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a-bluedream-posts · 9 months

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Harley Quinn by Araneesama

#harleen frances quinzel #harleen quinzel #harleen quinn #harley quinn #harley #harl #batman rogues #batman #joker #gotham city sirens #suicide squad #dc comics #dc fanart #dc girls #dc universe #dc #pinup art #araneesama

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incognitonio · 5 months

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Welcome to the clussy club, Pomni. We'll be watching your career with great interest.

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hoolay-boobs · 5 months

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She’s trying

Meme format made by @/moonflowerette

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pinkbarbiebabi · 16 days

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Harley Quinn

BLACK & WHITE + RED #10

#dc comics #comic books #harley quinn #batman #harleen quinn #harleen quinzel #comic art #dc universe #black + white + red

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celticcatgirl2 · 6 months

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“Introducing my children to weed drugs…the devil’s lettuce….I see Quinn….”

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bestwitchsam · 17 days

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turtledoesart · 7 months

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Harley : Omg! It feels so nostalgic- back then at Arkham there was also bunch of insane people arguing and trying to kill each other!

Batman : *inaudible grunt*

( Of course after that they sit down and ate Alfred's cookies together. )

Aka a new take on Harley's arrival at batcave at harley animated series!

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spooky-donut-ghost-house · 6 months

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DC makes Ivy and Selina hate each other because they knew that The Gotham City Sirens would be an unstoppable throuple

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muqingsleftnut · 1 year

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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Maddening Love

summary: harley never meant to become what she was afraid of. it seems she did though.

pairing: harley quinn x gn!reader (can be read as fem)

warnings: murder, gun violence, making out.

note: this has been in my drafts for a while, and I fricking love harley. thought she deserved some love, so please send in requests for her!!! <333

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Harley turns on her heel, huffing a hot breath into the cold winter air. “You don’t love me no more.”

You rush up to Harley, reaching out, but retract your hand at the last moment. “Harls, no, no, I do.” Frowning, you timidly place a hand on her cold shoulder.

With a fury you’ve never seen before in her eyes, Harley glares at you. “I don’t appreciate liars, cupcake.”

The venom in her words knocks you off guard, but you know Harley. You know she has her jealousies, when someone got too frisky with you, or when she herself was battling her own insecurities. You shake your head, knowing she needs comfort. It was something she’d always lacked in her relationship with him, so you were determined to give it to her.

“I’m no liar. I love you, Harley. Only you.” You wrap your arms around her, burying your head into her neck. Even if the position is uncomfortable, considering Harley is taller than you, and you need to be on your tip-toes, you hold out for as long as you can.

When your ankles are hurting, and your feet are aching, you lean away of her. You still keep yours arms wrapped around her neck, your left thumb brushing against her skin. Looking into her eyes, you see anger and hurt, but underneath there, there’s a look you’ve seen so many times. Insecurity.

“What’s got you upset, Harley?”

She shakes her head, softly biting her lip as she looks away from you. “Nothin’, it’s stupid.”

“Harley,” you pause, gently guiding her head back to you, “your feelings aren’t stupid. Please.”

Your eyebrows ease up and you try to dump all your emotions into your eyes. You pour all your love for her, your own insecurities, everything you hold, but you know that it’s useless. You felt too much for her, there’s was no possible way you could measure it to size, much less show all of it.

Harley caves, leaning down into you as her hands wrap around your sides. “You promise you love me?”

“Always.”

A small sniffle comes from Harley, and you feel your heart shatter. The shards from your heart pierce your lungs, making your breathing turn jagged. Tears of your own form and you don’t bother hiding them. “I will always love you, Harls.”

A minute of silence passes and you think you’ve reminded her, but her troubles overpower her, again.

“Prove it.”

Desperately, you nod your head.

“How?”

Harley’s head retreats from your neck and she meets your eyes. Her hand comes up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’d kill for you, Harls.”

She shakes her head, a beautifully crazed smile gracing her lips. “No, that’s too easy, sweetheart. The question is, would’ja love me if I killed?”

You nod your head hastily. “You cant scare me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Harley takes your hand, the other one pulling out a handgun as she retreats back into the nightclub you’d just left. “What if I shot up this joint, huh? What ‘bout then?”

“I’d take the blame.”

You quicken your pace, longing to be at her side.

“Would’ja?” she questions, back turned to the door. With a nod of your head, she kicks it open.

The once muffled music cuts through the December night, loud lights blind you as you trail after her inwards. Harley’s grip on your hand only tightens as she walks forward, handgun pressed to her side. Sweaty bodies collide against yours, and you’re reminded why you hate clubs. The bodies pushing and pulling at you make you sick, but when Harley’s hand is in yours, it drowns out anything else.

When she reaches dead center, she pulls you close to her. Harley leans down to your ear, practically yelling over the music.

“Would’ja be my New Years kiss?” she asks, giggling mischievously.

The crowd counts down, and as they reach two, you pull Harley downwards by her collar. Her lips meet yours on the last number, and her gun fires. People run around you and Harley, all desperate to escape their deaths. Bodies bump into you; but her lips planted firmly on yours ground you against them. Harley’s free hand grips the back on your neck, the other causing chaos. Screams fill your ears as Harley empties her clip, bullets flying in all directions, and you bring her back down to you again. Softly, Harley bites your lip, releasing it with a pop as she backs away.

