clownlovin: (OMGWHUT?)
Harley at seventeen had been an oddball in her family. She dyed her hair blonde; when she could get away with it she wouldn’t eat kosher. She didn’t do a lot of things that her parents constantly told her a good Jewish girl her age should. She also thought listening to her German grandparents go on and on and on and on and on and on and on was so very depressing. And not worth her time.

Though Chanukah wasn’t the gift giving holiday that Christmas was she still had high expectations. (Harley had also decided she liked Christmas better. Brighter, cheerier, more colors and they decorated trees!) Those expectations were trashed though when she opened what was obviously going to be the first of eight pointless and miserable gifts.

She grimaced and held the book at arm’s length like she didn’t quite understand how it had even gotten in the package in the first place. “A Holocaust book, Mame?” she asked, looking up at her mother who was smiling in that way she had.

“It’s a part of your past, you know. Read it, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

“Do I have to?” Harley whined.

“Yes, damnit!” her Father’s voice called out from the kitchen.

“Awwwwww,” this was going to suck so hard.

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Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 217
clownlovin: (YOU REALLY LOVE ME!!)
Who would I be? I dunno. Actions speak louder than words unless you got a megaphone handy, so sit down and Harl will tell ya all a story. A story with Love! With action! With heroes! And with fish!

The streets of Gotham were always an interesting place. Right now, two goons of some random mob boss that Harley couldn't think of the name of were cowering in fear! Well, she liked to think they were cowering in fear. It could've been staring in abject bafflement. Abject something anyway.

Forget Mistah J being the Mr. Rochester to her Jane Eyre. She was also a lot hotter than plain Jane, and Mistah J was so much cooler than Mr. Rochester. And Bonnie and Clyde was getting a bit old. Tonight, Harley was something else entirely!

"What? Dontcha mooks know how to listen to a girl? I said 'In the Name of the Moon, I'll punish you!'" she said, doing the whole hand and point motion perfectly. She had been on a late night cartoon and sugar binge when one of the more esoteric networks in Gotham had started a Sailor Moon marathon. Where she had found the "fuku" and how she had gotten it to just her shades of red, black and white was anyone's guess, but there it was.

"I'm Sailor Harley! Champion of Love and Justice... well, forget Justice, Justice is boring. I'm champion of Love, Soda Pop and uh... beating you up!" she said, the last accented by hitting one of the mobsters with a fish. The other one was still staring as she turned the fish on him.

Just for the halibut.

Afterwards, she paused for a second, standing over the two unconscious goons. "Heeee, this is kinda fun!" She'd have to be Sailor Harley!Moon more often. Now if only she could find her Tuxedo Joker…


I still have that costume ‘round somewhere. I should wear it sometime… the skirt was cute!

Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC/Batman
Word Count: 325
clownlovin: (curled up)
How a clown passes her time... )

Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics/Batman
Word Count: 252

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