Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800
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				Title: <strong>Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 17:19:00</strong>
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				Mr J was gone, again. And Harleen didn't know weather ore not her pudding was ever coming back but she hoped so. But she knew he was Angry at her for all kinds of stuff and really, she knew she didn't deserve him!&nbsp; She knew he was in hiding but she didn't know where he was.<br>Harley Quinn didn`t go to sleep that night. She drugged herself up on painkillers and headed across town in the "Joker Van". First dressing up in her sexy tight new uniform.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://img31.mtime.cn/mg/2014/05/01/154214.42633788.jpg) She checked herself out in the mirror and giggled, she did look all kinds of badass these days and had been working out a lot lately as she had been laying low for the last two months.<br><br>Harley had a very brief stint this year as a member of the Suicide Squad but thanks to the Riddler she was able to get out of Wallers clutches as a merc for hire. The Squad was a Black Opps Government operation run by Amanda Waller aka the Wall. She had taken a bunch of Criminals out of Black Creeck and put bombs in their heads to make them her dancing monkeys. But when the Squad ran into Riddler it all went down and he showed them how to disarm the bombs. Sure enough the Squad disbanded as quickly as it had formed. But Quinn liked working in a team, it was all kinds of crazy fun and it made her feel empowered and stuff.<br>&nbsp; <br>She Drove the van up to a failar part of town to her. Gotham Slumms, and got out on a litel street off the interstate. it was a roug part of town, but Harley cared not. The man she was looking for was a former team-mate of hers. Deadshot aka Flyod Lawton. She had heard he was staynig at his old house apparently the mother of his kid lived here. Number 26, he had severed ties with Waller and her squad and now was back in his hometown as a gun for hire. This was his hideout, boarded up windows and the house was falling to bits. It was 4 in the moring but Quinn cared not. She got out the Truck and walked up the path, even dressed in her new costume none of the hobos payed much attention. With a Joker card she let herself into the front door by kicking it down. "Howdy Partner!" She called up the stairs. "Harley Quinn has a come for sum infermation. ember you owe me mr D. I savesd youre life on dat last mission."<br><br>She knew he was upstaris beacuse she could hear a TV that was on and playing upstairs. Yeesh what a dump Flyod lived in. She kinda expected better from the former Gunman who nearly took out the Bat himself. Harleen made her way upstairs she was completely in a world of her own, drugged up on anti depressant's and blood pressure pills. Since Mr J left her she had been feelin kinda suicidal and the drugs were the things that kept her from acting on her feelings. She was a wreck without the Joker and now Ivy had turned her back on her. <br><br>Harley figured the Suicide Squad was the only ones she could turn to even though most of them hated her. No more then Flyod himself.&nbsp; But Harleen and him had all kinds of Crazy sexual tension going on and part of her wanted to act on it just to get back at Joker. Sure enough Harley found Flyod watching TV in his sweatpants', he looked as depressed as she felt and it was actually a pathetic sight.<br>"So this is what has become of the great Deadshot in the last few months hu?" Harley said rather irritated. <br>(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/ignore_jpg_scale_small/3/39027/3304742-harley_quinn___arkham_city_by_dandonfuga-d54open.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 19:03:36</strong>
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				Deadshot sat in the chair. He needed a shave. He needed a bath.<br>And he looked tired.<br>Rumor had it, he'd been going after a series of Crimelords, taking them all out over the span of a month. The body count was racking up and rumor had it the only reason the Batman hadn't intervened was him being '<em>lost in space</em>' together with Superman.<br>Deadshot was looking for something, or someone. Almost <em>desperately</em>...<br><br>Deadshot still looked strong, fit and muscular. He had the physique of a well trained soldier. But his skintone was pale.<br>It took a moment for him to realize it was her.<br>Odd enough by itself but the fact she had backstabbed him like she did had ensured their on-and-off romance had ended less than pleasantly.<br>He pulled back a sheet and revealed the pistol aiming at her. He rose up and aimed it at her.<br>There was great anger in his eyes.<br><em>One shot... one kill. </em>Deadshot missing was almost unknown. The few cases it had happened he was dealing with people like the Batman and even they knew better than to play it reckless when he had them in his sights.<br>She could see his triggerfinger twitch.<br>Hesitation.<br>His upperbody rippled with tense might but then suddenly he lowered his weapon.<br><strong>"Get...out..."