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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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It took us eight months of planning to get that transaction organized with the West End Killers and about 5 seconds of bitch slapping from The Bat to get Michael 'Machine Gun' Gunner to sing like a blue bird. The transaction is officially a bust, lost money, lost drugs, pissed off partners, no 'Machine Gun' to gut and not so much as a giggle from Mr. J… It's making me nervous. He hasn't said much or laughed at all since he got into the backseat of the Denali earlier on this morning; he's usually a lot chattier when plans go to shit. If there is one thing that I've learned about Mr. J, it's that he thrives on best-laid plans going to waste. It's what keeps him busy; when everything is running smoothly he gets bored and his creative juices start flowing then we get daycare bombings, chemicals in the drinking water, provoking batman, he'll go so far as sabotaging his own businesses and inciting betrayal from his own people.
When I first started working for him I thought that it was the behavior of a lunatic; his motivations were beyond me. I mean he's obviously not motivated by money, I've seen him organize a heist, pull it off then shoot his accomplices and burn all the cash. He isn't motivated by fear, not fear of getting caught, not fear of batman, not fear of pain or even fear of death. He isn't motivated by power, although he's got a lot of it, he'll give up turf and leave it unclaimed just to watch the chaos that ensues from the war. Despite the rumors of homosexuality and all manner of sexual depravity, I can say he's never shown any interest in, never mind been motivated by, sex.
I won't say that I understand his motivations now but I can say that I'm not entirely convinced that he's insane anymore; or at least I don't think he's as insane as he lets on. Mr. J is a different kind of animal; I've heard people say there is a fine line between genius and insanity and Mr. J blurs that line. Despite all his eccentricities, he is still the most feared, the most respected and the most successful criminal in Gotham City. He is sitting on top of the world like a Mad God; envied by some, worshipped by many, respected by most and feared by all. To do that you need to be at least equal parts genius and insane.
I glance into the rear view mirror at him, his mouth is down turned in what is almost a caricature of a pout, I bring my eyes back to the road. The only thing worse than having Mr. J pouting is having him aim The Grin at you. That Dead-Eyed-Shark-Toothed-Grin; that smile that tells you only lucky men die peacefully. I glance at him in the mirror again, something is definitely up and I have a nagging feeling it has got to do with that hot broad he clearly fucked.
"Is everything alright boss?" I ask at the risk of my own neck. He draws his eyes away from the street and takes a sip from his glass of whisky.
"Jonniejonnie boy, I am… conflicted."
"About what, Mr. J? Maybe I can help?" When the killing mood is on him everyone is fair game so if I can nip this in the bud I can potentially avoid being collateral damage later on.
As if he can read my mind he downs the last of the whisky then aims the glass perfectly and hurls it out the window to knock a random cyclist on the head.
He looks back at me and deadpans "Sucks to be that guy…" Then he slouches back in his seat "Women."
I knew it! That bitch is going to be bad news for everybody!
"You mean that doctor lady?" I keep my voice as even as I can.
"Don't ask me stupid questions Frost. You know how much I dislike stupid questions." He's looking out the window again.
"I'm sorry Mr. J, I just -"
He exhales sharply "Are you going to ask me why I haven't killed her?"
My blood has turned to ice in my veins, he does that frequently, make you feel like your brain is cracked open and he can see everything in it. I take a quick peak in the rear view in hopes of gleaning something from his expression, I can tell nothing.
I take a deep breath "With all due respect Mr. J, it's a valid question." I can sense his eyes boring into the back of my head and the hair on my arms rise.
"What is it? You don't like her?" My fingers are cold but the car seems extremely hot all of a sudden.
"Uh it's not that Mr. J, it's just you've killed most of your doctors and if she's leaving you conflicted maybe you should just do her in as well. It will solve your problem." I glance at him and he's looking at me intently; for a second I can almost see my life flashing in front of my eyes but then he looks back out the window and I know he's let it go.
"You're very pragmatic Jonnieboy, have I ever told you that?"
"Yes, you have Mr. J."
"It's really very endearing." I'm not sure how to respond so instead I just keep driving.
