[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]H A R L E Y ☺ Q U I N N[/b][/color][/h2][/center] Harley Quinn was going to put a gang together. True, true, a lot of her old stuff is going to be unavailable to her. But she still has connections. Moreover she still has parts of Joker's old crew there were more loyal to her than they were to the Joker. Before visiting Ivy she had put together the Gang-a-Harleys. [color=f49ac2][i](I didn't come up with the name- it was them. I keep tryin' to tell 'em how lame it is but they don't listen to me, those crazy kids. Gosh, they love me so much. They're so sweet it makes me wanna throw up, I can hardly take it!) [/i][/color] Harley Queens, Harlem Harley, Bolly Quinn, Harvey Quinn, Carli Quinn, Hanuquinn, and Coach. The six of them make up the bulk of Harley's henchwomen force, with Coach being co-ordinating intelligence. They all specialize in different things. They've only been with Harley for a year but they're family now. They were all directionless, bored, miserable drifters with nothing to do. Harley was the one who came in and changed their lives- for the better, of course! They've all pulled of some nasty ass heists and pranks in their short tenure as master criminals. They're the muscle Harley needs in her new independant career as a superhero! Or something. Still working out the kinks on that whole plan. Talking to Ivy made her feel better about herself though, so that's all that matters. Harley materialized out of the Gotham darkness infront of an office building. [color=f49ac2][i](That's right! A Gen-u-ine office building! With carpets and ceiling fans and lights, the whole thing. Looks a little bland from the outside but it's my base of operations, my headquarters, my evil lair! The official Kill Yaself Krew HQ. Or as I like to call it...)[/i][/color] [color=f49ac2]"The Kick Back!" [/color] Harley finished her internal thoughts aloud triumphantly, throwing her arms into the air. Harley Quinn was always on stage. She was always performing for someone, speaking to an audience, even when she was alone. It was an old habit of hers that helped her focus. The Kick Back was a wide but squat building, surrounded by an abandoned parking lot of broken lamps and weeded concrete. It was in one of the many forgotten sectors of Gotham, the looming downtown section glowing yellow in the night. The massive urban sprawl surrounding Gotham was often under-utilized, but it had it's uses and had a nice, homey feel to it. Out here, crime isn't crazy or supervillainy. A nice, healthy middle between urban supervillains and the monsters in the sawmp. The Kick Bakc was made of red bricks and was drowning in grafitti, some of it fresh and subtly clown related. The windows were all tinted, dark, with blinds drawn, or boarded over. The only way in was a set of heavy steel doors. Harley approached and look up at a small black dome of a camera and smiled big, her marble white teeth shining bright. A few moments later the doors slid open, revealing an airlock that was painted a painful purple. Big eyes and biting teeth sprayed onto the walls, so abrasive she could still smell the day it was applied. The steel doors slid shut behind her and the one infront of her opened. Immediately some music of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1s5PWNqj7Y] Hanuquinn's choice[/url] began playing, from one of her vidya games. The [color=6ecff6]light blue one, Hanuquinn, [/color] was grooving out in a corner, throwing her head back and forth, her arms swinging too and fro. Her corner, of course, wasn't dark. Infact, right now, there was hardly a shadow in the whole place. The entire thing was bursting with color. Negative space as a core design philosophy was something the Gang-A-Harley's never picked up on, apparently. The entire place was a canvas of art ranging from bad to mediocre, to sometimes even a little bit good. Harley Quinn (quite the talented artist) had done some of the base layers herself but her stalwart companions lovingly added onto and improved her art with their own personal flare. They even agreed to color code themselves. They spent the first few months deciding on who got to be which color. Hanuquinn was too busy flailing around to notice Harley enter. The space used to be an office building with walls and cubicles but those had all been taken down, leaving a massive large center space with a few off-shoot rooms and corridors that lead to various useful places. [color=a187be]Carli Quinn, the purple lady, [/color] was throwing darts at a board mounted crooked on the wall. [color=39b54a]Harvey, the green dude,[/color] was pounding on a hanging punching bag right next to her. [color=white][b]Harlem Harley, zebra pattered dame,[/b][/color] was leaning up against a wall and smiling warmly at Harley Quinn, who waved at her. [color=f7941d]Bolly Quinn, orange chick,[/color] was playing ping pong with [color=ec008c]little miss Harley Queens, the pink princess.