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Call Out My Name. (Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader)

thankyoualexkingston-blog asked: Harley Quinn and Female reader Imagine: Reader is injured saving Harley from Joker When asked why she did it, she professes her love for Harley?

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, (the reader kills a man in defense) a lock down occurs in the story,

WC: 1.4k

A/N: I know i said requests are closed, but i really love Harley. This is in lieu with the imagine i wrote, where the Reader worked as a psychiatrist in the prison Harley was in. They grew fond of each other during her time there until Harley escapes, this is a rewrite of the last scene in suicide squad where harley escapes.

Some days at the Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary were calm, and easy to manage. Other days made you feel like a ship’s captain who was being forced to maneuver through a tumultuous storm that threatened to drag you under.

This was one of those days.

You had been in your office, finishing up a stack of paper work for the penitentiary when two interns raced in, sputtering about an attack with men in tactical gear and inmates running free. Up in an instant, you locked the door, pulling the blinds closed and turning the lights off.

“Under the desk,” You hissed, pulling a handgun from the lowest drawer. “Now.”

The two interns (who’s name tags read Bonnie and Arin,) crouched down and pressed themselves against the wall, under the blinds. You sat with them, heart racing, hands sweaty. Screams and cries echoed outside, but you were deadly silent. Your faces flashed through your mind, and you prayed that your colleagues were alright amid the panic. Another face flickered, and you remembered Harley.

Your heart stopped, and you were up in an instant. Harley was still sitting in that disgusting cage, and she wouldn’t be able to protect herself from guns with an espresso machine.

“What are you doing?” asked Bonnie, who wrung her hands in panic.

I need to check on Har-a patient,” you responded, turning the gun’s safety off. “This is just a precaution. You two stay here and don’t answer the door for anyone, including me or the police. When this is over, I’ll come back and unlock the door myself, okay?”

They both nodded furiously, and you handed Bonnie the decorative katana you kept on the back wall. You pointed to the sharp end. “This side goes through people; use it if you have to.”

You left, sneaking out into the dim hallway. It was surprisingly quiet for a prison riot; the halls were completely empty with no patients, doctors, or security guards running around. It was clear that the worst of the escaped patients and mercenaries had run past your office already. There were blood stains on the wall, pictures and tables were overturned, papers strewn everywhere. The visible chaos chilled you.

It was eerie. Every little noise made you jump, from the creaks in the linoleum, to the sudden sparks of the fluorescent lights.

You moved slowly, measuring every step. At the corner of the hallway, you turned left, and straight ahead was Harley’s room.

But in the way was Floyd Lawton. Deadshot.

You froze, stomach dropping to your shoes. Floyd was minding his own business, looking nonchalant among the spatter of dead guards and flickering lights. He was reading through a patient’s file, walking past the mess.

He saw you from the corner of his eye, and watched you approach. Floyd’s gaze moved from you to the gun drawn in your hand. He was never a troublesome patient. Of every patient, he was possibly the most polite, only if the doctors were respectful first, and you occasionally enjoyed your sessions with him. But in this situation, he was not your patient, and he had no reason to be polite or merciful.

“Hey, doc,” he said conversationally, tucking the file under his arm.

You kept the gun trained on him. “Evening, Mr. Lawton. I don’t suppose you know who caused all of this?”

He shrugged. “Heard something about the Joker breaking out his girl. Can’t be sure though.”

The gun in your hand shook as you skirted around the room. Skirted around him. “Thank you. Will you be staying with us?”

“Dunno yet. Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Alright.” You nodded. “if you do leave, say hello to your daughter for me.”

“Of course. You have a goodnight, ma’am.” He turned back to the file.

You ran to Harley’s room, bursting through the double metal doors. On the other side was a sight to behold.

You stood on the cat walk, watching the chaos below. The far wall had been blown to smithereens, with a SWAT team in unfamiliar uniforms marching too and fro.

