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Her next move is an IRRATIONAL one. Harley goes from wanting to FUCK the other woman to wanting KILL her in a matter of SECONDS. She could care LESS that the woman EASILY can out power her. It doesn’t STOP Harley’s hand from finding itself AROUND the woman’s NECK, GRIPPING TIGHTLY as she SLAMS her body against a nearby car.

                                              “BACK. THE. FUCK. OFF.”

Is uttered through CLENCHED teeth. The GAME was over now. Harley was done PLAYING around, she was now PISSED THE FUCK OFF. She’s SEETHING at this point, chest HEAVING up and down as the ANGER boils inside of her. 

Just MENTIONING her FORMER lover’s name is enough to cause her to SNAP. What’s even WORSE is that the woman was willing to get her KILLED in order to get what she wants. 

       “D’ya think this is some fuckin’ Joke?! This my god damn life yer fuckin’ ‘round wit.
  I ain’t ‘bout t’be yer snitch but I swear t’god if ya even mention my name I will come after ya
      and slit yer fuckin’ throat m’self. At first this was cute but now yer just pisssin’ me off.”

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               “ AND YOU’RE FUCKING AROUND WITH SOME KID’S LIFE!! “

          an unfair advantage keeps her from retaliating at first. not even the threat of death compels jessica to lose her cool, which is remarkable considering her track record. the hand wrapped around her throat possesses an impressive amount of strength, but nowhere near enough for the investigator worry.

          inspiring fear in her heart requires a very particular set of skills that harley quinn simply doesn’t possess. she’s experienced things that make the mere concept of death nothing more than a passing daydream. because there are things in this world that she knows can do the impossible, herself being a prime example. jessica has gazed into the eyes of evil & what she’s seen therein has left a scar no eye can see. 

          nobody should stripped of hope before they’ve even had the chance to truly live their life. call it some kind of ill fated redemption, but she’s driven – some cases just don’t let you go. jessica’s hand grips the psychopath’s wrist & she squeezes, feeling just how brittle the bones in her grasp really are. one wrong move & she’ll turn them to dust. slowly, she removes the woman’s hand from her throat, holding her gaze.

               “ i’m not like those costumed assholes … “

          now she’s twisting the woman’s wrist, toxicity spilling from her lips. “ i’m not a nice person. not some kind of hero, either. so if you think, for one second, i won’t hurt you, then you obviously have no idea who i am. “

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