[/color] Down one hallway and in a room by herself would be couch, who was probably wheeling her way into the lounge as Harley smiled proudly around the room. Harvey circled around his punching bag and saw his leader. His face lit up. [color=39b54a]"Harley!" [/color] He shouted. Harley smiled and bowed. Immediately there was a raucous chatter as the gang turned to meet their glorious leader. She had to wave them off with a series of alrights and calm downs. [color=f49ac2]"Everybody, sit ya tucheses down! Sheesh! You guys a too much."[/color] Harley managed to get the gang seated and quiet on a large plush couch, or on the floor infront of it, or in Harlem's case, standing behind it. [b]"So, you finally broke up with that Joker prick."[/b] Harlem began. [b]"What's next?"[/b] [color=ec008c]"Kill the Joker, of course!" [/color] Queens shouted, producing a knife and holding it high in the air. Everyone agreed, nodding and looking back and forth at each other. [color=f49ac2]"Wh-wha, what's with you guys? Just last month you woulda laid down ya life for that guy and now you think we should kill him?"[/color] Harley said incredulously. The crew were silent, looking up at Harley with their big, innocent eyes. Coach wheeled out from her corridor, smirking, her sightless gaze unreadable from behind her dark glasses. "You were much the same way if I remember, Harleen." She said. Harley pointed at her, her other hand on her hip, like she was about to say something. [color=f49ac2]"...Yeah, no, fair enough. You guys really just follow my lead, huh? When are you guys ever gonna think for yaselves."[/color] Harley asked the crew. [color=f26522]"Yeah, we'll start thinking for ourselves. Sounds like a good idea." [/color] Bolly said, nodding with her eyes closed. [color=39b54a]"Yeah, yeah, definitely. You're right. Independant thinking, from here on out."[/color] Harvey cut across the invisible horizon with his brass knuckle adorned hands. [color=a187be]"Mhm. So, what should we independantly think first, Harley?" [/color] Carli agreed, placing her knuckles against her cheek and blinking rapidly at Harley. At this point Harley was frowning down on all of them, her lip pouted and her hands on her hips. Harlem broke first at this display, giggling, after which everyone joined in afterwards. Harley pinched the bridge of her nose and turned away from everyone, shaking her head. [color=f49ac2]"Oy vey. You guys ain't funny. You woulda thought you guys'd be funny, but no. "[/color] Harley surpressed a chuckle. [b]"Come on, lighten up, Harley. You always complain about how much people don't listen to you. Well, we do." [/b][color=ec008c]"Yeah! We're with you all the way!"[/color] [color=f26522]"For better or for worse."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Just as clueless and blind as you are!" [/color] Everyone chimed in at once. [color=f49ac2]"Alright, alright! I get it. I'm a shmuck, therefore by extension, so ar'all-a you. Shoulda learned that by now...but no."[/color] Harley concluded, blowing a raspberry. [color=ec008c]"But we're just as smart as you, too!"[/color] Queens stated cheerily. [color=f49ac2]"Yeah...that's the problem." [/color]She looked over at Coach and rolled her eyes, and the blind woman didn't notice. At this point Harley reset the momentum, raising her hands again. [color=f49ac2]"Heyeyeyeyeyeyeyeey, alright, okay. Okay, I'm here to talk tacks, alright? Brass tacks. 'Bout what I'm gonna do next."[/color] She pointed to Harlem, having produced a pink marker. [color=f49ac2]"Like what you was askin'."[/color] With that she took a step back, onto a raised section of the floor, and grabbed the white board on wheels that was absolutely covered in terrible drawings. She reached up to the top, and flipped it over, to the side that was supposed to be blank. Unfortunately, there was a large pink dick drawn on the side, getting a childish giggle from Queens. Harley laughed for a moment as she erased it before turning furiously to Queens. [color=f49ac2]"You can't just draw a DICK ON SOMETHIN' AND EXPECT IT TO BE FUNNY, QUEENS! DO I LIKE LOOK A TWELVE YEAR OLD TO-" [/color] Harley cut herself off as Queens had shrunken thoroughly into her foldable chair, as the others averted their gaze. Harley pinched the bridge of her nose agaom and sighed, turning back to the white board. Using the pink marker she began to draw out her potential plans. There was silence in the room as she wrote: [color=f49ac2][i]Plan Uno; Kill some dickhead Plan Twouno; Take a vacation Plan[/i][/color] ... Harley turned around and looked at Queens. [color=f49ac2]"Look, I'm sorry, okay?"