Joker Harley Novels & Stories

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.

He’s been my little wingman through all of this. I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Alice is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to her.

How did he manage to catch the bullet with his fingers at such close range? Tom and the others were equally astonished by Harley's skill. Harley was only a member of Three Poisons Hall, yet he possessed such extraordinary abilities. Then, what kind of power did Jethro, the head of the Three Poisons Hall, hold? Feeling defiant, Aria pulled the trigger once more, aiming for Harley's head. This time, Harley didn't take any chances. He simply leaned to the side slightly, dodging the bullet once again.

“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.”

Mercy asks. She looks at Mercy, and smiles, “He's my dad.” Knight takes the ring, “So I take it you are the hunted, not the hunter?” his smile is small but there. “We need to get you back to the clubhouse, I'm going to give River a call, we are going to need everything you know about this guy.” “It isn't a guy,” She says, and my dread increases when she continues, “her name is Harley, she's twenty seven, five foot three, dark blue eyes, brown hair, small chest.”

It was him. The man was standing by a black Harley-Davidson, his helmet tucked under one muscular arm. Even in a low-quality photo, Jax looked like a god of war. The sharp, Greek-god jawline, the broad shoulders that seemed to swallow the light, and those dark, piercing eyes.

Jemma nodded. ‘Yes, Officially Allan isn’t here so I can say the group up words, We need you, Harley, to lure those guys one by one somewhere where the others-’ She pointed to the small group of remaining ‘’new’’ SS members were sat, ‘-can get them, take them and dispose of them’.

I think’ forever' but I don’t say it. Goof laughs “ You have it bad, brother.” Tank squeezed my hand and said low enough for only me to hear “ Yes, I do.” Before I can come up with a response the door opens. I am grateful for the interruption. Not only because I want to take Harley home. But seriously, how could I respond to that? What should I say? Thank you? No, that's not right. It is sweet but I didn’t want to say that in front of Goof. I wanted to kiss him senseless but that was for when we were alone. I feel Harley nudger me with his nose. I scratch him between his ears “ Hi, Harley. Are you ready to go to your new home?” He barks. “ Goof, could you come here?” I feel Goof come beside

Chappy was referring to Athens Ohio and the Harley Davidson dealership there. “Maybe,” Judas laughed.