You cheating little..

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Cannot express the anger and horror I felt when I read Suicide Squad 3.

I never felt a wish to rip apart a book right in the shop. Ever. Yet it made me sick, and I still cringe and almost gag everytime I re-look at what was there. My hands were trembling and itching to hit something, throw something, snap at someone. I care this much, yes, excuse moooi.

I could understand changes. I could understand the horrible costume. I could not understand her "skin condition", but screw it now, it all pales in what happened.
I will NOT cope with the very change of her CORE, her snogging and almost shagging Deadshot. DEADSHOT. Really?! He's the new "Puddin'"?! How dare the writer use that pet name for someone else?!

Not that I didn't expect that from the start, it was almost obvious for some reason - but GOSH. What happened to the "one-man loon"? Does Joker, aka the love of her life, no longer matter? Was this done to purposely piss off all the fans who begged for months to get the clowns reunited - and instead get "Oh look, yet another DC comic sex scene, only this time with the female being unfaithful to her lover!"
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Harley is a flirt, yes. She flirts for a reason however. She's manipulative, daffy and cute, but this just crosses it. How did she allow someone to touch her?! Whatever is with the "Don't mess with Joker's girl", and how did Floyd forget that?
It now feels like the writer had this shipping fantasy and just wanted to bring it in for shit and giggles - shit flying from fans, of course. Or likely, for shock value.

Pull it together, DC. I don't even think this title has any redeeming factors anymore. I gave the relaunch a shot, and you blew most of it down the crapper.