Editing The Titans (Hybrid 70) (section)

==='''Dr. Harleen Quinzel/Venom'''===

"La la la." The blonde woman sang to herself as she sang tunelessly, pirouetting down the hallway. She thought about turning a cartwheel, but thought that the stuffy butler that Wilbur had wouldn't approve. Then, after a moment's consideration, she did it anyway. She was mistress of the house now.

HEADLINE
Eccentric Millionaire to wed Therapist

Wilbur Banks, owner of Banks Incorporated, has shocked the world today by announcing his upcoming nuptials to his therapist, one Harleen Quinzel. Banks, 76, stated, "I know it's sudden, but Harley and I just can't keep it secret any longer." Doctor Quinzel has responded to press questioning simply with "We're mad, mad, mad, madly in love, and we're going to be married! Banks has drawn some criticism for this decision, detractors stating that Doctor Quinzel is young enough to be his grand-daughter and they have only known each other three months

"Wilbur, do you love me more than ANYTHING?" 

"Of course, my dear."

"You know, I'm a doctor. I'll know when you're lying. And I think you're lying now. Don't think I don't know about your little fling with that actress."

"Dear, you must understand, I'm a man set in my ways and I'll never change. You'll just have to get URK."

HEADLINE
Wilbur Banks Dead at 76!

The aging millionaire has been found dead in his San Francisco home. Authorities have reported that they do not at this time suspect foul play

HEADLINE
Quinzel to marry Cruise Line Magnate

"Doctor Widow to marry aging investment tycoon.

Quinzel sets her sights on Stark

Now infamous Doctor Harleen Quinzel sets her sights on billionaire Anthony Stark, and the two have been seen in public together. Stark, recently recovered from his accident, has commented to the press that he "is sure that Harley just has bad luck.

The two people in Stark's living room, a sprawling affair in the penthouse of one of his hotels. Stark liked the suite. It allowed him to look over New York, thriving again after those dreadful attacks, and see humanity rising up once again from the ashes of defeat. He'd done a lot to see that happen, poured millions into aid, construction and city planning. There would be at least a dozen major buildings with his name somewhere by this time next year. Harley sauntered over to him. She was dressed in a lovely evening dress, which she'd insisted on wearing for dinner, despite the fact that it was just the two of them. Before his accident, he would have expected women of all kinds to throw themselves at him. After it, however, he was a little more suspicious. Not that it was hard to suspicious about Doctor Quinzel. Three husbands in four years, all rich, all dead. No evidence, though she'd been before the court all three times. Behind that goofy accent and the bimbo act there was something very dangerous. She grabbed the handles of his chair and wheeled him away from the window. She also insisted on doing things like that. His chair was perfectly capable of responding to his thought patterns, but Harley liked being seen helping him. Stark figured she was just trying too hard. As they reached the center of the room, she stopped. Stark turned back to her and spoke.

"Something wrong?"

"Tony, do you love me more than ANYTHING?" Stark just smiled, and looked away.

"No." That answer seemed to take her aback. She probably hadn't heard that one before. Stark continued.

"Harley, I think you're very lonely, and very sad and you think that if these men won't love you, their money will. Am I close in this hypothesis?" She stepped back from his chair, and it smoothly and silently spun around to face her. Harley's face contorted in anger, her fists clenched. She moved with incredibly speed, especially considering her heels, to her bag, tossed carelessly on the couch. Stark just watched her as she pulled syringe from her bag. Then with a wave of his hand the taser in his chair went off and she fell to the ground, unconscious. The chair practically glided over to her. Stark picked up the syringe, looking at it in the light. "Hmm. Some sort of drug cocktail? Not bad. I had used lightly before the accident. It would have been believable, especially if there is painkiller in here." Two blocky robots on treads rolled out of a hole in the wall that had simply appeared. "Take her to the lab."

Harley was beginning to regain her senses. She blinked, and looked around. She was lying on a slab, in some sort of high-tech laboratory. She was a psychiatrist, but she recognized some of the equipment. Barely. This stuff looked like beyond the cutting edge. She heard someone clear their throat behind her. Dropping down off the slab, she spun to face the sound. It was Stark, sitting in that chair of his, his hands steepled. 

"What have you done to me?" She practically screeched, her panic rising. She'd planned to kill Stark, sure, but that was no reason to do...whatever he'd done. She just needed to punish him. For not loving her enough. For making her lonely. Stark spoke.

"I helped you Harley. You're lonely. So I gave you something that will help for that." 

"Gave me something? Drugs, what?" She felt the panic rising. Stark simply pointed to her right hand. She looked down, and saw that it was covered in some sort of black substance. It looked like tar and had shaped into a crude blade. It looked like it should burn or squish or something unpleasant, but instead it felt right to her. 

"Those are nanites. Very experimental. Getting these was tricky, even for me. But the piece de resistance..." He seemed to be waiting for something, keeping time with his hand.

Hello? Who are you? 

"That. It's an AI. Something like Jarvis here. It is tied to the nanites, a sort of operating system. It'll bond with you, if you'll have it. Then you'll never be lonely again." Harley took a step back, but she could feel it. In the back of her head. It was like a low murmur, the sound of a pleasant voice always there. And it loved her. Wanted to be with her. Always. 

"Of course, there is a favor I'd like to ask of you."

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Doctor Harleen "Harley" Quinzel, psychiatrist and black widow has now been fused with Stark's experimental Nanite and AI suite, giving her an ever-present suit that enhances her strength, speed, durability and gives her a kind of radar, using a highly advanced sensor suite to detect threats and alert her of their presence. She can also form simple constructs out of the nanites, giving her the potential to create ropes, blades, hammers and other utility shapes that can even be projected out and away from the suit, rendering the nanites inert but still dangerous. Most impressively, she has access to a baby AI, created from similar programming to Stark's personal AI, Jarvis, that has merged with her mind, allowing her full computer resources and access. She has become Stark's first hero and enforcer, and in honor of her old profession calls herself Venom.