From DC Comics comes the Suicide Squad, an antihero team of incarcerated supervillains who act as deniable assets for the United States government, undertaking high-risk black ops missions in exchange for commuted prison sentences.
Suicide Squad Movie Storyline: From DC Comics comes the Suicide
Squad, an antihero team of incarcerated supervillains who act as
deniable assets for the United States government, undertaking high-risk
black ops missions in exchange for commuted prison sentences.
Look, comic books are a weird continuity. There is consistent and inconsistent canon. Sometimes even in the same run the continuity is inconsistent between artists and writers.
My point is there’s an argument going around that Poison Ivy is “just as abusive” to Harley Quinn as the Joker, which is a false and flimsy argument.
The issues in question in which Ivy is “abusive” are taken wildly out of context, and the majority are from very early noncanonical runs, and all of the instances in question have no weight or bearing and are inconsistent with Ivy’s continuous characterization and treatment towards Harley.
Does this negate the issues in which Ivy does treat Harley shittily? Of course not, but it’s about 5% of their overall canon in comics, and in nearly all other iterations the two women are at least sisterly to one another.
That being said, it is consistently canon that Joker is an abusive element in her life. And in comic books, consistency is what shapes a character. Joker and Harley’s entire origin together was written as a warning on abusive relationships. If you read Paul Dini’s commentary on “Mad Love” you’ll see straight away that it’s a warning, not a romantic ship.
The argument that Ivy is abusive is entirely stemmed from backlash of the justified disapproval of regarding their dynamic as purely romantic.
It’s also no surprise that the accusations start popping up RIGHT when Harley and Ivy have begun to have representation as a wlw/q*eer couple 🙃
Basically, if you see someone saying “Ivy is just as abusive as Joker!!” You can safely either assume they don’t know how comic continuity works, or doesn’t know enough about Harley and Ivy.
Or, yknow, your homophobia alarms should go off, it’s at your discretion.
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- Bruce and the kids can’t cook to save themselves from starvation; at some point, after days of Alfred’s absence and takeaway, they’ll even eat Dick’s infamously teeth-rotting pancakes if it means putting something handmade in their stomachs.
- J. finds all of this hilarious, of course, but he offers to make food for them; mind you, it’s not French cuisine but he can do mean toasties and pasta.
- The deal though, is that everyone else has to do the washing up.
- Once Bruce almost flooded Alfred’s precious kitchen so, he was exonerated from the task.
- The kids set up some weird and mildly violent competitive game involving squirt guns filled with dish soap (the idea was Tim’s)
- Jason is disgustingly competitive and not above maiming if it means winning (he’s known for squirting soap in his brothers’ eyes)
- Dick and Damian are the Terrible Duo
- They even set up teams and hung up a score board behind the fridge, well hidden from Alfred’s disapproving gaze.
- The system with which they assign points is not exactly clear and they take every chance to cheat as if there is no tomorrow (Bruce is appalled by their lack of fair play, while J. is not-so-secretly proud)
- Deep under Bruce is pretty happy, though - not only this is a good bonding exercise that makes them have fun and train some of their reflexes at the same time, but it’s also a small accepting step towards J.
- They lost count of the times someone got seriously injured after slipping on the suds covering the floor.
- At the end of each game, J. ends up making hot chocolate (or smoothies, it depends on the season) for everyone.
- Everytime Alfred comes back from his holidays, the kitchen is spotless but he knows his scoundrels well and always goes to check on the score board hidden behind the fridge.
- Because he’s an evil man, he changes the scores and grins at the idea of the boys screaming murder at each other.
You two leave the Sterling Mansion; you breathe a
sigh of relief when Frost appears, he’s not covered in blood, nor did you hear
any gun shots.
Joker carries you to the car and carefully sits you
in the back seat. He slides in next to you and pulls you close. You bury your face
into his neck and cry. He pets your hair as Frost starts the car and drives
away. You take one last look at the mansion, you see everyone rushing outside,
your dad falls to his knees while Jagger runs to the Mercedes, Alexander was
holding Stormy, comforting her.
You rest your head on Jokers shoulder, the pain is
starting to become overwhelming. You put your hand to your chest, there’s blood
seeping through the shirt. You start to feel light headed and your eyes feel
heavy. Your hand, now covered in blood, falls into your lap. Joker is saying
something but you can’t understand him. You stare at him as he speaks, trying
to figure out what he is saying. He looks down at you when you don’t respond, a
frown crossing his face. He sees your bloodied hand and yells something to
Frost. Your vision starts to fade and you fall into darkness once again.
You awake in Joker’s room, laying on your back in
his king size bed covered by a thick blanket. It’s so hot; you kick your foot
out from under the covers and sigh as the cool air hits your skin.
