FULL NAME: Harley Quinn
FORMERLY KNOWN AS: Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel M.D.
AGE: 29
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Blonde, pink, blue
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 122 lb
SEXUALITY: Fluid
MARITAL STATUS: Hoplessly devoted
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Joker/Mister J/Puddin
OCCUPATION: Former therapist, Suicide Squad member, one of the bad guys
AFFILIATIONS: Suicide Squad
RESIDENCE: Wherever Mister J takes her

LIKES: Chaos, her Puddin, love, bruises, blood, her mallet, eyeliner, pigtails, high heels, kisses, vexing the good guys, daydreaming about a normal life, red lipstick, soft beds, being touched, sex, approval, eyeshadow
DISLIKES: Batsy, swimming, car crashes, Amanda Waller, being left behind, showing her sadness
MOVIES: Who has time for movies? She's too damn busy
MUSIC: Heavy metal, hard rock, rap, folk (when she's in a mood)
BOOKS: All of them. All. She will read ANYTHING. Romance novels are her very favorite thing in the world, though.
TV: The news. But only when there's stories about her Puddin or her friends
OTHER: Who has time for other things? Her life is full of all her favorite things.

FRIENDS: Friend, friend, friend
ENEMIES: Enemy, enemy, enemy
NEUTRAL: Neutral

★ Unsteady X Ambassadors ★ She Talks to Angels Black Crowes ★ Fake It Seether ★ Riot Three Days Grace ★ Dance With the Devil Breaking Benjamin ★ Monster Lady Gaga ★ Pretty When You Cry VAST ★ Hatefuck The Bravery ★ Call Me Master Blood on the Dance Floor ★ Bodies Drowning Pool ★ Sweet Dreams Marilyn Manson ★ Getting Away w/Murder Papa Roach ★ Sucker for Pain Imagine Dragons, Lil Wayne & Wiz Khalifa ★ Broken Seether Ft. Amy Lee ★ Demons Imagine Dragons ★ Funhouse Pink ★ In Love (with a killer) Jefree Star ★ Problem Natalia Kills

She says she talks to angels, says they call her out by her name
♦ Harleen Quinzel was never normal. Not even at first. But she was close. Little oddities were kind of her calling card, though, and when she was a tiny little thing, she told her parents that the angels talked to her. They dissuaded her about it, and eventually she stopped telling them about it, but the gentle voice of what she always assumed was her guardian angel was always there with her. It was never menacing, never told her to do bad things, and certainly never scared her. It just wasn't 'normal', as far as everyone had ever told her, so she didn't talk about it. Not even to her best friends.

Isolation through her school years meant that when she went to college, she was malajusted for the socilization that was required. She wasn't bad at it, particularly, but everyone saw her as a little weird. And she WAS a little weird, considering. But she buckled down, found an educational path she enjoyed, and worked her ass off to become a psychologist. Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel M.D. graduated at the top of her class, and it didn't take long for her to find a job at Arkham Asylum, where she would meet the man who would change everything for her.

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all, the one you sold to fool the world. You lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah.
♦ Arkham Asylum held the most interesting case Harleen had ever seen. Obviously, she knew of the Joker before she saw him at the Asylum, but her fascination with the man only grew once she was working in close proximity to him. She volunteered to help with his treatment, and their sessions quickly became a highlight of her work days. It didn't take long for him to manipulate her into doing things for him, and she found herself falling head-over-heels in love with him. She even started helping him escape.

Harleen quit her job, but not before she got Mister J a machine gun. When he and his henchmen got out, they trapped her, and Mister J came into the room, threatening her with electroshock therapy. She told him she could take it, and he spent his time making for sure that was true. There was a part of her that wondered if she surprised him.

Eventually, Mister J took her to ACE Chemicals, and standing above the vats, he asked if she'd die for him. She said yes without hesitataion, and he claimed that was too easy. Instead, he wanted to know if she'd live for him. She said yes, and dove into the chemical vats. It took him a moment, but he jumped in after her, and brought her out of the liquid. And she arose from it changed. Her skin was pale, her hair was platinum, and Harleen was gone. In her place was Harley Quinn. The Joker's girl.

Don't you dare look him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight
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The moon gives me permission and I enter through her eyes. She's losing her virginity and all her will to compromise.
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Lure you to my bed the happy ending is your flesh under my nails. No more fears and no more tears. You are my murder doll
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I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles. Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion.
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'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feeel right when you've gone away. You've gone away. You don't feel me here anymore.
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Pictures framing up the past, your taunting smirk behind the glass, this museum full of ash-once a tickle, now a rash.
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A little danger's never stopped me before. Seduced by hypnotic eyes and a kiss to die for.
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