A Dame to Kill For.

[Harley Quinn]

If there was ever a more scummy place for a city, this one took the cake. For miles, the only thing visible was crumbling industrial parks and junkyards. The atmosphere outside my window looked hazardous, thick with smog and chemical waste. It was hard to believe that a bar could be found out here, the cabby said there was. I had no choice but to take his word for it.

After what seemed like ages, we finally stopped in front of a collapsing factory style building. “Here we are,” the cabby said while he cautiously landed his cruiser. I am surprised there was a place to land in the mix of all the garbage and concrete. “It's just back behind that wall over there.” pointing off in the distance as he told me.

“Wow, what a dump!” I said while getting out of the cab. The very air I breathed felt toxic, with a stench of death, I struggled to find my breath. Who in their right mind would want to live in a place like this? Peering through the wasteland, I saw no other signs of life, cabs, or flying space crafts. Standing there with the foul breeze gliding from my heavenly hair I heard no sound: no people, no music, no joy. Just me, myself, and the driver; all alone. How romantic.

“Well, there you go, enjoy the rest of your night.” The cabby said as he attempted to drive off. I have no idea who this man thinks he is.

Taking my bat, I swung it against the hood of his car with a loud crash, the vibrations of the impact tickling me, which brought about a wicked giggle. You should beat his face into his skull for funsies Harley. As much as I would like to, I wanted to have a drink first before the party started.

Startled, the old cabby said nothing until I leaned inside his window “How silly of me, I was about to let you leave without the pleasure of thanking you for my ride.” Smiling sinfully, I asked him how much I owed him. From this distance, I could easily bite the nose off his fat smug face.

“Oh no charge, you’re new here, this one's on me.” he said nervously, his pupils dilated with fear. I stared at him for several seconds, studying his ugly mug. It would be so easy to turn his insides out, decorating his cab with beautiful garlands made from the intestines. Deciding against it, I finally told him thank you and left.

Walking towards the direction he told me, I heard him start up his cab and drive off further into the junk yard of a city. Could you even call this place a city? I guess it doesn't matter as long as I can get to have some fun. So far this whole thing has been a nightmare I wish I’d wake up from. Shrugging it off, I swung baby playfully as I carefully walked through the rubble and behind the wall. What lay beyond the wall was a door; if you could even call it a door anymore. Most of the structure of the door was missing, moldy and broken off while the frame hung crooked. There could still be alcohol in there Harley and if not I betcha there's something to smash in there! (Que evil giggling)Agreed, I am going in.

At first, I only saw one man, sitting behind a stained desk with a dirty glass in his hand. He was substantially larger than I am, judging by the rotting furniture. With the muscles in his arms showing through his torn, filthy clothes I noticed the ink work on his chest. When he saw me, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and a large toothless smile took over his vile filthy face. What a freak, I felt like I could vomit at the sight of him.

“Welcome, gorgeous!” He called out to her while he raised his glass. “You look fresh, this is your first time?” he asked me while undressing me with his eyes. Uh, this does not look like no bar Harley, bitch got you fucked up.

“Yeah, I know that.” responding to myself.

Then he blurted out a chuckle, pulling out a bottle, and poured some more liquid into his glass. Smiling a beautiful psychotic smile, I responded to the thug “I was told this was a place a gal like me could get a drink.”

“You can have a drink.” the stranger chuckled in response. “You will have to give us something for it, though.” He snickered, then chugged his drink in one shot. Us? Noticing then, I was surrounded by a group of men that appeared from the slimy shadows.

This is really what I think it is? These motherfuckers think they could pull a fast one on me? Me? The queen of clowns; they had another thing coming. I can’t wait to clean the blood from these punks off my sweet, darling baby.

“Wheee look at all these pretty boys,” looking around playfully, I saw at least 5 other men in the room, not counting the one at the desk. “What can an innocent girl like me do for you?” asking while I bashed my beautiful blue eyes that bubbled from excitement.

With a hungry look on his face, he was about to answer but was interpreted by the cabby that had driven me here in the first place. “Be careful boss, this one is dangerous.” To which the boss busted out laughing uncontrollably.

“This one?" Stopping to laugh some more. "You did good bubba bringing me this sexy piece of ass.” Licking his lips with his rotten tongue, he turned back to me saying “I’m going to have you calling me daddy before I am done with you.”

The room abruptly filled with my own maniacal laughter, as I tried my best to control my hunger for violence. Some of the men exchanged nervous looks while others couldn't keep their eyes off me. To think these guys were actually serious. How exciting.

Alright, this has already been a bad day, I'm sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up! I had enough of all this shit, and I was beyond prepared to use my precious baby on these poor unfortunate souls.

“I’ll tell you what I want cupcake. I want money, power, maybe some sweet pussy, and you're going to give me all of it.” the man behind the desk said as he rose to his feet. It appeared like this man was serious after all.

“You want to play with Harley? Let's play motherfuckers." this was the last thing I said before they rushed me all at once.