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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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"Tell me Dr. Quinzel, because I'm dying to know, are you that kind of person?"
It's weird how, looking back at decisions you've made, your mistakes can seem so glaringly obvious; when, at the time you made them, they seemed like the only choices that made any sense. Staring into the cold anger of Mr.J's eyes it's clear to me now that I should never have asked Dom out. I should never have avoided Mr. J for as long as I did, I should never have met up with Dom, even just to break up with him, and I should never have told myself any of that was 'doing the right thing'.
"Come on darlin'." I hear Mr. J urge, "My arm is getting tiered and the suspense is killing us… well mostly it's just going to kill him."
All I can do is stare at them as tears well in my eyes; I don't want to answer his question. I don't know how to answer his question; I want to tell him that I'm not that type of person but the words won't come out. I don't know if it's true. The only two things that I know at this moment are that I like the harshness of his fist in my hair, it feels just as right now as it did when he was fucking me; the second is that Dom doesn't deserve to die.
"I don't want him to die." I respond as the tears finally start spilling down my cheeks.
"Oh, come here baby." He sighs when he sees my tears.
"Come to daddy." The grip of his hand in my hair relaxes; he pets me, caressing the strands and sending a pleasant tingling throughout my scalp to replace the pain. Gripping the back of my head he brings me against his firm body and puts his mouth on me. My eyelids fall shut as his lips work against mine, I open to him enjoying the feel of possession that comes pouring into my body.
He breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes "I told you what would happen pumpkin, didn't I?" He places another quick kiss on my lips and drops his hand to my waist "He's already dead." Despite his earlier statement his gun arm doesn't tremble or show any signs of fatigue while he presses against me. "You've already killed him."
He puts his lips against my ear; my stomach sinks and butterflies burst in my belly "You like to pretend at The Civilized Dr. Quinzel but there is a monster in you."
I shake my head at him and he laughs wholeheartedly, I worry that his gun will misfire "You would have to lie to him" he pokes Dom in the head a few times with the weapon "You would have to lie to everyone else but, darlin', you don't have to lie to me."
Dropping his gun arm finally, he takes ahold of my hand and places the glock in it. I immediately start sobbing loudly and resist by refusing to hold it.
"I promise I will make him suffer if you don't hold this gun!" He snaps at me, Dom starts to sob as well. Mr. J grabs him by the neck and slams his face into the plate in front on him. Once, twice, three times and Dom falls on the ground; his crushed nose gushing blood all over the carpet.
"I told them not to put a carpet in here!" Mr. J yells, "Are you going to replace that?" He asks Dom as he aims the gun at his thigh but before he can fire I snatch the gun from his hand.
"Good girl." He praises me, his expression switching instantly from a mask of rage to a look of complete satisfaction "Now, I need you to be daddy's lil' monster and pull that trigger for me."
When I try to step away from him this time he lets me; I look at Dom whose face is turned down hands clasped in prayer then up to Frost at the other end of the room. The restaurant that was filled with staff and customers just a little while ago has emptied out and I wonder, as I sense myself begin to float outside of my body, how so many people could have left without my noticing. I blink a few times at my fingers as they flex around the grip of the glock; I'm in awe of how I could be in control of a body when I feel so completely apart from it.
There is a term for this, the distant voice of the psychiatrist in my brain whispers, dissociation.
I feel the racing of my heart begin to slow down, the trembling of my hands steadies and the tears stop. I force myself to look away from the piece and into Mr.J's eyes; those beautiful, vicious blue eyes. I've wanted him more than anything else since I visited his cell and found comfort in his arms, then out of desperation to 'do the right thing' I tried to deprive myself of him and I punished him in the process. It only makes sense for him to be angry and here he's given me the power to make things bet-
A loud crash sounds behind me, followed very quickly by a shower of glass; tiny shards pepper my bare arms and legs speckling my body with angry little nicks and cuts. I glimpse, from the corner of my eye, a black mass careening towards me before I'm lifted off the ground and travel in the air away from Mr. J. I land roughly but my training compels my body to tuck into a roll, softening the landing and twisting me back onto my feet.
The abruptness snaps my perception back into place and I whirl around to find Batman standing in front of me; he throws his arm around my shoulder as gunfire starts exploding at us.
"Get down!" he drags me to the floor and flips a nearby table over to shield us from the onslaught.
"Where is he!" I shriek frantically; I try to dislodge Batman's arm so I can peer around the overturned table but the man's grip is like steel.
"He's still on the floor. He's bleeding." my heart sinks and panicked tears prick my eyes again.
No!
"W-was he shot?" I barely manage to get the question out, Batman isn't paying any attention to me he's looking over the table. Grabbing his ridiculous cape I pull him backwards.
"Was he shot!" the tears are spilling freely down my cheeks again. He pushes me onto my haunches then places his hands on my shoulders.
"No, don't worry the kid is fine. Stay here! The cops will get him." As if on cue I hear the sirens of approaching police cars.
"The kid?" I mumble then it dawns on me as I watch him skulk away; he thinks I'm talking about Dom. I'm not, I'd completely forgotten about Dom and in this moment I couldn't care less if he was dead.
