Harley Quinn is the creation of Paul Dini and Bruce Timm and the intellectual property of DC Comics.

Special thanks to the Lawaifuteca Youtube channel for the inspiration.

La Waifuteca: The Fanfiction Series.

4- Harleen Frances Quinzel.

Measurements:

Bust: 83 cm.

Waist: 57 cm.

Hips: 87 cm.

Age:

28 years old.

Height:

168 cm.

Weight:

63.5 kg.

Eyes:

Brown, with blue contacts.

Hair:

Brown, dyed blonde.

What's the Deal with Harley Quinn?

The first child of an empoverished Jewish family in Gotham City. She is not a practitioner of the Jewish faith. Her younger brother was a mooching imbecile, her father was a drunk, and her mother was spineless. She earned a tuition through her innate gymnastic skills, and she enrolled to study Psychiatry in Gotham College.

She was smart but also very lazy and took the easy path of seducing her teachers to pass her grades without studying. As a result she was underqualified when she graduated, but her high scores landed her a job at Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. She wanted and eventually got a position treating the infamous Joker.

Planning to write a tell-all book on the Joker and strike it rich, Harleen was instead seduced by the Clown Prince of Crime, who used her as a dupe to easily escape Arkham. Harley followed the Joker out during the No Man's Land debacle, donned a harlequin costume, and selfappointed herself his sidekick, Harley Quinn.

The Joker kept Harley as lovesick help for several years, abusing her when he felt like it and employing her as a pawn in many fights against the Batman. Eventually she got fed up with him, escaped, and struck a new relationship with fellow villainess Poison Ivy. Every so often she would join the Joker again until he disappointed her again. Harley also was a frequent forced member of Amanda Waller's Task Force X and sometimes treated to team up with superheroes against even more fiendish supervillains.

The Tragedy of Harley and The Joker.

"It's… th-this is wrong," she coughed, choking on her own blood as she lay dying. "I only ever did any of this 'cause I l-loved you…"

He smiled almost benevolently, patting her cheek. "Oh, Harley, but you shouldn't have bothered. I'm not worth loving. And by loving me, neither are you."

But she could not listen anymore.

Exes.

"Ah! It's you!" Harley gasped loudly, whipping her head back from the Bank executive she had been harassing wackily and towards the large hole just blown up in the bank's wall, and the gang entering through it.

"Oh. It's you," the Joker deadpanned.

"I knew it!" Harley pointed at him. "You're here to pull me back to you, aren't you?! Because you chauvinistic patriarchal pig are always out to mark me as your property, but it won't work because now I'm an empowered anti-heroine who is a badass in her own right and has a highly rated TV show and a best selling book with spinoffs and everything and also stars in the Suicide Squad as if I were Wolverine in the nineties and I was in Multiversus for over a year before you and I'm so tough now I'm going to punch you and kick you in the balls! Again!"

"Uh, actually, I'm here just to rob the bank," the Joker dryly said, casually shooting the bank executive through the head while his men blew the safes up.

Harley kept rambling on, undeterred. "Yeah, that's what your filthy lies would like to make me believe, but I know better because I'm wise to you and that's why I don't need you anymore and just so you know since I left you I have my own quirky and highly diverse supporting cast and my own Coney Island empire and I slept with Nightwing and a side-splittin' Deadpool parody and Lobo and Deadshot and I have my sweet sweet widdle dahling Ivy who is so like this much more successful than you snappy jokey killer and I'll kick you in the balls now, again..."

"I'm just going to rob the damn bank," Joker sighed, pulling money into a large bag as his men readied the escape truck.

"Well, I wasn't going to, I was just going to open an account with all the honest money I've earned from my successful movies and animated series where I'll kick you in the balls next season because I don't need you anymore, and I was just having a very fine routine comedy with this gentleman that was much more hilarious than anything you ever could pull off, and I'm not a villain anymore no matter how much I hang out with other villains with more balls to kick than you and I'm a real anti-heroine with real cred and I even could join the Justice League if I wanted to and I take rides in the Batmobile all the time and-"

"You haven't stopped us from just killing everyone in the bank," Joker blandly pointed out, getting behind the truck's driving wheel and tightening his seatbelt.

"Shut up! Don't lecture me on how to do my badass anti-heroine job, you manipulative fiend I'm through with! I've got to lecture you first! And then I'll kick you in the balls and- Wait, where are you going?! I haven't kicked you in the balls- again- yet!"