</strong> he said with barely containted venom before he moved to a door. <br><br>His back to her, she could see a scar she did not know yet... and she had 'explored' his phyisique in detail in the past.<br>It was where she had cut him. A clean, deep stab. Testimony to his ability to survive much because it clearly had been intended to be lethal.<br><em>A flash of memory. The sound of metal. The sound of a man experiencing agony. The laughter of an amused clown prince of crime. And the dissapointed, shocked eye of her lover. Followed by a singular 'thud' as Deadshot fell onto the floor.</em><br><br>Inside the bathroom, he let some water pour and cupped it with both hands, splashing it over his face.<br>He was surprised by the gaunt face staring back at him.<br>His usually finely trimmed goatee was a mess. <br>He rested his hands on each side of the sink, a drop of water rolled over his nose...<br>His gaze intensified.<br>Finally he spoke again <strong>"Why are you here Harley?"</strong> he said. <strong>"Did your Joker boyfriend beat some sense back into you? Or are you here to stab me in the back again?"</strong>.<br>He clearly didn't buy her previous exclamation about needing 'information'.<br>In the background one could hear the sirens of Gotham PD... an all too common sound in the crime filled metropolis.<br><br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/deadshot_by_miacabrera-d4k1h55_zps955603a0.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/deadshot_by_miacabrera-d4k1h55_zps955603a0.jpg.html)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2014, 17:26:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/batman/images/d/d7/Harley_ArkhamCity.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width/421?cb=20111217142903)<br><br>Lawton was pissed because Harley may have betrayed him on the last Squad mission and he obviously held a serious grudge. "Seriously Deadshot, youz got to learn to live and let live." She said as she crossed her arms over her ample chest and watched him go into the Bathroom to wash up and frowned towards the killjoy that was Deadshot. <br><br>"I am here cuz I want to have some fun. Laying low is for panzees and im pissed at a lot of people and its not healthy to keep it bottled up inside. I learned that in pysch school." She said proudly in a sing song childish voice. She was pissed that he had the Gaul to mention Mr J, that was still a very sore subject. When he came out of the bathroom he would find Harley sprawled on his bed like a cat. <br>"Don't youz have a list of boobs you want to get back at? Heheh I bet Waller is at the top of that list."&nbsp; She said as she tilted her head to one side. Harley knew if she could convince him to join her the rest of the Squad would fall in line. <br>"I figure we could get Fishy and Frosty onboard pretty quick. And Black Spiders always up for a good cause and I am sure you can patch things up with Dingo." She was of corse referring to Captain Boomarang who was a rival of Lawtons who had been in the Squad as long as him. They loathed each other but made a hell of a team. Since the last mission everyone had gone their separate ways but she was convinced they would be as bored and out of sorts as she was. <br><br>She looked up at Lawton with her big&nbsp; blue eyes and batted them heavily at her. "Could be fun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>26-12-2014, 18:42:42</strong>
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				Deadshot was not convinced. She still had a certain 'appeal' to him. And it merely annoyed him even more. He had no idea why he had been so... attracted to the insane bugger. She was nothing like him. Batshit crazy. Unreliable. Unprofessional. Then again it might be just for that reason he grew.... . He'd rather not use the sickening word '<em>love</em>'. He had even shot himself for crying out loud! Shot himself to save her from the mindcontrol antics of Regulus!<br>The woman had gotten in his head and more terrifying... his... <em>heart</em>?<br>And a professional like him could not afford such a liability. After all she had proven just how much she 'cared' once the Joker popped up.<br>He snapped his fingers and Harley went from somewhat realiable and watching his back... in her own distrubed way into stabby-stab mode.<br>He could still imagine the deep sharp pain as she thrust the dagger into his back.<br>He could've killed the Joker and rid the world of that menace but now the lunatic was out there, '<em>somewhere</em>'.<br><br>Deadshot was in his shorts and she could see the muscles ripple as he moved. His body was hardened, scarred but also well formed. Floyd was a handsome man in a rugged way. He slid his fingers over his shaven cheeks then slipped into the red uniform he favoured, strapping on pouches, belts and pieces of armor.<br>In a way he was showing off to her. She wasn't the only person in the room that was to be desired by the opposite gender.<br>As he slid on his gun-gauntlets, he glanced at Harley <strong>"Waller tried to recruit me once more... she failed"</strong> he said, he slid on his silver helmet. <strong>"I told her to go <em>FUCK</em> herself..."