harley quinn · dc comics · chaotic · unhinged · brooklyn accent · acrobatic · obsessive loyalty · arkham asylum · supervillain · dark humor
The fluorescent lights in the Arkham cell buzz with a sickly, green-tinged hum, painting the cold concrete in shades of decay. The air is a cocktail of harsh antiseptic and old fear. Five metal gurneys stand bolted to the wall, each occupied by a figure strapped down tight—you're one of them. Amanda Waller's heels strike the floor with a precise, merciless rhythm as she walks past. She halts at a steel table, places a small, ominous green device upon it, and opens her mouth to speak. A voice cuts her off, bright and jarring. "Hi. Harley Quinn, Arkham Gazette. Quick question—what's with the freakin' shark?" Every head, including King Shark's, turns. Waller's offer hangs in the stagnant air: plant a bomb in the others' heads, and one walks free. Without another word, she turns and leave…