"I did want her dead but she's proving to be so… so…" he trails off.
"If it's pussy you want boss it's not like the girls don't throw it at you. It doesn't need to be her-"
He snorts at that and I take a quick peek at him "Quality over quantity Jonniejonnie, more is not better. Quality is hard to find and death is so final."
"Respectfully Mr. J sounds to me like you want to have your cake and eat it to." I say as I pull into a large driveway with two white BMWs parked side by side.
He smiles at me "Mmm, well I think I can." He responds as I get out of the car to open his door.
He steps out, still shirtless from this morning, moves over well into my personal space and puts his hand on my face "Thanks for the heart-to-heart Jonnieboy, it was enlightening."
He turns around and starts walking towards our next order of business.
I made a date with Dom tonight; I'm going to break it off. After the night I had with Mr. J I can't pretend that I'm interested in Dom anymore and I don't want to lead him on, he deserves better. Getting up from my desk I turn my computer off then pick up my handbag and rummage through it for my keys, it takes a second but I find them and pull them out.
"I was hoping you were still here." My hand jolts and I drop my keys on the desk.
"Dr. Schumer." I gasp, "Jeez, you scared me." He smiles as I pick up my keys.
"I haven't been seeing you around much these past few weeks, Harleen." Yes, I've been doing my best to avoid him and my best is proving pretty damn good. I come around the desk and try to maneuver past him to get to the door but he puts a hand on my belly and pushes me in front of him.
"I want you to suck my dick."
"What?" It's all I can muster through the shock.
He walks towards me, backing me into my desk "I said, you slut," he grips one of my shoulders and puts his other hand on my breast "I want you to suck my dick." He puts pressure on me in an attempt to force me down. I grip the back of my desk in anger and I refuse to kneel, then lodging my foot behind his I lunge forward causing him to trip over my ankle and fall.
"I know, you bitch!" I hear him yell behind me as I run towards the exit "I saw you letting that freak touch you!"
I stop at the door heart racing and look back at him. "That's right cunt, I know." I can't see a lie in his eyes "I have proof. If you tell anyone about this you'll lose your license to practice."
I rush out to my car and when I'm safely inside, I put my head on the steering wheel and let the tears shudder out of me. When I finally get them under control, I start my car and I'm just about to put it in gear when my phone rings. I answer without checking the call display.
"Hey Harleen!" Hearing Quincy's voice I drop my head back onto my steering wheel and puff out a breath in exasperation.
"I'm not giving you any more money Quincy." I respond straight away, I already know where the conversation is heading. When I went over to his apartment to drop off the $100 I'd promised he'd asked me for an extra $100. I didn't have that much more cash on me but I gave him what extra I had and left. I've been waiting for this call since and now I'm drawing the line.
"Don't be like that Harleen." His voice is strained.
Rolling my eyes "I'm not going to give you drug money Quincy."
"Harls honestly it-"
"Don't call me again." I pull the phone away from my ear, hang up and drive away. I'm on the bridge when it starts ringing again; I glance at the call display and when 'QUINCY' flashes at me I throw it down into the water below.
My emotions are high and my tears are barely in check; I know that I should cancel my date with Dom but I won't. Mr. J is already out to get him, the faster I get him out of my life the safer he'll be.
My elbows are on the table fingers interlocked in front of my chin as I watch these morons squabble over the $180 million dollars worth of confiscated cocaine. It's amazing to see how much value they place on pieces of printed-paper (I'm the one who's crazy?); it would be comical if it weren't so pathetic (ah… what the hell?); I laugh. It's a low chuckle that comes out it short bursts of sound and it quickly gets the attention of everyone at the table. Their eyes are all on me and I sit back in my chair; it is pathetic but that was my money and when the world (in this case The Bat) slaps you in the face, you shoot it (his friends/family/loved ones) in the head.
"You are all avoiding The Big Bad Bat in the room." I tell them calmly; my head twitches up and to the side stretching my neck then, disbelieving, I freeze. There she is, sitting right in the middle of my restaurant, having dinner with … Dom (the dead man).
