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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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"I can feeeelll yoouu…" I mutter under my breath when I follow Frost through the circular sewer exit above us and into the crisp morning air. He's here; I can feel him in my bones; the excitement of my certainty zings pleasure through my limbs (homoerotic much?). Ignoring the overwhelming electricity of my exhilaration and the dizzying rush from the utter madness around me, I climb up the steps of the podium and use my machine gun like a club aimed at the Mayor's head. There is a loud thud and a splash of blood (ouch) before the mayor goes toppling off the edge of the podium, landing head first on the paved floor (double ouch).
Commissioner Gordon charges but stumbles forward onto the planks when Frost shoots at him. I meander past Frost who then takes up guard of the podium and kick a moaning Gordon in the noggin (heads up!), his head bounces off the wooden boards and he remains motionless.
Standing in front of the lectern, I clear my throat and speak into the microphone "Hello Gotham, where are you all going?" I readjust my hold on the machine gun and fire randomly into the crowd "Don't you wanna watch? Ha! It's feeeeedddiinnnggg time."
I continue firing wildly into the hysterical masses when a dark form appears in my periphery and glides down towards me; I know its Batsy (ooooh goodie goodie!) without even having to look. He lands just a few feet away; his black mask (more than a little ridiculous FYI but who am I to judge?), his cold eyes, his square jaw and his obstinate lips give him a foreboding look.
"Batsy, Batsy, Batsy… What a pleasant surprise." I smile even as he throws a punch at my face; I weave out of his way but he manages to knock the machine gun out of my hand.
"Oooh… I take it the feeling's not mutual?" The stern line of his lips turns down into a frown, he looks ready to do murder (promises promises).
A groan comes from behind me and the Bat's gaze follows the sound to the writhing commissioner; when tries to make his way towards him I slip my switchblade out of my pocket and slash upward in an impressively fluid (if I do say so myself) arc.
He staggers back as a deep red mark blossoms on his cheek "Ah Ah, you know how jealous I get when I have to share your attention."
"Are you sure you want my attention? It usually hurts." The glee bubbles up inside me; ain't he just awesome (sigh)? Wanting to keep him away from Gordon, I attack him again bringing my switchblade in a jerking motion towards his abdomen.
He dodges and gets ahold of my wrist then punches me repeatedly in the face until the tangy taste of blood fills my mouth (he's sooo fun); I burst into laughter. All my jollies aside though I can't keep this up forever (unfortunate, yes); I've gotten what I came here for (mayhem check, senseless death check check, pissed off bat check check check) and now comes the disappearing act. I step forward and place my foot behind his then, when he cocks his hand, I lunge forward with a head-butt to the nose; he staggers back and trips over my foot.
I take the opportunity to rush towards the awakening Gordon still wriggling around on the floor. I grab him by the scruff of his neck and use him as a shield; sniggering at Batsy, I bring my blade up to Gordon's neck.
"I'd stop that right now, Bats!" I snap at him when he takes a menacing step towards me (I'm just quaking in my Gucci shoes… HA!).
He eyes my blade wearily "What is the point of this, Joker?"
"This" I gesture at the carnage of the zoo "is the point of this." I point at his partly covered but obviously enraged expression "That is the point of this." He moves closer to me as I continue to move away "I also have a surprise for y-"
As I take my first step down the stairs the commissioner uses the uneven ground to his advantage; he twists his body and hip checks me so I fall, rather spectacularly, down the stairs (that's gonna smart in the morning). The commissioner pulls out his weapon and points it at me.
"Heh, now there's a man who will follow through with his promises." I laugh at the telltale tick in Batsy's jaw (one knock out punch coming up).
I put my hands up "Wait! Wait! Wait!" I manage between breaths "You're gonna miss the best part!"
"The best part?" He's looking grimmer by the second "What have you done Clown?"
I shrug from where I lie on the floor "Mmm, me? Nothing… But I hear Killer Croc may be feeding his cousins some kinder size morsels some time around ooh" I look at my watch "now."
It takes a moment for them to process the words and I see the exact moment when Bats understands my meaning. I push myself to a sitting position and lean back onto my hands "Mmm, Tick-tock Batsy, you're going to miss Croc. You don't throw a child in a bask of crocodiles and stand around to count the pieces, you know… well, unless of course he wants to. In which case" I shrug "all the power to him."
"I've got this. Go!" Gordon tells him stepping closer to the sewer likely trying to cut off any potential escape (pff). Pointing one of his fancy-shmancy devices (aka batquipments) at a building he hauls himself in the direction of the crocodile enclosure.
The Batman's gone. Now, where in the fuck is Frost?
Luckily for me there is not a single car on the roads and when I hit the highway I'm able to put the pedal to the metal; I manage the drive in 10 minutes. My palms are sweaty by the time I bring my car to a screeching halt in the zoo parking lot. There is a mass exodus of people, all of them tightly packed and struggling against each other. I grip my steering wheel and look along the zoo's fencing; I need to get in and if I attempt to push past the throng I'll likely get trampled.
Nothin's getting between me and my puddin'.
I put my car into gear, rev the engine and ignore all the people who dive out of the way as I speed towards the fence. I crash through, swerving to avoid the masses and running over the animals that pursue them when I can. Fueled by the adrenaline, the intoxicating feeling of danger and the need to get to Mr. J, I push down harder on the gas pedal.
