Hero of the Day: Margot Robbie as Psychiatrist “Dr Harleen Frances Quinzel”

Before her descent into madness, Dr. Harleen Quinzel was a promising psychiatrist assigned to Arkham Asylum, Gotham’s home for the criminally insane. But after meeting the Joker, the young doctor became obsessed with the crazed criminal’s warped mind.

She then trained in a meat packing death camp how to stab him to death as her sister missed her opportunity in Laurel Acres Park, years later telling him, “Was that you?! I didn’t know that was you! Sorry, my bad…I was only supposed to blind you and jab you in the crotch a few times!” Robbie’s father told Robbie that she could have Stranger but only if she killed him first. Psychiatrist turned boyfriend Dr. Stranger interestingly enough trained in the same psychiatry program at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn NY that her first psychiatrist turned boyfriend did.

Stranger worked feverishly to undo her Borderline Characteristics before she could manage to engage in splitting and cut him into a million tiny little kosher pieces and using him in Chulent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1x64BXAxDE

In Suicide Squad, Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn sensing opportunity, the Joker manipulated her, driving his therapist so mad that he was able to control her. Harleen fell in love with the villain, broke him out of Arkham and devoted her life to making him happy and spreading his bloody brand of mayhem.

Athletic, agile and dangerously unpredictable in a fight, Harley Quinn is a formidable opponent in her own right. She is willing to do anything in order to further the Clown Prince of Crime’s goals—no matter the cost to anyone else or even herself. Her energetic, affable and animated personality is enough to make almost anyone drop their guard—a mistake that could easily cost them their life. Deranged and psychotic, Harley Quinn is the poster girl for chaos’ terrifying allure.

A Poem For:  The World’s Most Powerful Woman

                            And Most Dangerous Man

 

They took you to the meat house

To teach you the technique

Because after all

Isn’t he just meat?

 

With the right hand grab the handle

You give a nice grip

With the left hand you deeply plunge it

To the hilt it will fit.

 

Grasp one hand over the other

And don’t let it slip

If hand drifts to blade

Your finger it will clip

 

Don’t worry about his ribs

Or his chest plate I gather

Just plunge it in again

And work up a lather

 

You do it on ‘go’

Not one, two or three

Or maybe no wind up

Just ‘go’ it will be

 

And we’ll do it all over

And over again

This guy can’t be trusted

And girl you’re our man

 

And once more we’ll do it

Til no will of your own

We then control you

With that knife that you’ve hone

 

And we’ll do it again

Until you’re in tears

And the meat is in pieces

And you’re filled with fears

 

Then once more we’ll do it

Your eyes are now dry

You’re now sans emotion

The killer is nigh

 

Your hands they’re all blistered

And you’ve stopped feeling pain

We’ll bandage them up

Ultra clean, washed like rain

 

See he won’t be the problem

You’ll secure him we’re sure

He’ll do what you tell him

His heart is quite pure

 

He’ll keep to his word

He won’t try and stop you

He’s never shown an instance

Of once trying to harm you

 

And he can’t resist you

No, not for one second

Til death do you part

Is the way that he reckoned

 

Dr. Quinn she could do this

With ice water veins

Without having to think

Or go through such pains

 

Though he told you to do it

In a way slow and painful

It’s not what we want

And this wont be playful

 

We like him I’m sure

Not as much as you do

He’s often a pain

And a smart-aleck too

 

So whatever you do

Don’t look deep in his eyes

Though he asked you to do it

You’ll stop his demise

 

And whatever you do

Don’t look deep in his heart

Because that’s where he keeps you

And it will tear you apart

 

Let the knife go deep through him

And aim for his chest

Don’t go for his throat

Avoid his eyes, it’s for the best

 

Into his heart you will stab him

Over and over again

Let the knife go in deeply

When he’s dead we’ll say when

 

Each time that you stab him

Will put a hole in your heart

But you’ll still be breathing

His life won’t restart

 

He’s a tricky one I’m sure

Still breathing he might

Resurrecting his wounds

And planning his flight

 

So you keep on stabbing

Til nothing is left

Not a heart that is bleeding

Not a soul that’s bereft

 

You’ll be covered with blood

From your head to your toes

It will splatter your skin

It will seep through your clothes

 

Then we’ll take you away

And deal with his corpse

On him some will spit

With minds that have warps

 

And some may take parts

That they consider quite choice

Then we’ll bury what’s left

Of his stinking corpse

 

Then we’ll give you some pills

And say it’s a dream

This man never happened

We don’t know what you mean

 

Someone intruded

And we took him down

Merely a drifter

From some other town

 

And we’ll give you some nightshade

So our nightmare will end

But your nightmare begins

Down a hole it will send

 

And we’ll call in Doc Beaker

Just to be sure

To confuse you and twist you

Of your mistake he’ll assure

 

Foolish girl you’re mistaken

But you’re totally hot

You’re mind isn’t working

And I think of you a lot

I’ll give you some drugs

Heed my words that deceive

I do what I’m told

Not that shrink you bereave

Unconscious I’ll check you

To see that you’re hole

Just look what he’s missing

This must have been his goal

 

Some day you will heal

but that’s not our problem

Our problem began

When you went and found him

 

And so ends the story of

The World’s Most Powerful Woman and

Most Dangerous Man

I hope it didn’t make you queasy

“What’s the matter,” you ask

You didn’t think we’d make it easy?

Now did you?

 

Or maybe he lives

This time just a game

To see if you’d do it

Or sully your name

 

But we’ll do it again

Just to keep you in line

Day after day

Or once a week will be fine

 

He’ll go along with it

Of this we are sure

You and knife we keep sharp

By doing it on spur

 

You’ll never know

If it be hoax or be true

Just raise the knife

Each time we go through

 

And pray that each time

Neither of you has offended

In such a way that

His life becomes ended

 

Or no deal is cut

Of greater value than him

Because many would have

His miserable life on a whim

 

In the event we should need you

You could not be soft

You’d kill for us each time

Or your world goes aloft

 

He’ll lay there quite helpless

Even guide you each time

He knows in this way

That you’ll stay in line

 

You’ll just have to do it

Or he just can’t stay

Without follow through

You’ll lose him that way

 

There’s a chance you can keep him

In life by your side

By following direction

Each time that you’re tried

 

He’ll lie there and pray

Knowing you’re not in control

For direction that’s wise

To save his and her soul