Post by Raven on Sept 27, 2016 20:27:26 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: The Grumpy Mae (Mae)
Profile URL: roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Harleen+Quinzel
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Model/actor's name: Shermie-Cosplay
Name: Harleen Quinzel
Alter Ego: Harley Quinn
Age: Twenty-five
Birthday: September 11, 1985
Alignment: Bad
Height: 5'07"
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Physique: Somewhat curvy
Training: College Major in Psychiatry, Master's Degree in Psychiatry, PhD in Psychiatry, Gymnastic Classes, Self-Taught Combat Skills
Equipment: Pistols | Colorful Mallets | Baseball Bats | Rocket Launcher | Teddy Bear | Clown Doll | Dynamite | Gag items and accessories
Powers & Abilities
Ability - Acrobatics: Can do difficult and dangerous stunts and free-run, but can also use these things to her advantage.
Ability - Armed Combat: Can fight with any given weapon.
Ability - Hand-to-hand combat: Due to her self-taught weaponless combat, she's able to fend for herself but can be sloppy.
Ability - Psychiatry: Given her degree of Psychiatry, she's able to closely study her enemy - may it be repetitive behavior or mental illness.
Power - Immunity to most toxins: During a life threatening situation, Harley Quinn had her DNA altered by her close friend Poison Ivy. Since then, The Harlequin has been gifted with inhuman resistance to all manner of toxins, weather they are of liquid or gaseous nature.
Weakness
Weakness - Mental Illness: Harley was mentally, emotionally, and physically abused by her father but she begun to believe in the lie that she told about her father only being a petty thief and soon repressed the abuse until The Joker "opened Pandora's box" in one of their sessions.
Weakness - No Formal Training: She hasn't received proper hand-to-hand combat training, or armed combat training, so she's quite sloppy.
Weakness - Naivety: Harley is oblivious to the fact that The Joker is abusive towards her and often tries to kill her or set her up to take the heat.
Description
Appearance: Before Harley became Harley, she was Harleen: a psychiatrist dressed in your casual navy dress shirt and black long skirt with red heels and a white lab coat with waist length brown hair. But when she became Harley, she did a complete makeover to enhance a new identity: Harley Quinn.
Harley's outfit sometimes changes given her mood but she always sticks to red and black mismatched patterns. Currently she wears a red and black tank top with a red laced up vest with black buckles, pants with left cuff being red and the right being black, and three red diamonds on the top hip left side of her. She also wears a pair of black laced up knee high boots with red shoe-lace and wears her hair up in pigtails. While her appearance may change sometime, her face-paint and the like does not. She still wears your traditional classic white face-paint, and either a black eye mask or black eyeshadow.
Personality: Insane | Obsessive | Short-Tempered | Hyper | Intelligent | Wise | Sadistic
Origin
Harleen grew up in an abusive and broken home, though she repressed it as she grew up. Her father was mentally, physically, and emotionally abusive to her when a score went sour. He often called her a disgrace to the family and blamed her for her mother's death after giving birth to her. Eventually, the sour scores had the authority finally catching up to her father and he was sent to prison while she was sent to a foster home. She repressed the abusive memories and begun to live the lie she had told her social circle about her father - that he was just a petty thief who abandoned her.
She got a scholarship for gymnastics and she majored Psychiatry and when she graduated she begun her internship at Arkham Asylum. Earlier in her past, she begun to do research on all of the patients that were notorious for being in Arkham Asylum - including The Joker. Most of her research was on The Joker and she was oblivious to how obsessed she was over him until her current boyfriend - relationship going on two years - at the time made a joke about it, claiming that she was becoming more in love with a psychopath than with him. Two days later, she dumped him and had said he was right.
She requested to meet The Joker to her superiors saying that it was research for her to-be book on serial killers. Permission had been granted and she begun a daily session on The Joker. During one of their sessions, The Joker had asked about her father out of the blue. When she tried to change the topic, he continued to press her. This went on for several sessions until finally, she no longer denied the events that had happened in her past. He comforted her as she cried, with pity and false affection - but she was oblivious. The false reassurance he gave her was enough to make her fall madly in love with him.