You take a moment to look around. Bodies surround you two, and in a comical way, you make out a heart. Harley steps forward again, holding your chin back as you share air.

“Still love me now, honey?”

You nod, not bothering to address the cold barrel pointed at your head.

“What if I pulled the trigga?”

“Yes,” you husk out, not hesitating in the slightest. “You emptied your mag already, it wouldn’t do anything.”

“What if I had a bullet?”

You scan her eyes, her cold ones piercing through yours. It doesn’t bother you though, you have enough warmth and love to fill up hers. You’d gladly share it.

“Same answer, Harls. You can’t scare me away.”

Slowly, you bring her back down to you. Her warm lips greet yours, and you know you’ve smudged her lipstick. Harley pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw.

“You don’ care that imma killa?”

You shake your head slightly, still wanting her lips on your skin. “No.”

“No?” she asks, planting another kiss below your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, one of your hands holds Harley’s head as the other holds her lower back. “Not at all.”

Sirens blare around you, but you don’t mind. Harley whispers something incoherent, her hands on your hips having your full attention. You nod, mumbling yes, and her warm body is pulled out of yours. Your eyes snap open, desperately searching for pink and blue, but you can’t find it. As the doors bust open, and swarms of yells surround you, you drop to your knees. Cold metal clicks around your wrist as rough hands pull you up.

The shocking realization that Harley had left you hits like a brick, and you blink several times, with each one wishing this wasn’t true.

“Harls!” you yell, trashing against the cops.

A sob racks through your body as a hard object slams against your stomach. You gasp, heart shattered once again, the evidence burrowing itself deep in your lungs. You cry and plead, but when they toss you in a room, you don’t say a thing. Harley may have betrayed you, but you’d never fathom of doing the same. If she needed her reassurance for your love, this had to be it, right? The more you suffer, the more it shows you care. Harley would see you suffering, and she know you’d truly care for her. She’d get you out, she had to. The thought brought a smile to your lips, a giggle cracking them apart.

“You killed nine people, this isn’t a laughing matter.”

You look up to the detective, seeing his disappointed face. “I think it is.”

Another crazed smile paints itself on your lips.

“Who was with you?” he demands, hands slamming against the steel table.

You don’t flinch, not even moving a muscle as you stare at him. “Just me…”

“Those red lips on your neck say otherwise.”

“Can you blame a girl for having fun? Saw this cute blonde girl, made out with her for New Years, and then,” you pause, trying to build up dramatic suspense, “then I pumped her full of lead, ‘long with those eight other people.”

He nods his head. “Thanks for the confession. With that, you won’t be getting a trial,” he walks away, mumbling the last part of his sentence,”not like you crazies deserve one.”

You mock a salute to him on his way out.

Harley’d get you, she’d kill all these mediocre officers. A laugh surges through your broken lungs, wheezing out and shattering the silence.

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a-bluedream-posts · 10 months

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Harley Quinn On A Beach 02 by iamrudja

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incognitonio · 5 months

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Mini comic from last fanart. It's funny how most characters who are labelled 'clown girls' have a dark/tragic past, have killed/caused harm to others, have some sort of identity crisis and are lewded a lot by the fandom.

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liliesdiary · 5 months

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Dr Crane x Dr Harleen Quinzel

"You're so crazy, I want to crack your skull open and analyze that brain of yours."

"As long as you let me carve your heart out after, doctor."

"of course, my doll."

"Ha, you fit right into Arkham Asylum. How did you escape your room? Why did they put a nut job in charge of the nuthouse?"

"Careful now Harley, I love our time together but I will not hesitate to carve out that beautiful tongue of yours for speaking that way to me. You're not my colleague anymore, you're my plaything now."

"You don't own me."

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not-lame-llama · 2 months

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She doesn’t like being called Harley Quinn at first. It’s an old her, a version made by an awful man she had finally left. What was a girl without her name? Maybe she’d be Dr Quinzel again. She did still technically have a doctorate.

But then she had Ivy. Ivy called her Harls, and that was so, so much better. And then she had Bruce and all of his silly little kids, and they called her Quinzel and Quinn and Bonkers. They were okay, and it was fun for them to see what else she would respond to, something that didn’t feel like someone else’s name.

The first one to call her Harley again surprised her. Damian, stepping out of the shadows to politely ask her about her hyenas. And she realized she was okay hearing the name again. She realized she was Harley Quinn, and that no man could stop her. She realized she had love and people and no one would hurt her that way again. She wouldn’t let them.

#harley x ivy #harleen quinn #harley quinn #gotham #batfamily #batman #batfam #poison ivy #ivy #recovery #headcanon #red hood dc #dc joker #dc characters #dc universe

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hoolay-boobs · 7 months

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Harley Quinn themed bisexual flag!

Note: this is a bi flag based off of Harley Quinn; it is not solely colourpicked from her

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bestwitchsam · 17 days

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#lady gaga header #lady gaga icon #ladygaga #lady gaga #lady gaga icons #Lady gaga headers #dc universe #dcu #joaquin phoenix #joker: folie à deux #joker 2 #harley x joker #joker x harley #harleen quinn #harley quinn

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