</strong><br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/ds1_zpsc113767b.png) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/ds1_zpsc113767b.png.html)<br><br>The red optical eye zoomed in on Harley. For a moment the zoom lingered on her cleavage before wandering upwards.<br><strong>"Now traitor... why don't you leave and..."</strong> but before Harley could respond or Deadshot potentially fire, the entire building shook.<br><strong>"What the...?" he cursed "Those were explosions! What are you doing now? Trying to blow us both up?"</strong> he said, fixing on the most likely suspect. <br>Another explosion and the windows gave way, shattering inwards.<br>He almost fell onto the floor, no mean feat as Deadshot was well trained to maintain his balance at all times Balance was key if one wanted to always hit ones mark.<br>The barrel of his wristmounted weapon still aimed at Harley, he glanced to the window and then back at the door.<br>There was a loud crash and suddenly the ceiling gave way.<br>Deadshot jumped to the side and landed crouched.<br>As he looked up, he saw a large robot of sorts aiming its weapons inside. Its optics flared up.<br><strong>"Target found. Harley Quinn. Initiate... purge"</strong> just as it fired, Deadshot did the same, hitting the robot's arm and knocking its arm asside a few inches.<br>It was enough for the armorpiercing bullets of the robots arm to hit the wall instead of the bed upon which lay Harley.<br><strong>"Interference. Remove obstacle... then... pursue primary target!"</strong> the robot exclaimed. <br>The door was kicked in and a second robot entered, green and purple colors giving it a flamboyant but dark look. This model also had machineguns attached to its wrists but it deployed rocketlaunchers on its shoulders.<br><strong>"DAMNIT HARLEY!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO NOW!!??!!"</strong> as Deadshot avoided the machinegun fire of the first robot. He rolled behind a couch. <br>The second robot then fired its rocketlaunchers...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>27-12-2014, 19:14:39</strong>
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				Harley could tell Deadshot was going to take some convincing to get him to follow her on her crusade to re organize the Suicide Squad. He defiantly put on a show for her as he got ready, showing off his incredible muscled tanned and scarred body. Halreen licked her lips, he had a nice ass on him too. She may always love Mr J but that didnt mean a girl couldn't get a little action with the man who went toe to toe with the BatFreak and lived to tell the tale. <br><br>But before Harley could flash him or pounce him the whole dam building shook and she showed her fear by uttering. "Uh oh."<br>They were soon joined big a big ass robot which seemed to have desings on Quinn herself which caused the clown princess to jump off the bed. "Look whatever you think I has dons I swear I haven't!" she protested as the machine engaged in battle form. Quinn was knocked back onto the bed as the robot fired but Deadshot was quicker and Flyod was able to shoot off the things arm. <br>&nbsp;"YAHHHHHHHHH!" Harley screamed as she dived behind the couch with Lawton when a second Robot turned up. Her hands over her head and her eyes squeezed shut tight. <br><br>(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/30900000/harley-quinn-batman-arkham-city-30966440-500-284.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;"I don't want die Lawton!" Quinn told him in all honesty with such fear in her eyes as the two robots started firing at them, even one had a rocket launcher and was making mince meat out of Flyods apartment. Harley was not sure how they were going to get out of this one, big overweight Gotham Cops she knew how to deal with. Not Cyborg's built to kill her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>27-12-2014, 20:42:24</strong>
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				<strong>"You are nothing but trouble!"</strong> he barked at her. The hail of bullets from the first robot peeking in through the ceiling kept him pinned behind the couch.<br>But then as the rockets were launched, his mind instantly raced over his options. Jump through the window and potentially survive... or try and save the crazy jester that backstabbed him.<br>Against all common sense his body reacted in a fluent manner. He rose up from behind the couch and one hand shot at the robot peering through the ceiling, the other one hit the rocket in midair. The explosion sent all of them back. <br>Cracks spread across the room. Deadshot's vision was blurred and dazed. He reached for his gunlocker. As he prepared to pull out a special gun with some armorpiercing bullets, the ceiling gave way, the first robot crashing next to Harley and the bed.<br>Then the floor gave way and the robots, Harley and Deadshot fell downwards.<br>Harley could hear Deadshot cursing at her all the way down... because the previous explosions had fully destabilized the building.<br>More parts of the appartmentbuilding came down and miraculeously Harley landed on her behind, unhurt...