Suicide Squad Joker Harley Novels & Stories

The metal panel reflected her distorted, twisted expression. The wind on the rooftop howled as she burst through the door, snatching the breath from her lungs. Her eyes locked instantly on the sight at the center of the platform—Harley tied to a metal chair, his tiny wrists raw and bleeding from the rope. Jacqueline stood behind him, her white dress whipping wildly in the wind, the blade of a knife glinting cruelly against the boy's pulsing throat. "Mmmph! Mommy!" Harley's muffled screams were stifled by a gag. As he struggled, the knife grazed his neck, a thin line of blood trailing down his skin.

“Mine kept saying it was wrong to kill under any circumstance. She was clueless.” “Let the shrink do this,” Harley rasped. “It’s Moon.” Justice’s smile faded as he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “You’d risk your life for any of us, Justice. We’d risk our lives for other Species. Forget she’s a human female. She’s an adult and knows the score. You heard her.” Harley crossed his arms over his wide chest. “She’s well aware of what Species are capable of.” “I am,” she agreed, glancing between the NSO leader and Harley, still a bit dazed that he was on her side after swearing to get her escorted off Homeland.

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.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you, Rick.” “What?” She nodded. “Go ahead. Tell me something. Anything.” “Uh, I don’t know.” I paused, trying to think of something quick and clever to tell her. Nothing came. Not a damn thing. “I’ll go first,” Harley said, shifting in her seat. Her black top plunged perilously low, flashing her full cleavage. She had no clue just how dangerous it was for me to be so close to her. “I think I’m going to quit coordinating The Streets after this year.”

Members that will not only be faithful and loyal to the organization but also are talented and strong. Soon, months and years have passed and a lot of things have already changed especially about me. I have already succeeded in creating an organization with Sebastian as my right hand. Travis, Kristian, Jake as the members and Joker as our shadow - the one that assassinates people whom I order him to assassinate. I have already finished high school and I am now in my fourth year already in business school.

I looked and saw Harley sitting on the roof of the house with a sandwich on his hand. “You’re fast.” I smirked. “Nah, I’ve been watching you for half an hour right behind that huge oak.” So Jacob has called for him, huh. Yeah, why do I always forgot that this luna-guard is always around. I shrugged and watched the house. There’s no movement inside but I know Lucianna can hear us already. “There’s something I need to talk with Lucianna, Gamma.” A loud thud echoed when Harley jumped off from the roof and landed on the ground. He’s right in front of me now.

Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?" "Have you ever thought of what the world after death would look like?" Stella asked. Joker fell silent; he was in a trance. Stella smile, "Joker, you've been alone for a long time. Since you didn't say what you wanted to eat, there's nothing I can do." Stella stood up. "I want hamburgers, salad, ham, and turkey," Joker said, looking at Stella. "I will ask someone to send them all to you at night. Just go to sleep in peace. You don't need to be so tense all the time," Stella said as she left.

He was surprised, yes—but his heart remained unmoved. If Harley was bold enough to show himself now, it meant he'd already neutralized the men Jamie had positioned in the shadows. This time… they were in real danger. Harley looked at the three of them with a smile. "Killing any one of you would be a huge problem. So I might as well make it clean—let all three of you die together." With that, he glanced at his watch. "I've set things up with Rick. After this place blows, he'll be the one taking the fall for all three of your deaths."

Harley had met Johnny a few weeks prior at a nightclub where he had been working his first task for King Ricardo, they had hit it off right away, bonding over their love of motorcycles and their disdain for those in power who tried to keep them down, Johnny had promised to help if he could, but he was a police officer, and he had to be careful because he didn't know Harley deeply, Harley didn't care, she knew she needed to do everything in her power to protect the shipment and make sure it arrived on time, So, he took a chance and sent a message to Johnny, asking for his help, Harley lied that just a consignment of pharmaceutical drugs, she didn't go deep what exactly the consignment consist

I retorted, matching my tone to hers. She huffed and crossed her arms over the too-white duvet, flexing her fists so the lettering across her knuckles stretched. Love and hate both got distorted. ‘Huh, sounds like your messed-up brain, buddy,’ said Knight. ‘Don’t act like yours is any better,’ I shot back. He held up his paws. ‘Can’t argue with that.’ “Some bastard poisoned me, all right?” said Harley, fixing her gaze on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know who it was or how they did it. Now Nova’s got the whole pack on lockdown while she tries to find the little bitch who did it.”