[/color] She apologized in a way that made it clear she wasn't used to doing so. Queens brightened and sat up straight again. [color=ec008c]"It's okay, Harley! You were right, it wasn't funny. This is why I always learn from the best-"[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Oh, shuddup."[/color] Harley interrupted her subordinate.[color=f49ac2] "Never apologize to anyone."[/color] Queens cocked her head to the side. [color=ec008c]"But...you just apologized to me."[/color] [color=f49ac2]"...Do as I say, not as I do?"[/color] Harley offered with a shrug. Queens furrowed her brow and stared at the floor. Harley threw up her hands and looked expaserated at the other members of the Kyk, who looked at her with shrugs in their eyes. [color=f49ac2]"Gaah, look, I'm not good at advice, okay? Just don't take shit from no one except me but not all the time, be your own person but also listen to me because I'm real smort-like. You get it. She gets it. ANYWAY here we go, plan A! We're talkin' tachlis, okay!?"[/color] She slapped Plan Uno with her palm. [color=f49ac2]"Kill some dickhead."[/color] Harley looked at everyone in the group, and nodded, pursing her lips. There was another silence. [color=f26522]"...Okay. So far, so good." [/color] Bolly nodded along, looking to the others with an amused look on her face. Hanuquinn raised her hand.[color=6ecff6] "Isn't that just what we normally do, Harley?"[/color] Harley pointed at her.[color=f49ac2] "No. What we do is we kill whoever the heck we want, then say they were a dickhead afterwards. This time, we're gonna kill some guy because he's a dickhead. Maybe."[/color] Harley hesitated, biting her marker. [color=f49ac2]"Okay, ladies. I'm just gonna come out and say it."[/color] Harley said. [color=ec008c]"You're getting married!?"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Omg, congratulations!"[/color] [b]"We're blowing up Arkham!"[/b] [color=39b54a]"I knew you would remember my birthday!"[/color] [color=f26522]"It's time to [i]KILL THE BATMAN![/i]"[/color] [color=a187be]"You don't really have a PysD!"[/color] [color=f49ac2]"UPUPUBPUBUBUB- WOAh, HEY NOW, WHAT, fuck the SHUT up! No I'm not-!? You guys- Wh-"[/color] Harley sputtered, clenching her fists as her team exploded chaotically in a cacophany of chatter. [color=f49ac2]"Are you chucklefucks gonna listen to me or what!? I'm up here! I got da marker! I got the FUCKIN!!-- W-wait, Harvey, it's ya birthday?"[/color] Harley asked, her tone changing completely. Harvey smiled sweetly and crossed his legs, nodding. [color=f49ac2]"Wow! Congrats, buddy. I'm sorry, I musta forgot."[/color] [color=39b54a]"D'aw, it's okay, Quinn. I only had one so far with you all, and it was near the beginning. My first present was getting to be with you all in the first place!" [/color] Harvey exclaimed, and the girls aww'd. Coach was listening to all this with the bemused expression that always attatched to her features. She was usually silent, letting the ladies discussion take their natural course. They were fascinating to listen too, in her opinion. She wondered frequently how they thought. All of them were enigmas in her own way, while Coach thought of herself as somewhat of an open book. Though unbeknownst to her, the Gang-a-Harleys often thought that of her. [color=f49ac2]"Aw, geez, shuddup, you."[/color] Harley waved him away. [color=f49ac2]"Plan Thruno, get Harvey a birthday cake."[/color] Harley said what she was writing aloud. Her handwriting was easily legible, but had a styling that made it a little fancy. It's consistency and the steadiness of her hand made it down-right beautiful as well from a caligraphy standpoint. [color=f49ac2]"What flavor do ya like?"[/color] [color=39b54a]"I've always been partial to-" [/color][color=f49ac2]"SHEKET, HARVEY! We're gettin' off task! I was sayin' somethin'!"[/color] Harley exclaimed loudly, though without the acidic edge she had earlier when yelling at Queens. Harvey's eyes widened and he frowned good-naturedly, looking at Carli and shrugged. Carli giggled. [color=f49ac2]"IIIIII AAAMmmm..."[/color] Harley shouted, but then trailed off as she looked down at her expecting pupils. [color=f49ac2]"I, Harleen Frances Quinzel, AM...!"[/color] Harley began again, rousing up her courage. Everyone looked back and forth, and Coach leaned forward expectantly, a smug smirk on her face. She had been expecting this, but not this soon. Harley tugged at her low collar. [color=f49ac2]"Geez...is it uh...is it hot in here or what?"