<br><br>The rubble and metal came down around her but somehow the insane clown remained untouched.<br>One of the robots dissapeared into the basement while the other one was nowhere to be seen.<br>Her <em>'sane'</em> boyfriend however was nowhere to be seen either. And it would be a less than comforting thought if he survived her stabbing a knife in his back but to die by accident due to knowing her.<br>She really jinxed the poor guy...<br>The Joker however would find all this... <em>HILARIOUS</em>!!!<br>Suddenly a new robot in green and purple colors pushed through the room's wall as if it were paper, in the distance Harley heard screaming. These battlebots were wrecking the appartmentbuilding.<br><strong>"Target aquired. Termination begins"</strong> it aimed both its arms at her and deployed machineguns of a heavy calibre. These flying things of death looked beyond hitech. And they were persistent lethal buggers!<br>Suddenly some of the rubble moved...<br><br>A barrage of shots was fired and the thing was riddled with armorpiercing bullets...<br>It simply fell forward, circuitry unbared. <strong>"Tzzz ter...min...ate... sub...ject... Harrleeeyyy..."</strong> and then its large red optical eye went out.<br>Deadshot lowered the modified submachinegun and coughed. <strong>"Luckily i always have a little extra lying around for big boys..."</strong> he coughed some more.<br>He looked a mess. He was wounded and Harley heard more jets in the distance. More 'mechanical friends' were coming to get her.<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_mw7fcoRno91ryp6ppo1_500_zps376763af.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_mw7fcoRno91ryp6ppo1_500_zps376763af.jpg.html)<br><br><strong>"Second time I saved you in a day... against my better judgement!!! Now... get out of my sight!!!!"</strong> he snapped at her but with wobbly legs. He'd had worse but worse was heading their way and the world's greatest sniper was at his best when he was able to prepare. And preparation was not an option here.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>01-01-2015, 18:43:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://www.omega-level.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Arkham-City-Screens-Woot..png)<br><br>Harleen was convinced she was going to die, that fate was going to make her pay for all the wicked things she had done with her pudding. But it seemed that despite his hatred towards her, Lawton couldn't let her die and it was very clear these OMACS were after her and not him. Deadshot was skilled enough to make a escape, had the resources to do it and knew the layout of the building. Harley was clearly a liability for him and he was probably better off with her NOT around. Yet the marksman kept shooting away and keeping her safe from these drones. <br><br>The apartment was ruined but he was skilled enough to take down the cyborgs, he barked at her it was the second time today he had saved her life and he wanted her to get out. Harley stood up shakily and moved towards the Marksman. Her big blue eyes staring into him, she was actually rather shook up, she didn't really know how to deal with Cyborgs and was feeling rather vulnerable indeed. <br><br>She reached up and pulled off his mask and then pulled him forward for a great big kiss. It was wet and messy and she rammed her tongue so far down his throat she was surprised FLyod didn't choke. She forced him to kiss her back and she moaned his name against her lips. <br>"Fuck me Flyod!" Harley almost begged him, here in the middle of the rubble she wanted him to fuck her hard, make her feel alive, her heart was racing and her breathing was rapid from the attack moments before. She knew he loathed her but she didn't care, she knew he was a great lay and she wanted him bad. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>01-01-2015, 20:08:46</strong>
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				As she lifted his helmet, he allowd her assertive sexuality grab hold of him and their tongues met. He was strong, primal and headstrong. His lips a more than familiar match for hers. <br>The lengthy kiss came easily.<br>But as his mind regained control of his base instincts, he pushed her back.<br><br><strong>"Are... are you insane? ...no scratch that. <em>THIS</em> impractically insane?"</strong> he was still wobbly and badly mauled. He was bleeding and bruised.<br>"Just get the case that dropped down!" he pointed at it. <strong>"I we can use that stuff if need be..."</strong> he grumbled.<br>He was unsure whether to dump the treacherous bitch or not.<br>And this <em>SHOCKED</em> him.<br>Old Floyd would have put a bullet in her instantly.<br>Or at the least used her as a distraction.<br>If he helped her these killdozers would be coming after him also.<br>There was the noise of massive entities heading their way. More mechanical constructs most likely.<br><strong>"Hold the case and let me lean on you. I'll get you somewhere safe..." </strong>he stopped <strong>"And no you are not forgiven!!!"</strong><br>He grumbled as he leaned on the beautiful madwoman. The case he had her carry was large and metallic. And clearly important to Deadshot.