Significant Relationships
The Joker: She was obsessed over him when she was a teenager and longed to meet him. Eventually, her wish became her objective that was soon complete. She gained permission to interview him on a daily and after several of their sessions, he has managed to successfully shatter her mind by continuiously bringing up trauamatic events that had happened between her and her father. Unknown to her, it was just a guessing game. She fell madly in love with him when he showed her comfort, even if it was false security, and she willingly broke him out of Arkham several times and became his on-again and off-again sidekick and girlfriend.
Poison Ivy: Otherwise known as "Red", Ivy is Harley's best friend and someone to go to when Harley and The Joker have a break from one another. Ivy has tried on multiple occasions to get Harley to leave The Joker and while she was successful, she also failed because Harley would always go back to him. Despite this, Ivy and Harley will always be best friends.
Batman: On countless occasions, Batman has managed to ruin her fun and her plans when The Joker has assigned a job for her to do. She sometimes seems to have a strong hatred for him, but on other occasions - like when she and The Joker had broken up - she'll either rat The Joker out or even go so far as to team up with Batman to take down The Joker. Such events usually leave Harley betraying Batman for the sake of her love for The Joker.
Nicholas Quinzel: Her father mentally, physically, and emotionally abused her every time one of his scores went sour. Eventually, the authority caught up to him and he was sent to prison and she was able to repress the abuse and live in the lie that he was nothing but a petty thief who abandoned her. He was also one of the reasons why she became a psychiraist.
Deadshot: Harley Quinn came to know Floyd Lawton / Deadshot through the multiple times she had been "recruited" into the Suicide Squad. After surving multiple missions together, Harley developed an odd "Friendship" with the hired gunman. However, Harley ended up having a severe fight with The Joker, which led to the two ending their relationship. After that, Harley grew "romantically interested" in Deadshot, mostly out of spite. Their relationship was very superficial, and didn't last long.
Catwoman: A member of Gotham's Sirens - a former trio gang with Selina, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn - though they were in a gang, Harley seemed to care deeply about Selena just as deeply as she did for Ivy. Soon after, the trio fell and at that point, Harley and Selina have an on-and-off friendship.
Audition Post
Gotham city - a cesspool for criminals preying on the weak, and the rich being dirty and oblivious. Luxury is a price to pay in this town - either by dirty money or bribery. The streets were dirty but the alleys were more dirty. Crimes that were committed would mostly consist of people being stupid enough to go through an abandoned alleyway at night instead of taking the streets like a reasonable human being. But hey, stupidity balances out the smart - which is why most of the crimes were committed in alleyways in the first place.
Harley Quinn was among the smart side of the balance-grid. She chose to stay behind at one of the many hideouts that The Joker owned while her goons went to fetch her next piece of meat to tenderize. She sat on a chair, her feet kicking back and forth as she hummed a tune - Mary Had A Little Lamb - and she kept her gaze firmly locked on the garage door that her goons would be appearing through at any second. Various bodies of meat hung on hooks all around the warehouse and the temperature was quite low in order to keep the meat from spoiling and the entire warehouse was almost completely black due to the lack of electricity.
She glanced up to a specific hook that hung above her head. It wasn't a body of meat but a woman dangling from the hook that held her handcuffs. She struggled and her cries were muffled against the gag that had been forced into her mouth and Harley just watched with the most amused expression on her face, as though she were watching a circus! For what felt like a long time, their eyes met and the woman who struggled against the hook struggled even more fiercely as though she knew what Harley was planning. Harley's full red lips parted to speak, but then, a man let out a muffled grunt and the garage door swung out and up against the ceiling and headlights flooded into the warehouse briefly as a van crept into the center of the abandoned building.