[/color] [b]"No, it's really cold, like always. Like uncomfortably cold. Because we never pay the heating bills."[/b] Harlem said flatly. [color=f49ac2]"Wha- Coach!" [/color]Harley looked incredulously over to the woman. [color=f49ac2]"Why haven't you been payin' our heatin' bills!?"[/color] "I'm blind, Harleen." [color=f49ac2]"Blind to the needs of my membas, that is! Yeesh! Harlem, why don't you do it?"[/color] Harley asked. "Why are you stalling?" Coach asked. [color=f49ac2]"I am not stalling! I'm...just...wondering. Bein'...[sub][i]pfftttssststssttststsssss[/i][/sub]....That's all. Shuddup, Coach! You don't know me!"[/color] Harley protested. Everyone glanced at Harley, then back at Coach. "I think I know you a little, Harley. And I think you need get to the point. They trust you. They'd follow you anywhere." Coach gently reassured her friend. Harley frowned, her mouth wound up to the side of her face. At this point, the Harleys began to speak up. [color=ec008c]"Yeah, Harley! Anywhere!"[/color] [b]"And anything."[/b] [color=f26522]"You know it!"[/color] [color=a187be]"You can tell us."[/color] [color=39b54a]"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Spit it out, already!"[/color] Harley looked down at her best friends, lower limp trembling. Then she looked back at coach. [color=f49ac2]"Ugh...stupid...wise-ass...frickin'...alright! All right. Here I go."[/color] Harley wrapped her hands together and breathed in deep. [color=f49ac2]"I...Harley Quinn...am getting into the uh...the hero business."[/color] [color=ec008c]"NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!"[/color] [color=f26522]"WHAT!? BULLSHIT!"[/color] [b]"Oh, fuck off!"[/b] [color=6ecff6]"N-no! Please, no, anything but that!"[/color] [color=39b54a]"Worst birthday ever!"[/color] [color=a187be]"Fuck me in the ass!"[/color] Queens fell out of her chair and onto her hands and knees, clutching at the carpet with pale white knuckles. Bolly exploded out of her seat, sending it flying backwards and began to storm out of the room. Harlem turned like she had taken a slap to the face and recoiled to the far side of the lounge. Hanuquinn bowed her head and began to cry. Harvey crossed his arms and just stared at Harvey. [color=39b54a]"Look at what you did!" [/color] Carli face palmed, dejected, and sank back into her seat. Harley's face dropped and she watched in horror as all this occured in a matter of seconds. Coach was genuinely taken aback, her eyebrows furrowing upwards. For once in her life, Harley was speechless. [color=f49ac2]"Wh---wh--wait---"[/color] She stammered. [color=ec008c]"AAAGH! I'M GONNA KILL EVERYONE IN THE WORLD AND THEN MYSELF!!! NOOO!!!"[/color] Queens shouted, raising from the ground and sprinting out the front door, arms flailing. Harlem looked sternly at Harley and then ran after the pink-haired wild woman. Harvey guided Hanuquinn out of the lounge and down one of the hallways. whispering to her reassuringly. [color=f26522]"Motherfucker. I'm gonna go find something to blow up."[/color] Bolly said, and then headed ominously towards her bedroom. Carli just kept facepalming, the last member of the Harleys in the room. [color=f49ac2]"C-c-c-Carli?"[/color] Harley asked, her eyes welling. [color=a187be]"Yeah. Sorry, Quinn. That's a lot." [/color] She said, before turning and heading out the door. Harley was alone with Coach now, who had wheeled a few feet back. [color=f49ac2]"What happened to followin' me anywhere!? What the frick!?"[/color] Harley threw her arms into the air as her temper began to flare. "W-well-" [color=f49ac2]"YOU REALLY SCREWED THE POOCH ON THAT ONE, COACH!"[/color] Harley shouted angrily, causing Coach to flinch. "I...I'm sure they'll come around, Harley. You know how they can be." Coach offered. Harley was trembling, and wiped something out of her eye. She took a few steps to the right, a few steps to the left, and then just collapsed into a cross legged sitting position where she was, head hung low and sunk into her palms. [color=f49ac2]"Oh maaannn...I dunno what I'm gonna do if I don't have those guys no more."[/color] Harley moaned dejectedly. [color=f49ac2]"This really stinks."[/color] After a moment she glanced up, her makeup beginning to run a little down her pale white face. [color=f49ac2]"D'you really think they'll come around, Coach?"[/color] Harley asked, her voice small. "Well..." Coach said, wheeling over to where she heard Harley coming from. Her wheelchair followed the grooves of the floor and she went up a piece of wood laid out so she could get onto the stage. "Queens says she's gonna kill everyone in the world and then herself whenever she loses at Monopoly. Or her TV romances don't work out." [color=f49ac2]"Yeah...but what if this time she means it?"