Harley's enclosure was empty. The bars on one side were bent and busted open.

“Jesus,” you whispered, peering over the railing. You easily picked out Harley in her orange jumpsuit.

Next to her was the Joker.

They were arguing, she was insistent about something, and he was waving away her concern. Harley looked extremely annoyed and indignant.

“How do you know she isn’t dead?” Harley was asking. Her voice echoed in the massive cell.

“That’s enough from you!” The Joker was clearly not pleased. “After I go through the trouble of saving you, this is the thanks I get?”

She reared her head defiantly. “I want to know that she’s alive.”

“Baby,” he placated. “We’re going to break out of the nation’s hardest prison, and all you care about is some bitch doctor?”

You raised your gun. Just one shot and you could help end a huge percentage of Gotham’s troubles.

Were you suppose to close on eye. Your arm shook as you trained the gun on the Joker.

You took a deep breath before pulling the trigger.

The bang echoed almost violently in the cell. Joker went down, and all eyes were on you.

Fuck.

The faux SWAT team opened fire on the cat walk. You sprinted back into the hallway, watching a hail of bullets shatter the fluorescent lights.

“No!” Harley shouted, voice shrilly. “Don’t you fucking hurt her!”

The sound of boots on metal meant there were guards coming your way. You burst back into the empty hallway, racing back to your office. It was until you arrived at the waiting area, did you notice the sharp pain in your thigh. The adrenaline wore off, and you were left hobbling to safety with a bullet wound. Warm blood gushed out, making you dizzy.

“Fuck,” you choked out. “Fuck.”

There were footsteps from the corridor you came from. You dove behind the front desk, noticing the trail of blood that followed you.

The noise got louder and louder until-

“Gotham police! Hands where I can see them!” From the foyer’s doors, a swat team burst through.

There was a flash of bullets and bangs, then nothing.

Despite the commotion, black spots were beginning to dance in your vision. No matter how hard you tried to will them away, they grew until you could not see anything.

You were vaguely aware of a hand on your shoulder, pulling you into a sitting position, and a voice calling out your name.

It was panicked. You managed to open your leaden eyes for a moment, just to catch Harley’s frantic face. You sank into a restful slumber.

***

“The siege on Belle Reve, federal penitentiary ended in violence, with three dead and twelve wounded. Among the dead is nationally-known terrorist and gangster, the Joker, who allegedly planned and executed the coordinated the attack. We will now go to Gotham city where Commissioner Gordon will be releasing a statement...”

You pressed the remote’s power button.

The prison’s hospital was gracious enough to keep you until your release. You were propped up in bed, watching the news play the same stories over and over.

“Doctor Y/L/N, you have a visitor,” the nurse said, leaning slightly to catch your eye. She stepped aside to reveal Harley, hands free, ankles cuffed, with two guards standing wearily behind her.

“Heya,” she smiled weakly. “How ya been?”

You frowned a little bit. “Everything alright, Harley?”

She nodded, ponytails bouncing. “Just been thinking.”

“About what?”

There was that sad look again. “I put you in danger, Y/N. I put everyone at the prison in danger.”

“How could it be your fault?” You asked.

“He was there for me, wasn’t he?”

“You couldn’t have known.

there was a pause. “Were you scared?”

“I was terrified,” you sat up, wincing at the twinge in your ribs. “We didn’t know what was happening, or who was attacking a federal prison. Jesus, I was hiding in my office with two interns; That was the most scared I’ve ever been.”

For once, Harley said nothing.

“But I was safe in my office. I was scared for you.” Reaching out, you held Harley’s hand.

She frowned, but stayed uncharacteristically silent.

“I-I love you, Harley,” you said quietly so only she could hear. “I love you so much.”

“Really?”

“Of course I do.”

Harley grinned, gaining back some of her usual energy. She leaned over and pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek. “I love you too, miss.”