That smile that Harley had been wearing immediately fell into an infuriated scowl as a gloved hand came up to cover her eyes. "Turn yer' headlights on a lil' bit brighter whydon'tcha'?! PRETTY SURE I AIN'T BLIND YET!"
Her high pitch fifties-slang-speaking voice was heavy with sarcasm and at once, the driver behind the wheel turned the van off while the previous guy who had opened the garage door was struggling at getting the swinging door to remained close. It only backfired and the edge of the door swung back towards the ceiling while clocking him hard in the jaw.
The goon who laid defeated on the ground groaned and Harley became even more infuriated.
"It's got'a LEVER ya'know!" She quickly stood up from the seat she had been sitting on, went to stand in front of the van and jumped high enough to reach a string that hung just above their heads. With a harsh tug the garage door swung shut. "Ya' takin' notes, ya' big oaf?! The lever to th'garage door is ABOVE YER' HEADS! Jeeze-Louise ya' act like ya' ain't never worked an old-fashion garage door before!" She threw her hands up and turned around. "T'day's technology makes t'day's youth so stupid now! Useless! If Mista' Jay was here, HE'D CRACK YER' SKULL OPEN FER' BEIN' A DUMBASS, dumbass!" He only groaned in response. From the way he was gripping his mouth and bleeding, he had either bit his tongue completely off or he lost a tooth. Who cared.
She quickly regained her composure after her little rant and she spun 'round on the wedged heels of her boots to glare at the driver who now stood in front of her. He winced at her glare. "Didja' get th'fresh meat?" She glanced up towards the woman who had gone silent and just gawked in horror at the scene before her. The first goon nodded slowly and signaled to his remaining crew to pull open the van door and out popped a battered old man, bound and gagged. One of the goons bent down and pulled the older gentleman up to his feet and shoved him harshly towards Harley. He didn't even make it two steps before he collapsed in front of her. She just smiled in sadistic amusement.
"Hello there, Mista' Anderson. From what my goons tell me, ya' refusin' ta' give th'monthly rental fer' protection ya' owe ta' Mista' Jay. Somethin' 'bout.." She paused, her smile falling into a scowl once more, and leaned down close enough so she was met eye-to-eye with him and her voice shook as she continued, "his protection ain't reliable anymore?" He said nothing, only glared at her defiantly and bit even deeper into the cloth that gagged him. She erected her posture and stared at him for a moment longer before turning her head towards the nearest goon. "You. Go turn on th'lights an' bring me my toys. This lil' lamb don't wanna give Mama Mary its fleece." The goon was hesitate, but he nodded and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse.
"Ya' see, insults an' threats ta' Mista' Jay is somethin' I take quite seriously." She narrowed her glare back onto the crumbled man who's own glare never waivered. "When he hurts - I hurt, when he cries - I cry, an' so on." She bent down towards him and reached out to grip his chin between her fingers and she stared him dead in the eye. Her glare had melted into pure calmness - which was something to be frightened of when it came to Harley Quinn who was notorious for being so hyper-active and angry. "D'ya' feel th'same way fer' yer' wife, I wonder?" His eyes widened and with her hand still gripping his chin, she roughly turned his gaze in the direction of the bound woman who hung struggling against the hook and as if on cue, a spotlight was on her. Fear gripped his expression at the sight of her and he tried desperately to plea for her freedom, but whatever words he formed were muffled and unheard against the gag that kept his jaws from moving too much.
Another goon appeared with a tray of various tools - a knife, a gun, screwdrivers, a baseball bat, a syringe full of purple liquid, and a giant colorful sledge hammer. She released Anderson's chin and stood up to go to the tray and examine the tools. "Whatcha' say, Mista' Anderson? Should I use a knife an' slice her up? Or should I make her laugh herself t'death? Or-or-or!" She gasped and held up a screw driver. She was back to her hyper and giddy self. "Should I stab out her eyes an' feed 'em to ya'?!" She tossed the screw driver back onto the table and turned her head to stare at him from the corner of her eye, a wide, cheshire-like smile gripping at her lips. "Or should I jus' beat her 'til every bone in her body is cracked an' she bleeds from th'inside an' out? Ooh, I think I'll do that instead... Mista' Jay would be SO proud!" A squeal left her lips and she begun hopping from one foot to the other happily.