[/color] Harley asked again. [color=f49ac2]"I think she really could do it."[/color] "Hmm..." Coach smirked. "And as for the others..." [color=f49ac2]"I ruined Harvey's birthday!"[/color] "Oh, he'll be fine." [color=f49ac2]"I made Hanuquin cry! They're all pissed at me! Why is this so hard!?"[/color] Harley buried her face in her hands again. "Listen, Quinn. I've been predicting this for a while. You always cared way too much to be a villain. Your problem before was that...you cared about the wrong person." Coach said softly. She moved closer and placed a hand on Harley's shoulder. "These are good people. They just need time to adjust. After all, you're one who did the job of convincing them the hero business was for idiots, and goodie two-shoes, and morons, and they weren't really heroes, and that they hated fun, and that-" [color=f49ac2]"Alright, alright!"[/color] Harley sat up straight, a laugh in her voice. [color=f49ac2]"I get it. Consequences. I dug my own bed and now I gotta count my chickens." [/color] Harley summed up succinctly. [color=f49ac2]"Look, I'll make it up to 'em. Just because we're savin' people doesn't mean we can't have fun. I'm gonna plan something big. We'll pull off a heist. Just because we're heroes doesn't mean we can't rob banks!"[/color] "Um..." [color=f49ac2]"No, no, really! Like Robin Hood. Not bird boy, real Robin Hood, from the medieval times. Real fake Robin Hood, the one that wasn't real. But--- you get it. You know the guy! Take from the rich and give to the poor!" [/color] Harley assured Coach. [color=f49ac2]"I'm dirt poor kind of! At least I am now that I ain't with my puddin- with Mistah J- with, uh the Joker anymore."[/color] Harley's voice briefly wavered in it's raising confidence. After a moment she gestured wildly at the area around her, raising her voice and forging ahead. [color=f49ac2] Who's gonna pay for this lounge!? So really taking from the rich and giving to myself is just me being Robin Hood. Everybody likes that guy." [/color] Harley nodded, self-satisfied. After a moment she started up again, leaning towards Coach. [color=f49ac2]"Or we could steal from Cobblepot, or Fisk, or any-a those other fat cats that milk their cities dry. There's loads of 'em! Once we get the money rollin' again, I'm sure the Harleys will come around. Yeah, yeah, that's a good plan."[/color] Harley stood up at this point, picking herself up figuratively and literally. [color=f49ac2]"Okay, okay, I just need to give them a gift. Something they'll think is fun, and is also really frickin' heroic! If I can't get them on board, then I can't get anyone onboard."[/color] Harley looked down at Coach. [color=f49ac2]"You're with me, right?"[/color] She asked. "Always. And I think the girls are, too. They just need a little encouragement." Coach said, smiling. [color=f49ac2]"Yeah...a little encouragement. That's a good way of puttin' it. Thanks, Coach. You're the best. Sorry for yelling at you, you didn't screw the pooch, that was definitely me."[/color] Harley apologized quickly as she hopped down from the heightened area of the floor. After a moment Harley hesitated.[color=f49ac2]"Did you...is your little..."[/color] Harley turned around and looked at Coach, and Harley mimed like she was putting on a helmet. "The AR headset? It's great." Coach reponded, taking off her dark glasses. Her green eyes looked vaguely in Harley's direction, her smile small but bright. "Thanks again for that." [color=f49ac2]"Yes!"[/color] Harley pumped her fist.[color=f49ac2] "Oh, man, totally worth it." [/color] Her heart surged with the warm fuzzy feeling of doing something nice for someone else. Her morality ignoring the guilt one might normally feel from doing many crimes to do so. [color=f49ac2]"Alright Coach...start lookin' for opportunity. I'm gonna hit the streets, check with some of my sources...there's always somethin' to steal, somethin' to nab."[/color] Harley's voice began to fade as she jogged down a hallway. Coach nodded and began to make her way back to her room, smirking and shaking her head. [color=f49ac2]"Been too long since I-"[/color] Harley halted her momentum and exploded into a dark room. Inside, Harvey and Hanuquin were watching some cheesy rom-com and eating ice cream from the tub.. Eyes wide, they startled backwards on the sleeping bags they were sitting on. [color=f49ac2]"I'LL SHOW YOU! YOU'LL SEE! YOU'RE GONNA BE SO ONBOARD I'M gonna- GONNA CALL YOU A COMPUTAH! SEE YA, CHUMPS!"[/color] Harley slammed the door and was now sprinting down the hallway, towards the garage. [color=f49ac2]"Been too long since I did a good ol' fashioned heist!" [/color] She whispered to herself, her eyes glittering with ambition and a smile spreading across her face.