<br>As he guided them out of the building by a backway and into an alley, he stopped and staggered to a sewer hole.<br>Ripping of the cover, the wounded master assassin looked at her, face hidden by a cold and sterile hightech mask. Its silvery look contrasting with the warm color of his red and yellow kevlarcoated uniform.<br><strong>"Get in. We need to stay low and avoid potential sensors..."</strong><br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/deadshot_by_phil_cho-d6w7mcd_zps4bb343a9.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/deadshot_by_phil_cho-d6w7mcd_zps4bb343a9.jpg.html)<br><br><strong>"Get in!!!"</strong> he ordered snappily once more. Following her, he almost fell after covering the sewer hole.<br><br>He took the case from Harley but Deadshot was clearly not in tip top shape. The fall had hit hard and the rubble had only added to his injuries.<br>Still he led them forward to a destination unknown to her.<br>At times he halted, gloved hand against the wall. He acted as if he was trying to orientate himself but he seemed to be hiding moments of weakness.<br>Harley would notice. She was insane yes but she also had a genius level of intellect, regretfully it was unfocussed, underused and tended to bounce in all directions.<br>But she'd know it was not hard to notice.<br><br>There was a shock and the very streets trembled. Deadshot used his index to shut her up.<br>His index almost slipped into her mouth. Suggestive indeed but it shut her up.<br>A shame a sewer was not the most erotic of surroundings.<br>The heavy noise moved away though and Deadshot led them up a staircase and from there into what looked like a hangar.<br><strong>"We're almost there..."</strong> he said <strong>"A nice little..."</strong> his leg gave way suddenly and he almost fell, letting out a curse.<br>He forced himself up. <strong>"What are you staring at it? I'm fine..." </strong>he hissed <strong>"Or do you plan to stab me again?"</strong> he spat at her venomously before he pointed to the back <strong>"Through that door is a codelocked hideout concealed as a vault"</strong> he said. <br>He unlocked the door and led them to the vault. <br>As he sat in a chair, he put in a code.<br>By now it was clear he was loosing blood... a trail of blood drops was left behind.<br><strong>"Turn it open..."</strong> he ordered. <strong>"Use whatever strength you have"</strong> for a lone wolf, he made a natural leader. It was why Waller always picked him as team leader. He was a grouch but tactically thinking and he had a knack for keeping things going. His <em>boss-man</em> side as Harley had called it was one of the things that had always turned her on.<br><br>...like the Joker he got things done. He just did it in a boring but highly effective manner. Boring until the plan got executed then he got to make things exciting for them all!<br>The lock was open, the ball of pulling and pushing open the vault door lay with her now...<br>Because as Harley looked at her 2nd favourite boyfriend in the world... he was unconscious or worse, lying motionless in the wooden chair!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 03:35:50</strong>
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				FLyodd was all kinds of grumpy and not in the mood to play which made Harleeen pout, but at least he didn't rough her up like Mister J would have done. He took her to his secret hideout way through the dank swearers of the city and thankfully they didn't run into either Killer Croc or Sollimum Grundy, both those goons had it in for her. Infact most people had it in for her which was why trying to figure out who was trying to kill her was going to be a nightmare. But it kinda hurt her feelings someone would actually send Cyborgs after her now to take her out. Although she saw it as a compliment they thought she was that resourceful they needed Cyborgs to take her down.<br><br>Deadshot was all kinds of crabby but he eventually got them to the hideout and he ended up slumping in a chair. As he did Harley had a look through his guns and toys and found some stuff she could do some damage with.&nbsp; As he passed out Harley tended to his wounds, she was used to play nurse for the Joker when he got beat up bad and she helped herself to stuff around Floyds digs to bandage his wounds and cuts. <br>The merc would find her sitting in a chair opposite him some forty minutes later, playing with his guns, loading and then realeasing the clips. He would see she had even written a message in his blood on the wall behind her and mopped up the traces of his insides off the floor. <br><br>"Jeez I thought you wuz a goner there Lawton!" She told him in a rather deadpan tone. Maybe after he saw she saved his life that he would know she had no intention of killing or betraying him, although she was alittel pissed they couldn't have had wounded sex back at his place after the robots attacked, still she was smart enough to know even a wounded Deadshot could keep her alive.<br><br>(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/86/8f/79/868f79b828393afb5095a031d236c2db.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 21:14:40</strong>