She stopped and pointed a finger at her goons. "You two! Hang 'im up in front o' her so they get in one final g'bye while I get ready ta' smash her insides in! Make sure he watches 'cuz I want 'im to see th'same agonizin' pain he puts me in when he refuses Mista' Jay!" The goons nodded and they reached down to grab and drag him away towards a nearby hook to hang him on. He struggled and howled against the gag, but not even a mouse across the warehouse could hear him.
Harley thought an hour was long enough for the couple to send in their goodbyes and she returned dressed for the occasion: a black and red striped baseball uniform with matching heels and a steel baseball bat with the words "I ♥ MISTA' JAY!" scribbled on the beaten and battered side of it in red. "Rack 'em up, boys! I think I've been kind 'nough ta' let 'em have their quiet alone time!" Of course it wasn't really quiet - they'd been crying the entire time and acting like if they scream loud enough someone would hear - which no one was going to hear. Harley made sure that the entire area was completely abandoned before she would bring her victims here.
A mechanical whirling roared in the building and the couple was lowered just a few inches off of the ground in front of Harley who was cupping her hands over her ears while she held the bat in her pit. When the roaring didn't stop, she immediately turned to face the machine that a goon was on with pure rage in her voice as she screamed; "YA' CAN SHUT THAT OFF NOW, YA' DINGUS! Cripes! Tryin'a' deafen me now?!" The roaring finally stopped and Harley took her hands off of her ears to exhale a sigh of relief as she turned to face the couple. "Sorry 'bout that! Minor technical difficulties! Anyway let's get back ta' th'game, yeah? Now, I assume ya' got yer' g'byes taken care of?" The couple were still gagged as they glared at her so they couldn't even answer her if they wanted to. "Gonna' take yer' silence as a 'yeah'. Alrighty then! LET'S PLAY BALL!"
She moved so she was standing directly behind the wife who's gaze was locked on her husband's. A gaze of understanding and acceptance and she seemed to mouth the words "I love you. Be safe." as best as she could with the cloth still restricting her jaw movements, but somehow, he managed catch it and his cries were even louder even as Harley begun savagely beating his wife with the bat.
She swung and she swung until the woman was just hanging limply by the hoods, her body battered and broken and even swinging in different directions. Anderson just looked on in pure horror. After several more hits with the baseball bat, Harley tossed the crooked weapon to the side and she walked to the same table that held more weapons and she picked up a butterfly knife. "Undress her." She spoke towards the goons without looking at them and eagerly, they obeyed. The corpse was naked as Harley returned to it and stared at Anderson over the corpse's shoulder. "This is all yer' fault, y'know. All ya' had ta' do was pay an' that was that. This wouldn't'a happened." Harley almost felt pity for him as she stared. There was no longer a light of hope in his eyes, he was emotionally dead and she was pretty sure as soon as she let him go he'd kill himself. Probably right outside the warehouse.
She stabbed the knife into the corpse's back and begun carving the first thing that came into her mind: The Joker's smile and the words "this is your fault, Mr. Anderson." Once she was done, she rotated the corpse around until the bleeding, carved up back of the corpse was facing Anderson. For a moment, he seemed to revive his defiant spirit with a violent jolt and jerk, but as quickly as the flicker of anger flash in his eyes, it dispersed.
After a while, Harley glanced to the side at her goons and gave a knowing flick of her wrist as she spoke. "Get rid o' th' corpse an' throw Mista' Anderson back inna' wild. When he wakes up, tell 'im th'next time he don't give Mary his fleece, she'll rip it off'a 'im." Though from the dead expression she saw on his face, he was probably going to commit suicide the second he realized what happened. They obeyed wordlessly and the warehouse was once more quiet all except for Harley's humming of Mary Had A Little Lamb.