You turn your head trying to see if Joker’s in bed
with you. He’s not. Your chest feels a bit heavy but it doesn’t hurt. The I.V.
that was in your arm is gone. You lift up the blanket and look down at your
chest; you’re not even surprised when you notice that you’re not wearing the
shirt or sweats that you left in. You frown sadly at the black stitches that
are sewn into your pale flesh.
Your head snaps up when you hear yelling from the
hall. Joker opens the door, looking grumpy as usual. He looks at you and his
expression softens slightly. He doesn’t say a word as he walks over to you. He
pulls the blanket down and glares at the swollen skin on your chest.
“Hi,” you whisper softly.
“Hello Kitten,” he responds coldly.
“A-are you angry at me?“ you stutter.
“Oh honey, angry is a very tame way of putting it. I
am seething with rage,” he growls, his face inches away from yours. He pulls
the blanket completely off of you and stares at your naked body. You blush cover
yourself with your hands, Joker growls and pulls your wrists away, pinning them
over your head. “How many times do I have to tell you not to do that, hm?” he
You cower a bit, “I’m sorry,” you squeak. He rolls
his eyes and lets your wrists go.
“So, kitten,” he growls softly, “where did he touch
You look away, ashamed. He grabs your jaw, forcing
you to look at him. “Don’t ignore me.” He glares at you.
“I’m sorry, it was a mistake.. I.. I was scared, I
wasn’t being myself.. You..” you stutter before he cuts you off.
“That’s not what I asked.” He growls. His hand
slides up your neck, he runs his thumb across your lips, “Here?” he asks. You
nod and he leans in, giving you a rough, sensual kiss. You blush softly as he
sits up again. His hand slides down to your breasts, “Here?” he asks again.
“Yes..” you whisper. He growls, squeezing the right
one tightly as he leans down and nips at the left.
A small moan escapes your lips and he grins. His
hand slides down further, to your now wet core. “Here?” he asks once more. You
bite your lip and nod. He growls and stands up. He tears his shirt off then
removes his pants and boxers. He gets between your legs and lifts them onto his
shoulders. You’re eyes widen and you gasp as he slams into you relentlessly. He
growls and grips your hips, ramming his throbbing erection into your sweet
center. You moan loudly and grab onto the satin sheets, you barely feel the
pain from your chest as he fills you with pleasure.
Joker pushes your legs off his shoulders and leans
close, he brings his hand up and wraps his pale fingers around your throat. He
stops thrusting for a moment and leans close, his grip getting tighter the
closer he gets, you struggle to breathe.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think it
was okay to go be someone else’s play thing? Hm?” he whispers in your ear and
thrusts into you hard, making you gasp. “You’re mine kitten, that man is lucky
he’s not dead.” He nips your ear.
He loosens his grip on your throat and you cough. He
slams into you again and you whimper softly. He pounds into you and you moan
blissfully, dragging your nails down his back. He lets out a low growl of
pleasure and quickens his pace.
You tense up as you reach your release; you pull him
down and kiss him hard and passionately. He pulls your hair a bit hard, making
you moan against his lips. He trails small kisses down your cheek and along your
jaw, you purr softly as he trails kisses down your neck, he suddenly bites, you
whimper softly as the cool metal of his grill scrapes against your sensitive
He gets up and starts getting dressed. You sit up a
little too quickly and inhale sharply. He looks at you and grins. “Hurts? Too
bad, you can feel the pain I felt when I found out you were gone and slept with
another man.” He laughs and exits the room, locking the door once it’s shut.
‘What did he mean by that..?’ you think. You get out
of bed slowly, your legs feel like jelly and you fall to your knees. You clutch
your chest and take a few deeps breaths. “Fuck it,” you mutter and crawl to the
bathroom, do your business and wash your hands. You lean over the sink trying
to catch your breath. You kneel by the bath tub and turn on the hot water. You
slowly get in the bath and begin to relax. ‘Why am I here? I should have told
him to fuck off.. ha.. it’s not like it would have made a difference.. he wouldn’t
let me leave, we saw how that worked out. Me being here is just putting
everyone in danger.. I could escape to somewhere he would never find me. All I have
to do is fall asleep.. but what about him? I love him but he would never love
me.. he couldn’t.. I.. I just have to let go, he doesn’t need me. I’m replaceable..
disposable.. he’s probably going to get bored with me soon anyway so why not
just save him the trouble..’ you think and sink further into the hot water,
your body relaxes and you begin to drift off, slowly falling asleep. Your body
slides down into the water further, and further, the air leaves your lungs as
your body is completely submerged.