SUICIDE SQUAD HARLEY QUINN AND JOKER IMAGINES

Pariah (Gonep3)

Harley stared at the girl. Her hair was pale, her skin ashen, and her eyes were empty. She was skinny, too skinny, skin clasping to bone not muscle or fat. The girl's cheeks were hollowed, and the arch of her collarbone was a mountain jutting from her skin.
A tear slid down the girls face, and when Harley reached forward, the girl did as well. Until her finger touched to glass, and Harley turned away from the mirror.

The drive to her work was long, and the office that she arrived to was cramped. Harley collapsed to the seat, fatigued beyond belief just from the task of functioning.

She swung her chair toward the computer table and avoided looking at drawer cabinet.

There was a knock at the door and Harley turned, her heart rising into her throat with fear, anticipation, and hope.
"Come in."

The door handle turned and a child poked her head though, she shook under her own weight and Harley recognised her instantly.

"Charlotte? How are you doing?"
The girl walked in, a liquid smile on her face, she kept the smile until the door closed, and then Harley watched as the smile melted from her face, and the sadness, the fear filtered through.
"I want to transfer schools. I- I can't do this anymore, I'm just so scared that he'll- that he'll...-" Charlotte couldn't finish her sentence, instead she just lowered her head and cried.
Harley stood and brought the sobbing child to a seat.
"Please miss, please transfer me."
"You'll have to take that up with your parents Charlotte, and I'm sure that they'll understand that you have gone through a traumatic situation, and for your mental health I'm sure that they will do anything that they can to help you."

A tear ran down the girl's face, and Harley's heart twisted watching it.
"He killed him."
And Harley's heart broke.
"He was only thirteen."
The girl looked up at Harley, agony painting her eyes.
"My brother."
Suddenly the girl became pale, then a spectrum of emotions drained across her face until only one emotion remained.
"Why did he call for you?"
Disbelief.
"What?"
Anger.
Suddenly the girl was standing and suddenly her small frame was unfolding into a towering inferno of rage.
"How does he know you?"
The cold solidity of the wall chilled Harley's back when she was pushed against it. Her breathed was forced from her lungs when the child slammed her against the cement.
"He used to be a patient of mine."
"So he came here because of you?"
Harley stammered unable to answer the question, but from the look in the girl's eyes she knew the answer. The girl pushed even harder and Harley called out for help.

A teacher walked in, cursed, and called for help, then she grasped the girl and began to pull her away. A crowd of people flocked at the doorway to watch.
"You brought him here!" The girl screamed.
"He's dead because of you!" She broke free from the teacher and swung at Harley, hitting her in the face and causing her to hit the ground.
"You are a monster." The teacher grabbed the girl again and began to pull her away, the girl spat at Harley, and the insult caused a tear to break free from Harley's eye.
"He's dead because of you, he came here for you-" Her voice was cut short when she was dragged from the room.

Harley sat up, slowly analysing her body. She stood and turned toward the doorway, and caught the gaze of dozens.
A slow murmur spread through the crowd, until they were all whispering.
Another teacher stepped forward,eyes filling with mistrust, and when she spoke Harley already knew her fate.
"What'd she mean when she said you brought him here?"

Harley took a step forward and the crowd backed away a step, their whispers now rants, and the distrust now palpable in the air.

The teacher backed away, the scorn already shining through her actions, Harley gulped, and as the crowd dispersed she wished that the girl had killed her.

She sat at her desk, and opened the drawer, in it lay the box, the box filled with his promise, the ring. She pulled it out and studied it under the light, then she slid the band onto her finger, and held her breath as she stared at her dream come true.

No one stopped in to ask if she was okay, and as she walked the halls during lunch all conversation fell silent until she had passed, and Harley could feel the hateful glares burning holes in her back.

The cold winds of invercargill bit at Harley as she walked to her car, she stared solely at the ground, afraid of looking up and catching another student's hateful glare.
She pulled her keys from her pocket and stilled, her body stopped moving, her heart stopped beating.
MURDERER.
Spray painted in capital across the drivers side. Harley fell to her knees and rubbed at the paint desperately.

When Harley arrived at her house she had two visitors and another word painted across her walls.

"Can I help you officers?" Harley called out as she regarded the paint.

Monster.

""Miss we are here regarding some comments that a student made toward you."
"Ask away."

The next morning Harley awoke to a call from the school informing her that they no longer needed her services. She could hear people outside, yelling and screaming and crying. So Harley opened the door and inhaled smoke. 

"Monster!" Someone screamed.
"Murderer!" Another parroted.

Harley the pariah closed the door.