Player Nickname: The Grumpy Mae (Mae)
Profile URL: roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Harleen+Quinzel
Do you want other role players to give you feed back?: Sure!
Model/actor's name: Shermie-Cosplay
Name: Harleen Quinzel
Alter Ego: Harley Quinn
Age: Twenty-five
Birthday: September 11, 1985
Alignment: Bad
Height: 5'07"
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Physique: Somewhat curvy
Training: College Major in Psychiatry, Master's Degree in Psychiatry, PhD in Psychiatry, Gymnastic Classes, Self-Taught Combat Skills
Equipment: Pistols | Colorful Mallets | Baseball Bats | Rocket Launcher | Teddy Bear | Clown Doll | Dynamite | Gag items and accessories
Powers & Abilities
Ability - Acrobatics: Can do difficult and dangerous stunts and free-run, but can also use these things to her advantage.
Ability - Armed Combat: Can fight with any given weapon.
Ability - Hand-to-hand combat: Due to her self-taught weaponless combat, she's able to fend for herself but can be sloppy.
Ability - Psychiatry: Given her degree of Psychiatry, she's able to closely study her enemy - may it be repetitive behavior or mental illness.
Power - Immunity to most toxins: During a life threatening situation, Harley Quinn had her DNA altered by her close friend Poison Ivy. Since then, The Harlequin has been gifted with inhuman resistance to all manner of toxins, weather they are of liquid or gaseous nature.
Weakness
Weakness - Mental Illness: Harley was mentally, emotionally, and physically abused by her father but she begun to believe in the lie that she told about her father only being a petty thief and soon repressed the abuse until The Joker "opened Pandora's box" in one of their sessions.
Weakness - No Formal Training: She hasn't received proper hand-to-hand combat training, or armed combat training, so she's quite sloppy.
Weakness - Naivety: Harley is oblivious to the fact that The Joker is abusive towards her and often tries to kill her or set her up to take the heat.
Description
Appearance: Before Harley became Harley, she was Harleen: a psychiatrist dressed in your casual navy dress shirt and black long skirt with red heels and a white lab coat with waist length brown hair. But when she became Harley, she did a complete makeover to enhance a new identity: Harley Quinn.
Harley's outfit sometimes changes given her mood but she always sticks to red and black mismatched patterns. Currently she wears a red and black tank top with a red laced up vest with black buckles, pants with left cuff being red and the right being black, and three red diamonds on the top hip left side of her. She also wears a pair of black laced up knee high boots with red shoe-lace and wears her hair up in pigtails. While her appearance may change sometime, her face-paint and the like does not. She still wears your traditional classic white face-paint, and either a black eye mask or black eyeshadow.
Personality: Insane | Obsessive | Short-Tempered | Hyper | Intelligent | Wise | Sadistic
Origin
Harleen grew up in an abusive and broken home, though she repressed it as she grew up. Her father was mentally, physically, and emotionally abusive to her when a score went sour. He often called her a disgrace to the family and blamed her for her mother's death after giving birth to her. Eventually, the sour scores had the authority finally catching up to her father and he was sent to prison while she was sent to a foster home. She repressed the abusive memories and begun to live the lie she had told her social circle about her father - that he was just a petty thief who abandoned her.
She got a scholarship for gymnastics and she majored Psychiatry and when she graduated she begun her internship at Arkham Asylum. Earlier in her past, she begun to do research on all of the patients that were notorious for being in Arkham Asylum - including The Joker. Most of her research was on The Joker and she was oblivious to how obsessed she was over him until her current boyfriend - relationship going on two years - at the time made a joke about it, claiming that she was becoming more in love with a psychopath than with him. Two days later, she dumped him and had said he was right.
She requested to meet The Joker to her superiors saying that it was research for her to-be book on serial killers. Permission had been granted and she begun a daily session on The Joker. During one of their sessions, The Joker had asked about her father out of the blue. When she tried to change the topic, he continued to press her. This went on for several sessions until finally, she no longer denied the events that had happened in her past. He comforted her as she cried, with pity and false affection - but she was oblivious. The false reassurance he gave her was enough to make her fall madly in love with him.