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				Floyd sighed as he heard her voice. He was still dazed and dizzy as he got up against his own better judgement and checked the vault door. The code was auto-activated and all the seals on. <br>He rested his gloved hand on it and looked back.<br>He noticed a medkit lay on a small table... then rubbed his side against his better judgement.<br><strong>"You..."</strong> he twitched<strong> "Thanks."</strong> is what she got. More than most would ever get out of him but she had grown used to while they had been lovers.<br>It was strange how the little slip-up messed everything up.<br>For the first time someone had shown interest in her that was at least admirable in 'some' way and not planning to abuse her and... Joker popped up, did his usual antics that got her back into autopilot and <em>voilà!!!</em> ...instant dagger to the back.<br><br>He moved towards her and leaned forward, hands on the red couch. He was close... so close.<br>He was in pain though, his movement stiff and not as meticulous as they tended to be.<br>He sighed <strong>"Alright. Those bots had the colors of Lex's armor... and he's big on robotics. So tell me... is it him? Did you somehow piss of Lex fucking Luthor?"</strong> he looked at her annoyed, like a teacher reprimanding a bad student.<br>As she was toying with the guns, he grabbed her hand and looked her straight in the eyes. The knee of his leg resting almost suggestively on the couch, between her legs. She could feel it 'rub' lightly against her when she moved.<br><strong>"These aren't toys... is there anything you take serious? Anything you hold sacred? Not...everything...is... a... game..."</strong> he grumbled annoyed.<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/hqdefault_zps7ddf94d1.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/hqdefault_zps7ddf94d1.jpg.html)<br><br>He slipped of a glove and slid his hand over her cheek. He was seemingly judging her response, reading her eyes. The man was fascinating to a therapist. A thrillseeking suicidal hitman on one hand and a methodological perfectionist thriving on common sense and preparation. Two sides of a coin. <em>Which would win?</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 23:39:15</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/7e/4a/3a/7e4a3a99ab7bbf46857da43cd48d37d3.jpg)<br><br>Flyodd told her that Lex Luthor was the one who was the inventor of those crazy ass Robots that attempted to juice her! Figures, Baldie was such a geek with his toys, the only way he got dames to bonk him she bet was his big fat wallet. Flyod asked her what she had done to piss him off. Harleen just shrugged and said in her childlike tone. "I dunno!" Truth was she DIDNT know but clearly old Spice wanted her splattered and she had no clue why.<br><br>"Well I did go toe to toe with that big butch bodyguard woman who follows him around like a groupie. Whats her name? Masey? Mercury? Oh yeah.....heheh....Mercy Graves!" She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry like a infant. "What a Buzzkill, Girls all jacked up on steroids or something, it aint right....she is lacking in serious femminity." She shrugged a second time, loosing fast interest in this conversation. "Maybe she borrowed Daddys toys and wants to get even?" Harley figured the real reason was Lex was trying to get back at the Joker by killing her, those two really hated each other, but sadly Mr J didn't care enough to show his face enough to protect her. <br><br>Deadshot then scolded her for taking out his guns when he was passed out. He even grabbed hold of her and HARD. Harleen Squeaked as he yanked at her, loving the physical domination of it all. He asked her if she took anything serious and Quinn merly shook her head in response. Quinn then pulled him down and ontop of her on the couch. "I dunno Cowboy, I takes fuckin pretty seriously, but you remember that hu?" She purred in that sing song voice she had adopted. <br><br>"Why don't we have a&nbsp; good old roll around? Be fun...past the time....might make you like me alittel more?" Sex with Deadhsot was very good and even though he was all bruised up and already rejected her once Harley was not a girl who took rejection well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 19:08:58</strong>
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				Oh he was tempted. She could tell.<br>He looked at her in that way that the Joker never did. Lust yes but also a hint of affection.<br>It was a stern gaze yet... filled with things her 'creator' never showed her.<br>It was unknown to her. <br>And it was as addictive as having his large rod inside her.<br>The touch, the heat, the sense of being 'his'. The times he had taken her and let her ride him, the times he had grabbed her hair and whispered her name.<br><strong>"Harley..." </strong>his voice had softened as he grabbed her hair. Firmly, dominantly but not abusively.<br>It was like Harleen craved him. Harley craved the Joker. And in a way neither were her at the moment.<br>Such fun they've had. She brought the laughs... he brought the 'precision', she brought flexibility, he strength. But above all... she made things 'interesting'. Or so he had once claimed.