The podium comes into view but, when I don't see anyone standing on it, my stomach sinks; I swerve the car a few feet away and slam on the breaks. Grabbing the bat from the passenger seat I get out, hop on the hood and run along windshield to the roof and onto the podium.
There he is, laying on his back, hands behind his head and laughing at the commissioner who is pointing a gun at him. Without even a second's hesitation or an ounce of reservation I grip my bat in two hands, charge forward and swing it at his head. The impact vibrates through the bat into my hands and up my arms; the commissioner goes down and Mr. J's eyes widened to almost comical proportions.
As the commissioner falls motionless to the ground, I'm overcome by a sense similar to the dissociation I felt when I stood in the restaurant with Mr. J's glock in my hand; this time though I don't really feel apart from myself, instead I feel like some other me is in control.
"Ground ball!" I laugh at Mr. J's baseball commentator impersonation.
I throw my arms around his him and bury my face in his neck "Oh my god I was so worried about you."
He lets me cling to him for a little then mutters "Mmm… ya alrightalrightalright." as he dislodges himself.
I grab his hand "Come on… let's get out of here."
He pulls his hand away and walks over to Gordon, stands over him and slaps him repeatedly on the face. "Wakey wakey." The commissioner groans and shifts around aimlessly on the floor, Mr. J bends over to help him to his feet. I take Mr. J's lead and help the moaning commissioner to his feet "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say he's coming with us?"
Mr. J grins at me "Kidnapping… heh…it's not just for kids."
The grounds are quickly emptying out of people and the animals are settling down; I know it's only a matter of time before we get swarmed by police officers, paramedics and maybe batman. I don't argue with Mr. J; we get Gordon into the back of my car and I run around into the driver's seat.
I put the car into gear when the back door is pulled open violently, I jerk in surprise and Mr. J points a gun at the figure that heaves himself into the car.
"JonnieJonnie, so glad you could join us." Mr. J's voice is dripping with sarcasm. I crane my neck over to get a better look at him. He looks terrible, his jacket is shredded, his pants stained, he's covered in blood and there is some discoloration on his face.
"Lookin' good." I tease from the front seat, Mr. J's chuckle causes a pleasant blush of warmth to spread through me. I smile, putting the car into gear and shoving my foot down on the gas; the tires spin and the smell of burning rubber wafts in through the open windows before the boys thump backwards into their seats from the sudden forward momentum.
"Um… you guys wanna tell me where I'm going?" my voice is trembling from excitement, just when I look over at Mr. J a blur dart forward from the backseat and wraps it's arms around his neck. I shriek and temporarily loose control of the car, it swerves from side to side and I struggle helplessly to get it under control while Mr. J is being strangled.
Frost lunges forward to help Mr. J and a struggle ensues between the three men in the car; when I take my foot off the accelerator to help Frost yells "No, just drive!"
I do what I'm told even though I still have no idea where we are going; eventually the commissioner's hold is loosened and Mr. J starts, in between wild laughter and chocking sounds, barking directions at me.
By the time we pull to a stop the commissioner has been knocked unconscious again and we are on the outskirts of town in the parking lot of what looks like an old rundown amusement park.
Frost the wrestles the lifeless commissioner Gordon out of the car and onto his shoulder then we follow Mr. J to a rusted metal door. He runs his hand along the wall and pulls open a hidden compartment then places his hand against a high tech scanner that pops out from the wall; it only takes a second before the rusted metal doors slide sideways into the walls to reveal a newer heavier looking slab, that too slides away into the walls.
Frost, still hauling the commissioner around over his shoulder, wanders off further into the building. I look around, despite the rundown and abandoned looking exterior, the inside of the building is high-tech and obviously inhabited.
Mr. J heads to the full bar at the corner of the room to pour a drink, I sit on the stool in front of him; when he turns to pack the bottle away I drink the shot. When he turns around and reaches for the now empty glass he pauses then glares at me; I grin back at him. He makes a noise in his throat, it sounds a bit like a growl and it's sound that has become very familiar to me; it makes my heart flutter.
I place my hands on the bar and lean onto them, straining forward I place an opened mouth kiss on his lips then sit back down on the stool. Puddin' rolls his eyes at me and reaches for the bottle again; this time he pulls a second glass out, fills them both up and places the bottle beside us.
We drink the shots on the table then pushing the empty glasses, and the not so empty bottle, onto the floor I climb over the bar. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his hips and put my mouth on his again. He kisses me and I moan against him as he pushes me up on the bar; I can feel him hardening against me.
His hands run up my hips to my ribs and they cup my breasts through my shirt then drifting down over my back he grips my ass in his fingers. He grinds his thickening erection between my thighs and groans against me.
"Puddin'-"
"Stop calling me that!" he grumbles while dragging his mouth from my lips to my jaw then to my neck. His hands come back out to the front of my shirt and starts working on the buttons.
"Mr. J." I place my hands against his heaving chest, push him farther away then drag them up to his emerald hair. He looks impatient; he's definitely not somebody who likes being teased. I smile at him "I love you, puddin'."
His hands stop moving and he pulls his face even farther away from me.
"What?"
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