Significant Relationships
The Joker: She was obsessed over him when she was a teenager and longed to meet him. Eventually, her wish became her objective that was soon complete. She gained permission to interview him on a daily and after several of their sessions, he has managed to successfully shatter her mind by continuiously bringing up trauamatic events that had happened between her and her father. Unknown to her, it was just a guessing game. She fell madly in love with him when he showed her comfort, even if it was false security, and she willingly broke him out of Arkham several times and became his on-again and off-again sidekick and girlfriend.
Poison Ivy: Otherwise known as "Red", Ivy is Harley's best friend and someone to go to when Harley and The Joker have a break from one another. Ivy has tried on multiple occasions to get Harley to leave The Joker and while she was successful, she also failed because Harley would always go back to him. Despite this, Ivy and Harley will always be best friends.
Batman: On countless occasions, Batman has managed to ruin her fun and her plans when The Joker has assigned a job for her to do. She sometimes seems to have a strong hatred for him, but on other occasions - like when she and The Joker had broken up - she'll either rat The Joker out or even go so far as to team up with Batman to take down The Joker. Such events usually leave Harley betraying Batman for the sake of her love for The Joker.
Nicholas Quinzel: Her father mentally, physically, and emotionally abused her every time one of his scores went sour. Eventually, the authority caught up to him and he was sent to prison and she was able to repress the abuse and live in the lie that he was nothing but a petty thief who abandoned her. He was also one of the reasons why she became a psychiraist.
Deadshot: Harley Quinn came to know Floyd Lawton / Deadshot through the multiple times she had been "recruited" into the Suicide Squad. After surving multiple missions together, Harley developed an odd "Friendship" with the hired gunman. However, Harley ended up having a severe fight with The Joker, which led to the two ending their relationship. After that, Harley grew "romantically interested" in Deadshot, mostly out of spite. Their relationship was very superficial, and didn't last long.
Catwoman: A member of Gotham's Sirens - a former trio gang with Selina, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn - though they were in a gang, Harley seemed to care deeply about Selena just as deeply as she did for Ivy. Soon after, the trio fell and at that point, Harley and Selina have an on-and-off friendship.
Audition Post
Gotham city - a cesspool for criminals preying on the weak, and the rich being dirty and oblivious. Luxury is a price to pay in this town - either by dirty money or bribery. The streets were dirty but the alleys were more dirty. Crimes that were committed would mostly consist of people being stupid enough to go through an abandoned alleyway at night instead of taking the streets like a reasonable human being. But hey, stupidity balances out the smart - which is why most of the crimes were committed in alleyways in the first place.
Harley Quinn was among the smart side of the balance-grid. She chose to stay behind at one of the many hideouts that The Joker owned while her goons went to fetch her next piece of meat to tenderize. She sat on a chair, her feet kicking back and forth as she hummed a tune - Mary Had A Little Lamb - and she kept her gaze firmly locked on the garage door that her goons would be appearing through at any second. Various bodies of meat hung on hooks all around the warehouse and the temperature was quite low in order to keep the meat from spoiling and the entire warehouse was almost completely black due to the lack of electricity.
She glanced up to a specific hook that hung above her head. It wasn't a body of meat but a woman dangling from the hook that held her handcuffs. She struggled and her cries were muffled against the gag that had been forced into her mouth and Harley just watched with the most amused expression on her face, as though she were watching a circus! For what felt like a long time, their eyes met and the woman who struggled against the hook struggled even more fiercely as though she knew what Harley was planning. Harley's full red lips parted to speak, but then, a man let out a muffled grunt and the garage door swung out and up against the ceiling and headlights flooded into the warehouse briefly as a van crept into the center of the abandoned building.
