Batman: Arkham Origins Harley Quinn Novels & Stories

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Through the chaos of battle, I heard a familiar voice shouting orders, not to our defenders, but to the attackers. I whipped around to see Harley, the tracker we had just promoted to Gamma, directing a group of rogues toward the stone circle. "The spy!" I growled through the pack bond. "It's Harley!" Maison's wolf launched immediately in Harley's direction, but the traitor was prepared. He threw a handful of powder into the air that exploded in a blinding flash, momentarily disorienting our defenders.

Dark skin and curly black and blonde curly lockets: Moya Vitiello. I should have seen this coming. The black hunter and the dead queen of the underworld had worked together on countless missions and heists reigning the most wanted criminals. One put a man to shame with her seducing qualities with her name being echoed in the world and one who does justice in forms of murder, the Black Hunter. “Didn’t expect that coming, did you?” a certain Russian voice asked while nudging me while sipping on glass that I could only presume to be vodka. “Dimitri,” I started, “you wouldn’t know if this would you?”

His statement was enough to vanquish the mood. "Yeah, uh… so thing is," Quinn nervously fidgeted. "Cinder worked for the council." Harley instantly scurried towards me and I stood tall. The smaller man hid behind me, small hands gripping what was left of a dirt and blood caked shirt. "She what?" I was in absolute disbelief that this had somehow slipped past Alpha Ryder. Lycans vetted their mates extensively.

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

"Now flip your camera so I can see my panties." I tapped the reverse camera button and saw my sock-clad cock and her red panties in the small window on my screen. My tall rod leaned to one side, pushed by the tight crotch of her underwear. Harley Quinn smiled back in the big window. "Now I want you to run your middle finger over your panties just like I am right now...and keep breathing in my sock." I left her sock hanging on my face and lowered my finger to my crotch. I rubbed my balls through the damp red lace. My pole bounced uncontrollably.

He says to Akaru that he was true and says "Did you got something to do with me?" "Since you have been retired from them because of your failure, I would like to ask you. Where all of us were destroying your puppet, how many soldiers that you guys have scouted?" "Hahaha, what a dumb question. You think I am going to tell you about that-" Without any talk, Akaru take out a handgun and aimed it at the manager's head. Hikari was so shocked when he saw it. But looking at that gun, maybe it was a gun that has been modified. Just what kind of things that the hackers have done?

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

“Thank you.” She said nothing, ignoring me, but my visage was completely ugly. I had seen it. That same symbol of two blades on a howling wolf, I had seen it on Harley's wrist. The symbol was faint, as though she had tried to wipe it off, but I was still able to see it. Harley was from the Dark Wolf Clan. But does Diana know?I have a feeling that she doesn't. Things were really getting more complicated. Harley was a spy, and Diana's family was trying to usurp George from his position. Regardless of whether they knew about Harley's true identity or not, none of them would be spared.

“My name is Harleen Quinn but my friends call me Harley” Her friend now stood next to her. “Harley, we got to go?” Her friend points to the metal clock in the stairwell. “Well I have to go. It was really nice meeting you Jack. Maybe we'll bump into each other again.” “Yeah.” Jack's heart felt like it was jumping out of his chest. “Harley Quinn.” He whispered to himself. Jack watched her as she left and he continued up the stairs. He finally made it to the boy's floor. A large kid was blocking the doorway.