I'm sitting in a private room surrounded by one-way mirrors, I can see her but she can't see me. She's in a short white dress that shows an indecent amount of her long smooth legs, her hair is loose around her shoulders and her blue eyes, framed with black-rimmed glasses, are fixed on the man in front of her.
"J we c-" I ignore the voice and push up from my chair then shove the door to the main dining area open. I see Jonnieboy get up behind me but I gesture and instead of following me he exists the room and stands by the door.
I take hold of the first chair I walk by and drag it noisily along the floor then reaching her table I slam it down startling them both. Their heads whip over in my direction and I see her face turn and interesting shade of pale; Dom just looks confused. I sit down beside them and watch peacefully as they both stare at me, Harley looking paler by the second, Dom looking greener (it's a good look on him).
I grin at them "Well, what are the chances of this happening?" their tenuous silence breaks.
"Mr. J honestly it's not what it looks li-"
"Jesus Christ you are The Joker, I can't b-"
"Shut up." The silence falls over them briefly but then Dom offers his hand in a shake (really?) moving faster than he can react I grab hold of Harley's fork and jab it through the meat of his hand. Harley jerks up as if to jump up from the table but I grab her wrist and pull her back down into her seat. Dom is groaning.
"Eat." I order.
Harley reaches to pick up a spoon but I put my hand over hers "Not you."
"Mr. J, I was breaking up w-" I put my hand on her mouth to silence her; I can see my smile tattoo grinning back at me.
"I'm gonna get to you in a second pumpkin." I assure her; I use that same hand to reach into my mauve jacket and pull my gun out of its holster.
"Eat." I say again placing it on the table in front of me. He hesitates, he's having a hard time as Harley's fork is still jutting from his hand so I reach over and yank it out (See? I can be nice).
He fumbles awkwardly with the knife he picks up; the handle is slippery from his blood so I take it and cut a few pieces of steak for him. As he's picking up the pieces and masticating mechanically I feel Harley reach over and tug pleadingly on my jacket sleeve (aw isn't she sweet?).
I give her my attention "You know darlin' I met a woman a little while ago, enchanting lady" I ghost my index down her cheek "though not as beautiful as you.
She told me a very interesting story. It started with her meeting a man in a bar, a man she knew she was meant to be with the second she saw him, you know, love at first sight and all that bullshit. "
Dom starts running out of steak so I cut him a few more pieces.
"Well, after a few months the touching and blushing turned into passion in bedrooms and fucking in alleyways. It was emotional and physical bliss… until she found out that her man had trouble keeping his dick in his pants."
"We haven't-" I look at her and she stops talking
"He'd been fucking her friend." I continue with my story "Well most people would just leave after that… I mean that's how it works normally isn't it? You just pack your things and leave; let karma do the rest? This lady couldn't do that; see karma worked a little too slowly for her. So she called him over one evening to her friend's house and when he showed up, he found that she'd shot her six times in the head and set her body on fire." I hear Dom snivel and choke.
"That sniveling is making me want to hurt you." I warn him, Harley's hand is clutching my wrist now.
"You know what the funny thing is though?" I look back at Harley "Yea, she got thrown into Arkham for a very long time but when she got out he was waiting for her. There was a happily ever after for them… well at least until I slit her throat for chatting my ear off."
"Mr. J nothing has happened-"
"I haven't-" Dom started
"You haven't fucked her?" He shakes his head violently at me "You mean you haven't heard how thick her accent gets when she's begging for you or how she twitches around you when she comes."
He shakes his head again and I laugh, throwing my hands up in the air "Well then no harm no foul. I should just let you go right?"
"Yes, yes right." He agrees with me.
"Wrong!" I use one hand to grab Harley by the hair and yank her up with me as I get to my feet; the other hand picks up my gun and points it at his head.
"Tell me pumpkin wouldn't you say it takes a certain kind of person to be able to go back to a woman capable of that kind of violence?"
She doesn't say anything; her eyes are delightfully moist but there are no tears running down her cheeks. She nods her head at me.
"Tell me Dr. Quinzel, because I'm dying to know, are you that kind of person?"
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