That smile that Harley had been wearing immediately fell into an infuriated scowl as a gloved hand came up to cover her eyes. "Turn yer' headlights on a lil' bit brighter whydon'tcha'?! PRETTY SURE I AIN'T BLIND YET!"
Her high pitch fifties-slang-speaking voice was heavy with sarcasm and at once, the driver behind the wheel turned the van off while the previous guy who had opened the garage door was struggling at getting the swinging door to remained close. It only backfired and the edge of the door swung back towards the ceiling while clocking him hard in the jaw.
The goon who laid defeated on the ground groaned and Harley became even more infuriated.
"It's got'a LEVER ya'know!" She quickly stood up from the seat she had been sitting on, went to stand in front of the van and jumped high enough to reach a string that hung just above their heads. With a harsh tug the garage door swung shut. "Ya' takin' notes, ya' big oaf?! The lever to th'garage door is ABOVE YER' HEADS! Jeeze-Louise ya' act like ya' ain't never worked an old-fashion garage door before!" She threw her hands up and turned around. "T'day's technology makes t'day's youth so stupid now! Useless! If Mista' Jay was here, HE'D CRACK YER' SKULL OPEN FER' BEIN' A DUMBASS, dumbass!" He only groaned in response. From the way he was gripping his mouth and bleeding, he had either bit his tongue completely off or he lost a tooth. Who cared.
She quickly regained her composure after her little rant and she spun 'round on the wedged heels of her boots to glare at the driver who now stood in front of her. He winced at her glare. "Didja' get th'fresh meat?" She glanced up towards the woman who had gone silent and just gawked in horror at the scene before her. The first goon nodded slowly and signaled to his remaining crew to pull open the van door and out popped a battered old man, bound and gagged. One of the goons bent down and pulled the older gentleman up to his feet and shoved him harshly towards Harley. He didn't even make it two steps before he collapsed in front of her. She just smiled in sadistic amusement.
"Hello there, Mista' Anderson. From what my goons tell me, ya' refusin' ta' give th'monthly rental fer' protection ya' owe ta' Mista' Jay. Somethin' 'bout.." She paused, her smile falling into a scowl once more, and leaned down close enough so she was met eye-to-eye with him and her voice shook as she continued, "his protection ain't reliable anymore?" He said nothing, only glared at her defiantly and bit even deeper into the cloth that gagged him. She erected her posture and stared at him for a moment longer before turning her head towards the nearest goon. "You. Go turn on th'lights an' bring me my toys. This lil' lamb don't wanna give Mama Mary its fleece." The goon was hesitate, but he nodded and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse.
"Ya' see, insults an' threats ta' Mista' Jay is somethin' I take quite seriously." She narrowed her glare back onto the crumbled man who's own glare never waivered. "When he hurts - I hurt, when he cries - I cry, an' so on." She bent down towards him and reached out to grip his chin between her fingers and she stared him dead in the eye. Her glare had melted into pure calmness - which was something to be frightened of when it came to Harley Quinn who was notorious for being so hyper-active and angry. "D'ya' feel th'same way fer' yer' wife, I wonder?" His eyes widened and with her hand still gripping his chin, she roughly turned his gaze in the direction of the bound woman who hung struggling against the hook and as if on cue, a spotlight was on her. Fear gripped his expression at the sight of her and he tried desperately to plea for her freedom, but whatever words he formed were muffled and unheard against the gag that kept his jaws from moving too much.
Another goon appeared with a tray of various tools - a knife, a gun, screwdrivers, a baseball bat, a syringe full of purple liquid, and a giant colorful sledge hammer. She released Anderson's chin and stood up to go to the tray and examine the tools. "Whatcha' say, Mista' Anderson? Should I use a knife an' slice her up? Or should I make her laugh herself t'death? Or-or-or!" She gasped and held up a screw driver. She was back to her hyper and giddy self. "Should I stab out her eyes an' feed 'em to ya'?!" She tossed the screw driver back onto the table and turned her head to stare at him from the corner of her eye, a wide, cheshire-like smile gripping at her lips. "Or should I jus' beat her 'til every bone in her body is cracked an' she bleeds from th'inside an' out? Ooh, I think I'll do that instead... Mista' Jay would be SO proud!" A squeal left her lips and she begun hopping from one foot to the other happily.
