Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Harley Quinn: Pawn

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Life was like a chess board. Everyone had a part to play. Some people could be kings or queens but the majority of people were pawns.

Now pawns are special pieces. If a pawn reaches all the way to the other side of a chess board it can bring back a piece that was lost. However, pawns can only move one space at a time, making the chances of this occurring very low.

Y/n was a pawn, who trekked the path, across the board. One move at a time, she climbed the ladder of relevance in the crime world. It's almost impossible to do so in Gotham.

There are big villains, small villains, and just plain criminals. The gap between all of these classes was as wide as the grand canyon, but that didn't stop Y/n.

Once Y/n was nearing the top, she met a woman. A woman, with the intensity of a firecracker and loyalty like no other. She was the Joker's girl. She used to be the Joker's girl.

Harley Quinn was trouble. Lovely, seductive, playful, trouble that Y/n couldn't ever resist.

Harley made Y/n see things differently. Success was important, but what was the fun in being careful. Why be so... meticulous, when chaos was just as powerful.

Y/n loved that about Harley. The woman wasn't new to this lifestyle and Y/n was ready to absorb the knowledge that Harley had to share.

The clown was surprised. No one listened to her like Y/n did, no one cared for her like Y/n, and no one valued Harley as much as Y/n.

The woman had been some mixture of a trophy in a case or punching bag all of her life, with Y/n she was just Harley.

They loved each other, but love was more complicated than a game of chess. Y/n learned that lesson when they shipped Harley off to Belle Reve.

She spent months researching the facility. There wasn't much information open to the public. Maximum security prison was enough to deter a lot of people, but not Y/n.

Amanda Waller knew that. In fact, she was banking on it. She wanted Y/n to get into the prison, to try to capture Harley Quinn because Y/n was special.

Waller had seen it in her files. According to her documents when Y/n was just 7 years old she had an accident at a metal factory in Gotham. The building was a front for a criminal trade.

They weren't trading guns, but objects they thought to have supernatural abilities. Many of the objects were dangerous and uncontainable.

Y/n was there with her father the day the building caught on fire. Something got out that day, a creature of sorts. It escaped whatever the workers had contained it in and buried itself into Y/n's skin.

She was supposed to die in that fire. If not from the dire itself surely from the weight of the metal that had fallen on top of her. The firemen found her amongst what was left of the building.

Her skin was akin to the metal alloy she was buried under, Matter absorption. She could take on the properties of any solid she touched. The stronger the solid the more durable the girl would become.

That was an incredible ability and Waller needed it for her suicide squad. It's why she took Harley in the first place. A pawn can move desperately when the king is at risk.

Harley had been through worse. Belle Reve was boring compared to Arkham. There wasn't much she could do save for lying down or twirling on the makeshift swing she made for herself.

The guards were disgusting. She could tell by how they looked at her. Y/n was the only one allowed to look at her with those animalistic eyes.

So when they toyed with her, she did the same to them. She might've gotten electrocuted by the bars around her cell, but at least one other guard was getting their head bashed in.