"Harleen!" a voice called from the other side of her apartment door, the loud knocking interrupting the blonde eating in the apartment.

Grumpily, Harley put down her fork and stomped over to the front door. Opening it quickly, she glowered down at the woman on the other side. "June! What can be so important that you have to pry me away from my spaghetti on a Friday night and disturb the neighbourhood with your insistent yelling?"

Ignoring her, June shoved her way into the small apartment with a big smile on her face.

With a sigh, Harley closed the door and posed hands on her hips, one eyebrow raise. "Well? What's so important? The hospital was so busy today, and one of the other doctors called in sick, so I ain't really in the mood fo-"

June twirled around and presented her left hand, completely cutting off Harley's rant. Harley's eyes widened when she saw the diamond ring on her friend's finger.

"Omg!" she squealed, running up to give June a hug. "Flag finally proposed?!"

Giving Harley a squeeze back, June replied, "Yes! He proposed yesterday night but I wanted to show you in person instead of texting. I was so surprised. He was acting so weird for the last week that I honestly thought that he was going to dump me. Turns out he was just nervous."

"Of course he wouldn't dump you! You guys are already like an old married couple. I was surprised he didn't ask you earlier."

Her friend was radiating happiness and Harley was so happy that June would get the fairytale wedding and prince that she always wanted.

"Anyways, the reason why I interrupted your oh-so-important Friday night is because we're going out to celebrate with the gang! Get sexy, and be ready in thirty minutes, Boomer and Katana will be here too pick us up soon."

The car pulled up to the hottest club in Gotham City, The Purple Tie, and the group of four got out, feeling the brisk air hit their skin.

June glanced at the block long line and saw the waving hand of her fiancee close to the front of the line. It was wrong to cut in line but when it came to bars and wars, it was a free for all.

"Hey, honey!" June gave Flag a peck on the lips as the rest of the gang got in line behind them, the angry grunts of the others behind them completely ignored.

Harley glanced around not seeing the other three members of their ragtag group. "Where's Croc, Diablo, and Floyd?" she asked.

Even in the crowd, there was no way that she had missed them. Croc would stick out like a sore thumb.

"Diablo and Floyd have family occasions. And Croc is at work," Katana replied in her quiet voice.

Puffing out her cheeks, Harley let out a whimper. "Great, so I'm stuck with the couples," she pouted.

"Don't be sad, mate," Boomer chimed in with his signature Australian accent. "You could learn a little something from spending some time with us loving couples." He wrapped an arm around Katana's shoulders and the small Asian woman immediately twisted it off of her.

"Don't touch me, George. I'm still mad at you for not washing the dishes this morning and leaving your laundry all over the bathroom floor," she scowled at the man's childish pout.

A giggle erupted out of Harley at the bickering husband and wife. Their personalities were so opposite that it was always fun to watch them interact. It was a wonder how the couple had even gotten together, but the group had stopped trying to figure it out years ago.

"I think I'm good being single, you guys. The last guy practically ran away when he found out that I'm not exactly the perfect Dr. Harleen Quinzel on my down time. If there's a guy out there that's willing to accept my crazy like you guys, then maybe I'll have a chance at love."

But she seriously doubted that that would ever happened. People always said that she just a bit too intense when she was having fun.

"There's always someone out there for you, sweetie," June said, giving her a small smile and squeezing Flag's hand.

After almost 30 minutes, they finally hit the front of the line. The large henchman wearing a ridiculously purple tie unhooked the velvet rope to let the group through.

"Enough about my sad love life," Harley cheered, twirling around to face her friends as they walked into the bustling club. "We are here to celebrate Flag and June's engagement and the many years of monogamy up ahead!"

Her friends erupted into giggles and chuckles at her goofiness and Harley lite up. She loved it when people laughed to their hearts content. They took a seat at an empty booth near the dance floor and she took a look around the table as they ordered drinks.

If anyone looked at the group from the outside, they would wonder how any of them even became friends in the first place. A smile touched her lips as she remembered the day she first met them in high school.

During their 2nd year at Gotham High, there were several high profile suicides that occurred within a month. Taking it into her own hands, the principal, Amanda Waller put together a suicide prevention program and gathered the loners, weirdos, and creeps from around the school who seemed to have a hard time fitting in. They thought that if they could get all of them communicating with other students, it would decrease the suicide rate of the school.

Harley had always stood out from others with her extremely pale complexion and beach blonde hair but her quiet demeanour had further isolated her from the students. No one ever talked to the "nerd of the school." She wasn't suicidal, but regardless, she got pulled into the little club along with emo girl June, delinquent Croc, money-hustler Floyd, pyro Diablo, and knife-obsessed George who everyone nicknamed Boomer since he was always so obnoxiously loud.

No matter how much they pleaded that none of them were suicidal, Principal Waller was adamant that they were troubled children that needed to be helped. They met three times a week after school as if they were the suicidal Breakfast Club stuck in detention.

The group never really got along until one day Floyd convinced them to tie up the councillor and escape their incarceration. After that incident, they were heavily reprimanded but also became inseparable. Nothing like a jail-break to bond you for life.

By the time Waller had disband the program deeming it a success, the other students had already began calling them the Suicide Squad to mock them. That was until Croc almost broke all the bones of a particularly annoying student. Nonetheless, the little nickname was still an inside joke that the group had and to bond them further, they even had the word "skwad" tattooed on their bodies.

Now here they were years later, and their small group only kept on growing as each member found their own life-partner. Harley loved these guys like brothers and sisters. They got her out of her quiet Harleen persona and accepted her as the charismatic girl she really was. But, sometimes she did wish to find someone, like how June found Flag. Guess love just isn't for some people.

She was shaken out of her thoughts when the waitress came back with a round of tequila shots. Boomer raised his glass and the rest followed suit.

"To monogamy!" he cheered, a wink in Harley's direction.

"To monogamy!" the rest of the group toasted.

The rest of the night became a blur as the single tequila shot turned into ten.

Harley laughed as she clung onto the gold chain that dangled from the ceiling, moving her hips according to the loud pulsing music. If only the other doctors at work could see her now they would most likely die from a heart attack.

The Harleen they knew would never be caught dead grinding some dancer in a golden suit or moving her hips seductively. During the morning, she was much like the quiet spoken girl back in high school with her tight bun and glasses, but at night, she was free to be wild and crazy.

She loved to dance. It made her feel weightless and carefree as the music consumed her in the most delicious of ways. There were whistles and cheers coming from the dance floor as other patrons were entranced by the blonde bombshell on stage, but she paid them no mind. She was dancing for herself, not to impress them.

"Wooh, Harleen!" June cheered from the side of the dance floor, "You go girl!"

Harley sent a quick wink to her gang and laughed loudly as she continued to dance.

Unbeknownst to her, she had caught the dark blue eyes of a particular man sitting just out of view.