Post by Harleen Quinzel on Jul 26, 2015 23:01:33 GMT -5
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╳ HARLEEN QUINZEL
Harleen Quinzel, as Harley Quinn, has no true or real superpowers by definition. She does, however, have enhanced strength, speed, and agility, along with an immunity to most poisons and toxins, as well as a minor healing factor, due to a potion given to her by the Prime Earth Poison Ivy. Other than this, she has shown to have impressive gymnastic skill, to a level to even rival Olympic qualifiers. Quinzel is also fairly adept with handling firearms and other miscellaneous weaponry and gadgets, her favorite being a mallet.
"Deadshot was dead, and the Mister J had finally returned.
Well, nearly three months ago, I lose track of time anymore. Always busy, always alone, always trying to keep it the fuck together. I wore the Red Hood outfit, drab and ugly as it was, I did it for him. I would do anythin' for my puddin', of course, so wearin' stupid red mask wasn't out of the question. Batman was corned, I had him, then...it was a trick, I shoulda known I wouldn't be allowed to take the last hit. My oh so loving darling rigged a chemical vat to explode, knocking me right the fuck out and letting Bats run away to play as he wished once again.
When I finally came to, let me tell you, everything was totally different. It was Gotham, but it wasn't, something had changed. Some tacky lookin' ginger Riddler wannabe callin' himself Arcade owns the place now, or whatever. Ain't that the biggest joke around - nobody's been able to hold this city for more than a week, and not like the police force, hahahahahahahahahhahahahaha, sorry, just the thought of them, it's so funny.
I haven't been able to find puddin', I haven't been able to find Ivy, all I've found for weeks are horrible people who have horrible senses of humor. It's awful. My feet hurt. I want to go home. Why is nobody listening to Carnival of the Animals? I've lost touch with reality, haha, well, a bit, it's probably all of those toxins that have gone through my body. Or maybe I'm just homesick. Or lovesick. Or both.
This Arcade guy has done some cool things, I guess, better than anything Dent ever did to the city. We get points for smashing heads in, which I guess, is alright, I don't really know what these points do, but getting a lot seems totally awesome. And smashing heads is good stress relief.
Honestly, I really, really miss my hyenas, and I'm done with this biography."
"Deadshot was dead, and the Mister J had finally returned.
Well, nearly three months ago, I lose track of time anymore. Always busy, always alone, always trying to keep it the fuck together. I wore the Red Hood outfit, drab and ugly as it was, I did it for him. I would do anythin' for my puddin', of course, so wearin' stupid red mask wasn't out of the question. Batman was corned, I had him, then...it was a trick, I shoulda known I wouldn't be allowed to take the last hit. My oh so loving darling rigged a chemical vat to explode, knocking me right the fuck out and letting Bats run away to play as he wished once again.
When I finally came to, let me tell you, everything was totally different. It was Gotham, but it wasn't, something had changed. Some tacky lookin' ginger Riddler wannabe callin' himself Arcade owns the place now, or whatever. Ain't that the biggest joke around - nobody's been able to hold this city for more than a week, and not like the police force, hahahahahahahahahhahahahaha, sorry, just the thought of them, it's so funny.
I haven't been able to find puddin', I haven't been able to find Ivy, all I've found for weeks are horrible people who have horrible senses of humor. It's awful. My feet hurt. I want to go home. Why is nobody listening to Carnival of the Animals? I've lost touch with reality, haha, well, a bit, it's probably all of those toxins that have gone through my body. Or maybe I'm just homesick. Or lovesick. Or both.
This Arcade guy has done some cool things, I guess, better than anything Dent ever did to the city. We get points for smashing heads in, which I guess, is alright, I don't really know what these points do, but getting a lot seems totally awesome. And smashing heads is good stress relief.
Honestly, I really, really miss my hyenas, and I'm done with this biography."
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