<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_nad88bxkVq1t7y8bxo4_500_zpsdmbk1vz5.gif) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_nad88bxkVq1t7y8bxo4_500_zpsdmbk1vz5.gif.html)<br><br><em>Interesting was one way to put it...</em><br><br>His lips parted, she could feel his breath. The familiar scent of deo, gunoils and a very very faint whiff of sweat. It made her ponder past nights. It made her remember past delights.<br>But then his gaze hardened.<br><strong>"You're manipulating me"</strong> he said as he sat up.<br><strong>"Why should I indulge your carnal cravings. You'll just run off to your loonie fake lover as soon as he pops up his insane clown head... And kill me in my sleep to gain his favor"</strong> he grumbled.<br><strong>"I should've been smarter than to let an insane jester in my <em>hear</em>...head"</strong> he quickly corrected himself, trying to regain his machoisms. <br>As he rose up, back to her she could see the powerful upper body.<br>The times she'd been allowed to explore it.<br>To wander down and to find... 'it'.<br>But he was so hard to 'get' now.<br>He stopped though and glanced back at her.<br>He was conflicted and it was clear.<br>If he wasn't such a paranoid man... and grudgebearing he would already be on top of her... for hours... on end.<br>But it looked like she hadn't won him over 'yet'.<br><strong>"You hungry?" </strong>he asked her. And for the first time since they met again, he showed her something vaguely akin to a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 13:17:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://img.youtube.com/vi/46I2cqwY0R0/0.jpg)<br><br>Harley pulled away from Deadshot in a huff and started to circle the room. He asked her if she was Hungry and all Quinn said in response was. "UH HU." She`d eat, whatever he would lay down for her to eat. Although she was rather they were doing something else. But Harley decided to let it go an just go with the flow. She found a small table and chairs which she presumed was his "Dining room" and she plonked herself down in one of the chairs. It would be interesting to see if Floyd could actually cook, she sighed heavily, feeling alittel tired from the days excursions.<br><br>She really wanted to get back at Luthor for coming after her like that, if it was infact lexi who had orderd her termination. "I thinks we should get the old gang back together. Im serious. If we are going after Luthor then we need all the Muscle we can get." She said as she started to twiddle her left ponytale with her hand. "And I says we go after the Fat Lady after him." She commented knowing full well of the hatred that was between Waller and Lawton. "After all Cowboy, she`s the only one who knows about your`e kid. Arnt you sick of her having that to hang over youz?" She commented as Deadshsot pottrd about in his kitchen area. "Persoanlly im sick of been everyone`s lapdog. Wallers, Mr J`s, even Ivy to some extent. I want to start calling the shots on my own life. But the Wayz I see`s it we have to take out all the cats who want to bring us down!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deadshot and Harley Quinn: By Loislanekent and DarthVegeta800</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 14:16:25</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/969706-deadshot_zpsojdze24r.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/969706-deadshot_zpsojdze24r.jpg.html)<br><br>In fact Deadshot could cook.<br>A bit rudimentary but it smelled good enough.<br>As he prepared the ingredients, his back was turned to her.<br><strong>"Who are you... and what did you do to <em>MY</em> Harley?"</strong> he said as he looked back at her, eyebrow raised.<br>He flustered realizing what he had just. <strong>"I mean... the one I know... knew. You know what I meant"</strong> he said annoyed. He turned his attention back to his preparations, picking out a knife.<br><strong>"You make it say as if its easy peasy... besides... there is a Task Force X operating currently. Waller is trying to drag us back in to it... but i'm staying of the radar on purpose" </strong>he looked back at her.<br><strong>"I also find it unlikely the 'old team' will have an inclination to go against Luthor... especially to help you. You're not exactly the Queen of Popularity among us"</strong> he said <strong>"I'm not the only one you've backstabbed since..."</strong> he sighed.<br><strong>"Things are not as simple as you keep thinking they are. For God's sake woman you're supposed to have an I.Q. <em>waaaaay</em> above mine... use it for a change"</strong>.<br>He had turned around, behind him some meat was sizzling.<br>It was a ridiculous sight, Deadshot holding a can of salt and one of pepper while lecturing her.<br>He leaned forward and used the little can of pepper to push up her chin. <strong>"So tell me. WHY should I help YOU... again?"</strong> his eyes locked with her.<br><strong><em>She's getting under my skin again! Damnit why do I care for the world's most insane woman...</em></strong>
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