The Joker rolled his eyes. "Harley. Get over it already," he adviced, and then drove away.

Harley huffed indignantly. "Well, that showed him up!" she told all the gassed, grinning dead bodies all across the bank. "He's terrified of me now, see?!"

There was a beat.

"Still, I think I'll choose another bank. No offense, but this one has awful security..."

Should Old Acquaintances Be Stuffed.

"Hey, stop sniffin' my beaver," Harleen warned.

Chamo pulled back from the stuffed animal sitting on the shelf and looked nervously towards the kitchen. "I wasn't sniffing it, what kind of weirdo do you take me for?" he defended himself. "It's just that... well... where did you get this anyway?"

"I won Bernie fair an' square in Coney Island, back when I was livin' there," she reminisced, stirring the fried chicken for herself and her guest. "Why do y'ask?"

Chamo hesitated while glancing uneasily at the other animal's dead eyes, one of them a hollow burnt hole through damaged fur. "N-Nothing... Reminds me of a fella I knew a while ago, that's all..."

Harley blinked curiously, glancing back over her shoulder. "For reals? He could talk like you?"

"Well, not all familiars are ermines, even if we ARE the best," Chamo puffed his chest up in pride. "His name was Marcel, a French Canadian guy, not bad at all, but too loudmouthed, and I haven't heard of him for so long..." He looked at the beaver's expressionless face again. "I was just wondering..."

Harley shrugged as she walked back in with two plates and set them on the table. "You're probably overthinkin' things. What are the odds?"

"Y-Yeah, what indeed..." he chuckled rattily, leaping over and to the table, grabbing his first piece and chewing on it. The two hyenas approached the table, tails wagging, and Harley grabbed two other pieces from Chamo's plate and threw them at them. "Hey, that's mine!"

"Nah, they're mine, and so's this apartment," she reminded him, chewing noisily. "So, there's ermine familiars and beaver familiars, huh... And what else?"

"Well, there's also rabbits, like Despair-sensei's Mesousa," Chamo recalled, "and dogs, like Anya's Courage, and-"

"And then there's the likes of me," one of the hyenas said matter-of-factly then, already polishing the bone he'd gotten clean with his tongue.

Harley and Chamo stared at him in mute shock.

The hyena shrugged his furry shoulders. "What can I say, Harley? You never asked!"

She made an angry, high pitched whine, and then leapt for them, even as the first hyena dodged quickly. She still grabbed the other one and began rattling him angrily. "How could you, all through these years?! All through everythin' Joker ever did to me, an'-?!"

"Hmm, Harley..." the first hyena said as Chamo simply started eating from Harley's plate.

"Shut up, Bud, you're next but first I'm killin' Lou!" she roared even as the helpless animal she was rattling whimpered in pain. "You took me f'r an idiot this whole time, whatever gave ya the impression I was an idiot-?!"

"Well, for starters," Bud said eloquently, "you're killing Lou even when he's just a poor, dumb animal."

Harley stopped suddenly, her eyes shrank, and finally, she let go of Lou, who ran to hide at a corner, sobbing and with his tail between his legs.

Bud nodded. "That's better. See, this is why I never told you, there's never any way to know when you-"

Then she threw Bernie squarely at his head and knocked him out.

The Ex.

The Joker began advancing towards him, nonchalantly. "I heard Harley's hanging around your little gang now," he said.

Negi narrowed his eyes. "That's no business of yours."

"So uppity!" the clown said, unafraid. "Back in my day we respected our elders! Well, some of us did anyway. It may shock you, but I was more of a delinquent. I think. Anyway—"

"You should surrender now," Negi said patiently.

There was a low, raspy chortle. "You act more confident than the last time we met. And the girls around you… I can smell the upgrade from the whole lotta you, yanno. I've seen a lot of weird crap, kid, and—"

Negi raised a hand. "Stop. I'm not interested on what Haruna calls Hannibal Lectures."

The chortle grew into a short, sinister burst of laughter. "Even using your yobisute now! I knew it! Let me tell you something about Harley that will shock you, she—"

Negi punched him in the teeth.

Really, children nowadays. They couldn't get the protocol correctly, ever.

En conclusion, aunque tenga una belleza de infarto igual se la ensarto.