"Good God Guano-man! You really have a knack for over the top entrances… and ruining memorable occasions …and just being a general pain in my fucking ass, you know that?"
The relief that washes over me does funny things to my stomach and a grin just about splits my face in two. He's fine; I mean, of course he's fine! What was I thinking? I peek over the table to where the voice is coming from and I see a pale tattooed hand shoot off a few more bullets.
"I really missed you Batsy." I giggle in relief at his antics.
The sirens are just outside now and the sounds of a few bullets being fired by a handful of gangsters becomes crescendo gunshots; the police didn't bother trying to talk them down and the already precarious situation turns into a full-blown shootout.
Staying on my hands and knees I begin to crawl towards Mr. J making sure to stay as hidden as possible.
I use the heel of my hand to knock my last clip into the glock and my mind wanders to it's twin that I'd handed over to Harley earlier on; it would be nice if she'd use the goddamn thing. Shoot the cops, shoot The Bat, shoot the boys, hell shoot me if she has to just shoot something! What a waste of perfectly good, perfectly lethal ammo!
I glance at the entrance to the private dining room and see that the boys have cleared out and are slowly making their way, guns ablazin', to the rear exit; they (geniuses the lot of them) are most likely throwing themselves right into the waiting arms of GCPD.
Frost on the other hand has taken cover in the doorway of the private room; you see, he knows that those of us who have foresight (such as your beloved Joe Kerr) always have a quick exit strategy for times when we find ourselves in a bit of a pickle. He would be right (I don't keep him around for his good looks); there is a hidden passage in the dinning room and all I need to do is sneak past The Batman (fat chance of that) and we can make a quick exit stage left.
The chaos has only gotten worse since the police arrived but I know that my window for escape is closing quickly; I need to make it to JonnieJonnie if I want to stay out of Arkham. I see a bottle of scotch on the shelf underneath the bar where I've taken cover; I unscrew the cap and take a quick swig (here's to you chaos). I drop it, and then crouched I make my way along the bar to the private room.
"How is Robin, sugar plum?" I yell over the noise (not that he'll respond) "I heard he survived our last encounter."
I've reached the end of the bar and the door to the dining room is within a manageable running distance but I know Batsy is nearby, I can feel his presence like a hand on my neck "Where are you hiding him anyway? "
I take off in a run, gun pointed down, "I should pay him another visit. Especially now that I owe you for my busted teeth and my missing drugs."
I feel The Bat slam into me before I see him (naturally); he sends me staggering forward and I face plant into the floor. I laugh at the tangy taste of my blood oozing into my mouth and turn in his direction firing blindly.
"Woooow!"
Hi mass landing on top of me knocks the wind out me and we struggle; him trying to wrench the gun from my hand and me trying to point it at his head. He's burlier than I am, much heavier, I can't out wrestle him and he succeeds in trapping my gun hand under his weight. While he's distracted I jerk my other wrist and feel the knife I have hidden there pop out into my palm. He doesn't see it until I stick it in his shoulder and twist. He grunts then grabs ahold of my neck and punches me in the face; he cocks his fist back in preparation for another one.
"Uh oh here we go again" his eyes read over the tattoo on my forehead and I laugh hysterically (that one's for you darling); his fist falters, no doubt remembering the damage he'd done the last time we were in a similar situation "and I didn't even have to beat Robin half to death this time." I goad and his fist comes down.
I laugh some more as I catch a glimpse of Harley behind him; she's still got my gun in her hand as she crawls along the floor. He's punching me in the face repeatedly but I can't take my eyes off her; she's obviously panic-stricken by what she's observing and her lovely features are strained.
A particularly heavy blow throws my head back into the ground; the impact darkens my vision briefly and when it comes back I see her crack (there's daddy's lil' monster). The gun in her hand comes up and she fires without hesitation, one bullet, just one, that strikes Bat-Brain in the back; he jolts forward and his muscles slacken so I pistol-whip him across the skull.
The cops are storming into the restaurant now and all but one of the boys are gone; he lets off another around towards the police but he strikes Harley instead. She pitches forward from her kneeling position and sends my pistol skittering along the floor and into my leg.
Picking up my missing weapon I shoot the thug that hurt her in between the eyes then give Batman a friendly pat on his unconscious head (ttyl loverbat).
I make it finally to JonnieJonnie but before we leave I turn and to look at Harley again; her eyes are open and she's obviously in pain (it's beautiful to watch). I smile and wink at her then turn my back and head towards the hidden trapdoor with Jonnieboy.
She'll get no coddling from me.
The hospital is crawling with cops but I was able to sneak in quite easily (surprise surprise). I watch her from a distance at first then wander in further; she's unconscious probably from the morphine or the emotional exhaustion… likely from a little bit of both. She isn't used to the chaos (I'll need to fix that).
Regardless, she really was a good girl earlier on this evening, if it wasn't for her I may have had to get a few more silver caps on my teeth. Taking the purple tulip out of the simple vase I drag it along her lips then lean in after them for a kiss. She's soft, so very soft. I place the tulip back in the vase and put the vase on the table beside her.
I bend over and whisper in her ear "I'm waiting for you pumpkin."
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