Name: Harleen Quinzel "Harley Quinn"
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, Villain
Affiliation: Self-Interest, Looking Out For #1, Me, Myself, and I
"Have you thought this through Harley?" the voice asked. Along the dark streets of Gotham, the blonde, pig-tailed girl bounced along the alleyway, letting out what she thought was a whistle, but was only air blowing through her lips. "Of course she thought this through. Here we are talking about it." another voice spoke with a hint of sarcasm in its tone. "It's dangerous at night though." a diminutive voice spoke up. She could feel it's non-existent knees tremble as it spoke. "If anyone tries anything, we'll mess them up!" a brawny voice piped in. She felt herself getting pumped now.
"Now, now guys. No arguing." Harley Quinn spoke aloud, "We need to go finish this drop and this is the shortest way there." As Harley bounced along the dark alleyway, she held in her hand a bright, yellow backpack with white daisies covering it. Inside the backpack wasn't your typical stash of girly things, much as the backpack hinted at it. It carried a load of money she just obtained from the Bank of Gotham.
The voices continued to bicker back and forth, bu Harley stood still, a smile crept on her face. "They're heeeeeere!" she said in a high-pitched voice. The shadows that crawled along the walls started to move. Large, dark figures loomed in front of her and behind her. She could tell they were carrying various bad things: guns, knives, one even had a taser. Uncalled for.
"Hello boys! Out for a midnight stroll? Lovely night for it." Harley spoke up, giving her biggest grin. One of the goons snickered, "You could say that" he muttered, "What's in the bag girlie?"
Harley unhooked it and flopped it on the ground in front of her, "Oh nothin' much. Girl things, ya know? Was just on my way home." The goon shook his head, "I think you got more in there than 'girl things' lady. Why not open the bag up for us?"
"I told you it was dangerous!" the shy voice screamed now. Harley covered her ears, "Golly, keep it down, will ya?". The goon looked confused, "No one was loud, lady." Harley looked up and giggled, " Oh silly, not you! I was talking to them."
The goons started to move forward now. Inching closer to her. The speaker of the goons continued, "So what's it going to be? We don't wanna mess you up, gorgeous, but we gotta have the bag."
Harley only shook her head, "Gorgeous eh? How sweet! Back at ya, hot pants!" she said with a wink. As the goons behind her got closer, Harley tsk tsk'd, "You boys should know better than to harass a harmless, young girl." With that, Harley crouched down and swung her leg back, knocking her heeled foot into the man's "boyhood". He dropped his knife and clung to them. She swiped her outstretched leg and took the other guy down. She picked up the knife and threw it in front of her, hitting the armed man in the shoulder. He screamed in pain. She rolled forward and grabbed the handgun, cocking it and pointing it right at talky goon's face.
"What did you say? You want me to shoot him? He made a silly mistake, I think we can let him off with a warning." The goon only looked more confused. Harley sighed, "They aren't on your side, bubsy. The purple one is especially violent," she leaned in closer, and whispered, "Between you and me, I think he needs counseling."
Harley looked around her, the other goons were getting up now. "Now boys, when I count to three, I want you to all move on with your night. You don't gotta go home, but you gotta get outta here, ok?" She held up her other hand. "1......2..."
The handgun went off before she even started on 3.
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Harley Quinn goes around Gotham doing her thing, leaving her colored mark on the populace. Whether that includes holding up a bank, blowing up a car, or spraypainting an obscene image on the side of Gotham PD's building. On various spurs of the moment, she has made her name known to authorities who have called her insane or demented.
- Captain James Gordon: Her little sweetie-pie. She loves to send him gifts and letters, usually with "interesting" results. He knows of her and her reputation. She isn't afraid to make herself known either.
- Nick Fury: This hunk of a man has crossed paths with the "ditzy damsel" on more than one occasion. Although they have interacted, she doesn't dislike him on his principles. How can you dislike someone who looks like that? Mmmm
- Black Canary: Harley isn't afraid to say it. She doesn't like her. Little Goodie, stuck-up. blonde bad-word. She has run across this woman and isn't afraid to express her disdain. Does anyone even like this bird?
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Harley Quinn is still quite crazy, but she is her own blend of crazy. She isn't a lackey anymore. Instead, Harley is on her own and doing her own thing. She doesn't care where or who she has to blow up, shoot at, maim, or tickle to get what she wants, she'll do it. She doesn't wear her Harlequin skintight suit, instead she goes around with various outfits depending on her mood.
She doesn't work for anyone and she has her own motives, whatever they may be. She also doesn't just stay in Gotham. If there is a baby who's candy needs to be stolen, a billboard with a significant lack of smiley faces painted on it, or a superhero doing *gag* good deeds anywhere, she'll be there. Gotham may be her home, but it can't hold her.
