Harley Quinn Before Joker Novels & Stories

I was well aware what kind of a woman Harley was, she wasn't just about empty talks, however, she was the one who had attacked me first, and I wasn't going to back off now. Smirking at her I said, "I don't know which type of drug you are high on these days Harley, and if not drugs I suggest you seek help, for you are hallucinating I guess. Also, Vivian will be the happiest if Leonel finally leaves her, but I guess that's not happening. FYI Harley, it's not Reux, it's Eriantha Karwitz." I glared back at her, "And making friends or enemies out of home wrecking hoes is beneath me."

I replied awkwardly. We all waited together for a while. We were avoiding each other's eyes—a pair of awkward teenagers. Gosh, I still have to take responsibility for this situation. I spread one palm of my hand in front of her feet, which were busy dragging the ground. Her attention shifted to me. She stared at me questioningly as I suddenly bombarded her with a sweet smile. "Even though Harley Quinn is brutal and violent, she is still crazy about the Joker. Just like me, I'll give you your fair share of bitchiness and love." I said in a cheerful tone.

Fear shot through my spine, a wave of freezing cold settling against my skin, sending goosebumps swimming across my skin. Raul leaned down so that his lips were against Theresa’s mother’s ear. “Don’t hold this against us. This is just a message to that daughter of yours.” Harley’s blades were plunged into the woman’s eyes, twisting in circles until the orbs were detached from their sockets. A pained cry left the woman while Harley’s laughter relentlessly echoed. She was psychotic. Nope. She wasn’t. Because the moment when Izzy began displaying her wickedness, my stomach had churned with bile.

Harley turned to face Jack, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, you're the new guy?" "Yes, my name is Jack Napier," he said, his smile softening the sharp lines of his face. "My name is Harleen Quinn, but my friends call me Harley," she replied, extending a hand. Her friend now stood beside her, tapping her foot impatiently. "Harley, we've got to go." Her friend pointed toward the old metal clock mounted in the stairwell, its hands ticking steadily toward the hour. "Well, I have to go," Harley said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "It was really nice meeting you, Jack. Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

As I stepped around it, examining the tree, I felt Juliana place her hand on my shoulder as if to help me contain my surprise. I had never seen anything like it. In the trunk of the tree was Harley, one of the women who had been set to patrol the area before the attack. Her face was half covered by bark, her wooden eyes, colorless yet widened with horror. I placed my hand under her nose, but couldn’t feel any air. That made at least two powerful witches working with Cain, and I didn’t like it. “I can’t help her. I can’t change her back.” Juliana said softly, and the leaves on the tree shook slightly as if the wind had just rustled them, but I had the feeling it was Harley expressing her diss

"You plan on taking care of her?" My chest almost hollows as if it's been punched. Like he thinks my feelings for her are dependent on if she carries my kid or not. The fuck? "If I didn't respect you so much, I'd lay you out where you stand. Pres or not." His smile catches me off-guard and I realize this was some sort of test. At least it looks like I've passed it. "That's what I needed to hear and I think you know it. I worried about Justice after she got kidnapped, but I think I've worried more about Harley. She blamed herself. No matter what we did in the months and years after it happened, Harley seemed to be trying to fix what was broken for her sister. It's high time she decides to fix

“He never recovered from his injuries.” “What do you mean?” “He died Erik. She killed him.” As glad I am to hear she made it out of there unscathed I can only imagine how she must feel for taking a life, no matter how much he pushed her. “Fuck.” I can’t help it; I bury my face into my hands. “Yeah, and then she comes looking for you and you were gone.” “I know Jack, I know. I fucked up.” My mind races through what Harley must have been feeling. “Wait, Harley’s not in prison, is she?”

“No one was hurt.” Relief was instant. “Good.” “She has no right to be near him,” Harley repeated. “You don’t know their history.” Joy wasn’t surprised that Harley was about to tell the others about her past with Moon. He had warned her he’d do anything to get her away from Moon. Harley was a man of his word. “We’re aware of their history.” Justice dismissed it with a wave of his hand as he studied Joy. “I’m more concerned that you risked your life without consulting us first.”

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.

I questioned them as a silence swooshed over them. They all looked away, not sparing a glance. Perfect. Submission. "all hail her righteousness queen" "all hail her righteousness " they cheered and become louder and louder. Finally, the queen of one pack land, and Doon to be queen of all. I walked to Troy, who was restrained by heavy chains. I harshly lifted his chin and made him face me. "Do you see that troy? do you see what has become of what you thought you were strong enough to protect? how hilarious" I pointed to the crowd. I laughed pushing his face away.