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subhuman-and-feedable · 2 years

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Finding A Family

This is literally just a written story version of my current Dark Side Logan Theory

Rating - T (unless stated otherwise)

CW: Implied manipulation

Prologue

The forest was dark. Logan was cursing himself for letting himself get so lost. the others had told him not to get near this area. The sides here would want to hurt him. That’s what his friend always told him. He tried to make sense of the many trees, but the snow was blinding. He couldn’t find any landmarks to guide him back home. He had to admit he was scared. He wanted to go home. The snow was burning his eyes and he wanted to curl up and die. All he’d wanted to do was find out more about that mysterious butterfly. It’s strange markings matched nothing in his many books on the subject of Lepidoptera, if he’d known he would get lost he would have stayed in the castle grounds where it was safe. He suddenly heard the sounds of someone trudging through the snow. For a second his spirits lifted, then he realized if anyone was here they were and enemy not a friend.

“Hello!” The voice called out. Logan froze. “I can hear you. Whoever you are I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Hello, I’m lost. Can you help me.” He asked.

“Yeah sure! Who are you?” The voice was kind. Logan was confused. Weren’t these people supposed to be cruel? He decided to find out more.

“I’m Logan.” He called out.

“Okay, I’m Patton and I’m Thomas’s morality. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll get you all warmed up.” His voice sounded friendly, Logan decided to trust Patton. “By the way, what side are you?”

“Oh! I’m Wrath.” The voice seemed to pause at that, but they walked together.

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1 Year Later.

Logan had decided to stay with the Lights. He wasn’t sure why exactly but something had compelled him to do so. Patton (who believed himself to be a father figure of the Light Sides) turned out to have already taken in two other sides. Roman and Remus were twin creativities. Logan hated Roman, he was uptight, snobby, and annoying. Remus was ok though. They liked doing experiments together. It was quite clear that Patton cared for Roman the most. Logan and Remus would sometimes debate who was second. Except each one argued for each other. Logan was convinced that as a creativity Remus was second, Remus always argued that Logan was slightly more well behave. They were in the middle of one of these debates when Patton called for Logan.

“Oooh Logan’s in trouuuble!” Remus joked. Logan began walking towards Patton’s voice.

“Hey Logan, I wanted to show you a cool science thing I’ve been working on. Do you want to see it?”

“Sure Patton, that sounds fun.” Maybe Patton was making an effort to care for him and Remus more equally, Logan thought. He followed Patton into the basement where he found a lab-like room. In the center was a giant glass cylinder. “What is this Patton?” Logan asked, bewildered by the sight.

“Well, let me show you.” Patton clicked a button and the cylinder opened. Logan gasped. It was a human-like frame. It wore a black polo shirt, blue jeans, work shoes, a blue necktie, and glasses.

“He looks like The Man” Logan commented. He wasn’t sure what else to say. The guy looked like a teacher, or a CEO.

“I made him. He’s gonna be the newest side! Isn’t it so cool Logan! I just need a power source for his personality and life. That’s why I brought you here. Your smart, and I thought maybe you could help. He’s going to be Thomas’s Logical side!” Patton Commented.

“I may be intelligent, but I don’t know much about creating life. I would say programming is your best bet, as for power, maybe look nuclear.” Logan reached out to touch the shell and instantly felt a strange tug in his stomach and then his vision changed. Half of him saw darkness, while a second sight saw Patton. Patton was smiling strangely. The odd thing was, it seemed he was looking from the shell’s point of view. His physical body banged on the walls of his dark enclosure and realized it was a heart like cavern. He was inside the shells heart. It was in this moment realized what was happening. This new side was to be his prison. He felt drowsy.

“You’ll find in the end I did this for everyone’s benefit. Now you can’t hurt Thomas. We’ll be happy and never worry about Thomas being mean ever again. Sleep tight.” Logan banged on the walls as all his energy was leached into the new side. The last thing he saw was the other side’s reflection In the mirror, then darkness.

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