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Building up or breaking down of Harleen Quinzel	By : Risen86 Category: DC Verse Comics > Suicide Squad Views: 6735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Closing my eyes I try to relax as the steaming hot water streams through my hair sending rivulets of suds over my body. I can feel the tension stemming from my back into my shoulders then through to my neck; my head is pounding. I didn't even need to ask, as soon as I mentioned it to Dom he offered to massage it out and he was a complete gentleman when he did. Over the past two weeks Dom has been everything that I thought he'd be; he's sweet, thoughtful, obviously a family man and just a little bit naïve. He would be a perfect boyfriend and yet I'm definitely not interested. Putting my forehead against the pale yellow bathroom tiles, I exhale heavily.
The sound of my phone ringing jolts me from my thoughts; wrapping myself in my light blue nightgown I jump out of the shower and rush to pick it up.
"Hello?" I breathe into the phone.
"Hi Harleen." I recognize the voice and the tension in my shoulders immediately increases; it's one of the two voices that have become familiar to me over the past two weeks.
"Hey Quincy." My voice sounds tentative; I'm not sure what to make of him yet. During my frantic exit of his apartment on The Eventful Saturday I managed to drop my wallet and practically all my private information. Boy, am I a genius. I received a visit from him a few days later; he gave me my wallet back minus the fifty bucks cash that I know was in there. I didn't bother to mention it was missing and when he said he wanted to stay in contact I couldn't say no; a part of me didn't want to say no. He's my brother. He's called me almost every other day since.
Throwing myself on my bed I lie back and resign myself to chatting with him for a little while; about 15 minutes into the conversation I feel my stomach sink.
"Um Harl, I hate to ask but I need some help."
The alarms sound like a marching band in my head; I had suspected this would come.
"Yea?"
"I need some money. Harleen, I just… I just need a little bit. N-not much and I'll pay you back I swear."
I exhale sharply and shake my head "Quincy-"
"It's just $100 bucks. Please it's for my girl. She's sick and we need to get meds. I don't have the money! She'll die!"
I don't believe him, as much as I want to, but he's my brother and I spend more on shoes.
"…ok…" He starts to thank me when my doorbell rings and using that as an excuse I hang up the phone.
This month just keeps getting more and more fucked up… I think to myself, as I look through the peep whole in my door, I pull back, blink a few times then check again.
I yank the door open and stare with my jaw hanging, completely at a loss for words. My eyes weren't wrong.
Batman? What the fuck!
"Um…" is all I manage to get out before he pushes his way into my home. He immediately starts moving around, room-to-room like he's looking for something.
"Excuse me." I follow him trying to get his attention as he wanders around my sitting room. He doesn't listen and simply moves into my kitchen.
"Excuse me." I try again when he leaves the kitchen and goes to the laundry room.
"Excuse me!" I sound more annoyed now, he moves into my bedroom. He still pays no attention to me when he walks into the adjoining bathroom.
"Hey! What the fuck!" I finally yell at the top of my lungs when he steps on my underwear I haven't yet put in the hamper.
"You shouldn't be here. He broke out." He reprimands when he finally acknowledges me. I can feel the fury rising.
"Get the fuck out of my house." I yell. He takes a step forward "Listen lady, The Joker is out and you were his shrink. You need to get out of town before-"
I slap my hands on his chest "You need to get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops!"
It's hard to read his expressions under the black mask but I can tell he thinks I've lost my mind.
"He is going to try to kill you!"
"I can take care of myself B-man!" I say the last word mockingly "Now get out!"
My phone starts ringing again so I walk over and pick it up from where I left it on the bed. I check the call display; it's Dr. Schumer. I feel my stress level hit the ceiling; Dr. Schumer's behavior has gotten progressively worse over the past week even more so over the past few days. The sexual advances have become blatant and his complete lack of respect for my personal space, sometimes in front of other male doctors, is making me uncomfortable at work.
"Dr. Quinzel –" Batman sounds like he's about to lecture me.
In a fit of rage I pitch my phone and clock him right in the temple; he obviously was not expecting that. "Are you going to lecture me to death?" I yell at him.
"No, D-"
"Then get the fuck out!"
He turns and starts to walk out the front door "Just be careful Dr. and know I'll be keeping an eye on you."
"Get out you fucking creep!"
As soon as I hear the front door shut I march out and lock it then march back into my bathroom, put my damn underwear in the hamper and turn off my goddamn bedroom lights; I'm going to bed!
It was so hard trying to stay away from Joker when he was still in the asylum; I would sneak around the common room trying to catch glimpses of him… and now he is gone. Gone! I was surprised by the display that he left in my office; he'd killed Graham with my letter opener and stolen his pants… we assumed he'd kept his Arkham pants too because we couldn't find them anywhere; that made me smile. The stabbing should have appalled me, it was brutal and vicious but all I could feel was flattered that he'd come to see me before he broke out. He'd even left me a little purple sticky; it said 'See you soon -J ' and it made my heart race. Well it's been three days! Three days! Where is he? And now this antisocial creep with a bat obsession shows up at my door to warn me that Joker might show up!
