Once upon a time, when Harley Quinn was just plain old Harleen Quinzel, the girl that never lived up to her parents’ expectations, she took the time to think about how her actions might affect others. She tried to find the best way to make those that she cared about happy, but what had it gotten her? Nearly kicked out of college, desperate enough to blackmail a professor, and it still wasn’t good enough. Just like gymnastics, the scores were never high enough, her form wasn’t perfect enough, and she was left knowing that she had let them down. And she was still unhappy.
So if she was unhappy, and they were unhappy, that was a stupid way to go through life, wasn’t it? It was Mr. J that had shown her that at least she could have what she wanted. If she was bold enough to take it. And all she had to do to get it? Was to shut off that little voice in the back of her head. The one that spouted off doubts. The one that told her that wasn’t how normal people acted. The one that sometimes whispered that her Puddin’ didn’t love her as much as she loved him.
It was a fucking stupid voice.
So she learned to ignore it. Like she was ignoring it now. It was telling her that Karen probably didn’t mean to have hurt her feelings. It was saying she should give the other woman the benefit of the doubt rather than jump to wild conclusions. It was telling her to let it go and walk away. Yeah, right.
“Well I don’t like you,” she announced in petulant tones. Then she did exactly what she wanted to do. She shot Karen in the leg.