

Harley never goes grocery shopping with a list. Shopping with her is definitely and experience. Every 5 seconds Harley will pop up in front of you holding some random product and telling you about how she “NEEDS to have this.”

You’ll let her try to convince you about this “amazing” product she can’t live without for a bit till she eventually runs off to find something else to obsess about.

Cooking food together is how you love spending time together. You love cooking and Harley loves cooking with you (you’re always stopping her from putting ‘special ingredients’ in the food). If you ever find some new recipe you want to try, Harley will be right there with you buying the ingredients at a marketplace and following your instructions on what to do next in the kitchen.

“Next pour the stock into the rice,” You say reading from the recipe. “Aye aye chef,” She replied cheerfully. You watch as Harley pours the stock into the pan with the rice. She looks at you with excitement “What’s next?”

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liliesdiary · 5 months

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♡ Cillian Murphy Moodboards ♡

A little doll for this old man

♡ SCARECROW

Dr. Crane Locking His Doll Away

Nymphomania

Scarecrow Kidnaps His Baby Bat

Dr. Crane x Dr Harleen Quinzel

Dr Crane x Poison Ivy

Scarecrow x Cat Woman

The Throuple That Rules Arkham Asylum

Tear You Apart

♡ JACKSON RIPPNER

Jackson Rippner’s Partner

Tag, You're it

All Work, No Play

GoGo Dancer

Step Dad Jackson Rippner & His Good Girl

You're No Good For Me But I Want You

♡ PATRICIA KITTEN BRADEN

Kitten's Million Dollar Man

♡ CILLIAN MURPHY

Cillain Murphy's Doll

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ghostofskywalker · 4 months

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Hi 🫶🏼

Could u write Harley Quinn x fem reader who is her soft masc gf with the prompt “I need you to kiss me. Right now. Please.”

She/her pronouns pls❤️

hi! i'm sorry this is a little shorter but i hope the softness makes up for it <3

words: 462

summary: A quiet and happy morning spent with your girlfriend.

Let's Just Stay Here

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The first thing you heard when you opened your eyes in the morning was your girlfriend’s voice. “I need you to kiss me.”

“Whaaa?” you said, with a voice barely recognizable as your own. A quick glance at the clock on your bedside table confirmed that it was certainly too early for you to even be awake on a weekend, so you weren’t exactly on top of the ball at this point.

“Right now. Please,” Harley continued, and once you got your bearings there was no way you were going to deny her request. The morning sunlight filtered in through the chunky blinds in your bedroom, and you wrapped your arms around your girlfriend and pulled her into you as your lips molded together.

Okay, maybe you changed your mind about the whole morning thing. As far as wake up calls go, you would consider this one pretty perfect.

Blankets were practically thrown off the bed as you two tried to get as close to one another as physically possible, and once you were sufficiently intertwined, you absentmindedly ran your fingers through her hair as she laid on your chest.

“This is nice,” she mused, reaching up to run her hand down your face. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You paused before answering. “I don’t know,” you said. “We’re not always around at the same times I think.”

“Yeah, the whole saving the world thing gets in the way of this life sometimes.”

You laughed. “And of course, the crime does the same thing.”

She nodded sagely, even though she knew you were lightly teasing her. She had teased you enough times about being too good of a liar when it came to your job as a private detective, which sometimes directly conflicted with her lines of work. “Yeah, it’s not easy balancing some of this stuff.”

She snuggled back into you, and a comfortable silence fell over the two of you like a warm blanket. You never wanted to leave this moment, and even though you knew that there were things you needed to do today, nothing seemed important enough to cut this short.

You didn’t realize that Harley had fallen asleep until well after she had, and you spent a good few moments making sure she was as comfortable as possible before closing your eyes and returning to dreamland yourself.

Lists filled your head for a moment as you considered all the things that needed to be done today, and your stomach growled as your body wondered when you were going to get up and make breakfast.

But as good of an idea as breakfast sounded right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed and leave Harley. You could always order something for later anyway.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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