"Is that a joke? Is the whole world going fucking crazy?" I scream in the darkness of my bedroom.
"No pumpkin, unfortunately it's just you right now."
My whole body jerks and my head snaps to the door; it's ajar and the light is shinning through the crack onto the bedroom floor. The features of the man standing in front of me are cast in shadow but I know who it is; I've been waiting for him. Reaching back with his foot he pushes the door until we hear it click shut blanketing the room in darkness again. My heart skips a beat and starts to race.
She doesn't scream; not even a whimper when she notices the blade in my hand, I was expecting that at least. I can still see how beautiful she is in the dark, her long blond hair damp and falling past her shoulders, wide blue eyes (is that adoration?) staring at me expectantly, nice firm breasts, a flat belly and a small waist attached to rounded hips. There is a definite tightening in my pants; my fingers itch to touch her …it's making me mad (not mad as in loopy, mad as in angry). She gazes at me as if in a thrall and parts her lips on a word.
"Hi."
Her voice is barely audible but the room is so still that I hear her perfectly. My eyes don't waver from her lips and I get the urge to kiss her. I stop moving towards her and my hand, previously swishing the switchblade, goes up to the side of my head; in an attempt to gain control (urgh) of my thoughts. I came to kill her not to kiss her!
"You're-" she starts again a little louder then stops as her eyes glance in passing at my switchblade before settling on my forehead " damaged." She finishes when she reads the new addition to my tattoos.
"Geez is it tattooed on my forehead?" I ask and I watch her eyes brighten in mirth. I smile back at her and start my journey towards her again. I notice she isn't backing away from me; the thrill makes my blood burn (Anger? Arousal? Angrousal?).
My lips turn down "Two weeks." I say simply.
Her eyes drop. "I'm sorry."
I dart the remaining distance between us slamming my hand on her mouth and bashing her head into the corner of the wooden door (that's gonna leave a bump). Her hands grip my cream-colored dress shirt to keep her body upright as she sways from the impact.
"Are you really?" I feign hope then slam her head back into the door again.
She groans; the sound sends sparks right down to my groin. "It was wrong. I would have been abusing my authority." Her words are muffled against my hand. I place my forehead against hers and laugh hysterically.
"How is your head?" My hand likes the feel of her a so I drag it from her mouth; letting it trail languidly down to her neck. "Because you are sorely overestimating the amount of authority you had over me."
My hand continues lazily along its path, it stops to cup a plump soft breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. I feel her exhale silently against my neck as she places her hand on her temple, "It hurts."
"Good." I sneer.
Taking her hand away from her temple she touches the side of my face then places her lips on the corner of my mouth in a soft kiss. It sends a pleasant blush of heat tingling down the side of my face and a surge of temper pounding through my chest. I knock the wind out of her by slamming her back into the door, and then I bring the switchblade up to her cheek and trail it down to her neck.
I frown "I'm going to kill him you know?" her large eyes, still glinting with what must be adoration, are confused. "That fool you are seeing. I am going to kill him. You should know that."
She shakes her head "No, there's no point. I don't want him." The anger pounding in my chest eases and I slash downwards with the blade. She exhales sharply, her hands grip my shoulders tightly but her eyes don't leave mine. I look at her torso when she does, I didn't cut her open like she probably thought I'd done but the cloth belt that held her nightgown closed has fallen on the floor and her nightgown is hanging open. I catch glimpses of rosy nipples, flawless white skin and toned muscle underneath it; they make my dick harden even more (I came to kill!).
"Your times up doctor." I have a hard time getting the words out but when I do she doesn't look scared; she doesn't even flinch for that matter (perfect…she's perfect).
"No it's not." She's absurdly confident considering she's half naked in a room with an infamous mass-murder. "Please. I want…" She stops, she must have read something in my expression because she continues "You like that? You like it when I beg?" she drags her hands down the front of my shirt and starts to kneel "I can do that for you. I can beg for you if that's what you want."
I stare dumbly at her, my mind unable to formulate much of anything coherent (other than WTF?); her behavior is completely out of left field and it's short-circuiting my brain.
She puts both her hands on my thighs and looks up at me, her blue eyes wide and filled with that thrilling emotion.
"Please, forgive me for not coming to see you for two weeks." She kisses the left joint between my groin and my thigh. I came to kill, goddamn it! I don't (won't) react.
"Please forgive me for spending time with Dom when what I really wanted to do was spend more time with you." She kisses the right joint between my groin and my thigh. I swallow.
"Pl-"
"Take it off!" I snap at her, she doesn't need to ask me what; she removes her hands from my thighs only long enough to drop her nightgown to the floor behind her.
"Please" she continues as if nothing just happened, as if she isn't now completely naked and on her knees in front of me "I missed you… I want you."
I came to- She kisses the underside of my cock through my slacks. I groan, then stab the switchblade in the door and fist both hands in her hair.
Ah fuck it. I can always kill her later…
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