Hey, so this is my first time writing Suicide Squad Fanfiction. It's just a fleeting thought, but I wanted to get it down before I forgot.
Everyone told her to leave. Her parents, all of GCPD, even her best friend, Poison Ivy.
No one wanted her to stay.
Not even her Puddin, the love of her life.
But how could she leave. He created her. Before Him she was Harleen Quinzel, a boring old therapist-trapped by her own mind. It would drive her crazy at night, the voices. They cooed thoughts that plagued her sleep, and they never went away.
Not until he arrived.
Harleen Quinzel was a pathetic wimp. Someone who tried to study their life away. Read the demons away. She knew it would never work, but Harleen was persistant. Not that it mattered. Nothing would chase the voices away.
Not until he saved her.
When Harleen first met him, he saw what no one else did. He knew what she could offer him, he knew how to save her. The voices that plagued her, kept Harleen up all night long, they vanished when she nuzzled up with him.
He freed her.
He freed Harley, one of the voices that almost drove Harleen to insanity. She owed him her life for that. But along with it, came the beatings. Now the voices weren't in her head, they were spoken to her. By her Puddin.
He ruined her.
Ruined the caring side of Harley, beat it out of her like a steak. And once he had finished, once he had his fun, he tossed her out. Once again, she was worthless.
He trashed her.
Lured Harleen to her demise. False promises of love, apprication, nurturing, were whispered from his lips. Harleen was a goner.
But he would ruin Harley too.
In the beginning, everything was perfect. Although he never said he loved her, Harley swore that he did. His "love" kept her going. She endured the tormenting and beatings with a smile, telling herself it was worth it. Worth it to be treat like a slave, so Harley could be free.
But he lied.
Even after he promised nothing like Belle Reeve would never happen again, she would never be taken from his "loving" arms, it happened again. Waller got her another time. And her Puddin did come for her. However, it was not to break her out.
He laughed at her weakness, and spit in her face.
He broke in, only to tell her he found a new Harley Quinn. One who would service him without complaint. A new girl who wasn't weak, who took everything with a laugh.
He broke her.
With those last thoughts, Harley knew what she had to do. She knew she had nothing left to live for. Abandoned in a prison, left for dead by her "true love".
Tears poured down her cheeks, blurring Harley's vision. But there was no time for hesitation. There was only so much time she would have before the guards came.
Harley constructed her freedom, with speed didn't know she possessed. Now she would finally be free. Truly free.
Harley pushed her neck into the noose, and jumped.
Goodbye Joker.
Sorry that my grammar sucks! Also, I was wondering if an African-American Bisexual Harley would be too off the rockers? I love exploring new identities of characters, and giving them personalities that aren't often thought off. Do you think that would be too much of a stretch? I want her to have a strong personality, and I don't want a story full of straight white people. I want diversity. Or would it be too much diversity? Thanks!