She stopped and pointed a finger at her goons. "You two! Hang 'im up in front o' her so they get in one final g'bye while I get ready ta' smash her insides in! Make sure he watches 'cuz I want 'im to see th'same agonizin' pain he puts me in when he refuses Mista' Jay!" The goons nodded and they reached down to grab and drag him away towards a nearby hook to hang him on. He struggled and howled against the gag, but not even a mouse across the warehouse could hear him.
Harley thought an hour was long enough for the couple to send in their goodbyes and she returned dressed for the occasion: a black and red striped baseball uniform with matching heels and a steel baseball bat with the words "I ♥ MISTA' JAY!" scribbled on the beaten and battered side of it in red. "Rack 'em up, boys! I think I've been kind 'nough ta' let 'em have their quiet alone time!" Of course it wasn't really quiet - they'd been crying the entire time and acting like if they scream loud enough someone would hear - which no one was going to hear. Harley made sure that the entire area was completely abandoned before she would bring her victims here.
A mechanical whirling roared in the building and the couple was lowered just a few inches off of the ground in front of Harley who was cupping her hands over her ears while she held the bat in her pit. When the roaring didn't stop, she immediately turned to face the machine that a goon was on with pure rage in her voice as she screamed; "YA' CAN SHUT THAT OFF NOW, YA' DINGUS! Cripes! Tryin'a' deafen me now?!" The roaring finally stopped and Harley took her hands off of her ears to exhale a sigh of relief as she turned to face the couple. "Sorry 'bout that! Minor technical difficulties! Anyway let's get back ta' th'game, yeah? Now, I assume ya' got yer' g'byes taken care of?" The couple were still gagged as they glared at her so they couldn't even answer her if they wanted to. "Gonna' take yer' silence as a 'yeah'. Alrighty then! LET'S PLAY BALL!"
She moved so she was standing directly behind the wife who's gaze was locked on her husband's. A gaze of understanding and acceptance and she seemed to mouth the words "I love you. Be safe." as best as she could with the cloth still restricting her jaw movements, but somehow, he managed catch it and his cries were even louder even as Harley begun savagely beating his wife with the bat.
She swung and she swung until the woman was just hanging limply by the hoods, her body battered and broken and even swinging in different directions. Anderson just looked on in pure horror. After several more hits with the baseball bat, Harley tossed the crooked weapon to the side and she walked to the same table that held more weapons and she picked up a butterfly knife. "Undress her." She spoke towards the goons without looking at them and eagerly, they obeyed. The corpse was naked as Harley returned to it and stared at Anderson over the corpse's shoulder. "This is all yer' fault, y'know. All ya' had ta' do was pay an' that was that. This wouldn't'a happened." Harley almost felt pity for him as she stared. There was no longer a light of hope in his eyes, he was emotionally dead and she was pretty sure as soon as she let him go he'd kill himself. Probably right outside the warehouse.
She stabbed the knife into the corpse's back and begun carving the first thing that came into her mind: The Joker's smile and the words "this is your fault, Mr. Anderson." Once she was done, she rotated the corpse around until the bleeding, carved up back of the corpse was facing Anderson. For a moment, he seemed to revive his defiant spirit with a violent jolt and jerk, but as quickly as the flicker of anger flash in his eyes, it dispersed.
After a while, Harley glanced to the side at her goons and gave a knowing flick of her wrist as she spoke. "Get rid o' th' corpse an' throw Mista' Anderson back inna' wild. When he wakes up, tell 'im th'next time he don't give Mary his fleece, she'll rip it off'a 'im." Though from the dead expression she saw on his face, he was probably going to commit suicide the second he realized what happened. They obeyed wordlessly and the warehouse was once more quiet all except for Harley's humming of Mary Had A Little Lamb.
