|
01/01/2021 04:03 PM
 |
1x1 with Christina Nickson.
1x1 Christina Nickson World to Explore: Not specified Normal? That was just a setting on a dryer. Harley had never known normal, unless normal was having a favourite child, or having a parent in and out of prison like a yo-yo. She’d move from Brooklyn to Gotham City to study in the hopes that his ‘normal’ would come rushing her way but in Gotham City, normal was the last word on everyone’s lips. It had the ‘normal’ hustle and bustle of a city but it was always overshadowed by the obscene crime rates and tales of costumed crowds taken on my men in tights, wearing capes and masks for fun.
Screaming down the road was also a part of daily life in Gotham, especially on the east side, towards Crime Alley and then Arkham Asylum. Most of the time Harley buried her head into a hot dog or a burrito and simply carried on her day, she tackled crime at night, or at least the petty crimes that were trying to upstage her. There was no place for them, but in broad daylight it was different. Hoping someone else would help was however, resting heavily on her conscience so slowly she headed towards the screaming, keeping her plastic cup on her in the hope that the potential of throwing lemonade all over herself would stop her losing all her street credit by going into full hero-mode.
As she turned the corner, however, it was clear to her that at least part of the problem had been dealt with, but Harley recognised exactly who ‘Mr. Problem’ was, or at least who he was working for. Whether she wanted to or not she had to intervene. Placing her cup carefully down on the ground, she took a few steps closer to the scene, pulling out her baseball bat from its holster on her back. “Ya ain’t from ‘round ‘ere are yas?” From the blonde hair with the pink and blue dip dye, to the red and black converse Harley stood out and grabbed attention when she wanted to. “ I mean, I’m presumin’ ya don’t know but here, in this place, clown masks ain’t just fer concealin’ identities. He’s one of the Joker’s guys an’ messin’ with the Joker’s landing yaself a world a pain if ya don’t know what yas dealin’ with. Ya better off takin’ him out, maybe not permanently but enough to strike fear that there’s someone else on these streets. Another Batfam rumour would keep ‘im on his toes, and I’d know a thing or two about his obsessions with Bats. Name’s Harley, Harley Quinn. Now, what d’ya wanna do?” She raised her eyebrow at the blonde, waiting for a response which would tell her her next move.
|
|
|
11/18/2020 04:02 PM
|
1x1 with Baron Samedi
1x1 Baron Samedi World to Explore: Rebirth Harley Quinn Harley didn’t like snakes. They weren’t as bad as fish, but snakes weren’t exactly her favourite. Not when they had the ability to poison you with their venom. At least with Poison Ivy Harley stood the chance of talking the redhead out of it. A snake wouldn’t listen to her! She didn’t mention his face, a smile on her own as she had seen far stranger working for Amanda Waller with King Shark and Killer Croc having previously been on squad cards. He’d be in for a shock if she was expecting her amount of respect straight up. That was earnt.
She wasn’t to comment on his eyes, there were enough things to comment on regarding her own appearance that she really had no reason to judge, although part of her was tempted to ask out of sheer curiosity. She pondered his words, did that make them magic candles? Not the technical terms of course, but candles that could be used for mystical and magical things in the right hands. Knowing her own luck she would make something explode by accident or would end up doing something else trying to make them explode. β Then I guess I should probably stay away from ‘em, until I know what I’m doing. Also implies I know what I want, or at least think I do and I ain’t gotta clue, monsieur. β She noted his slight accent, playing on it for her own amusement.
Harley felt like she had blinked and missed him move, and seemed unphased by that fact. She was used to rolling with whatever happened next but it was always cause for a joke. β Did Batsy learn that one off you?” It was more a side comment, guessing the male had never even heard of the Batman nevermind met him. The silent movement reminded her though, and the blonde’s mind was easily distracted. “I don’t need anymore love from anyone. I’m very much done with that regard. Not after everything the Joker did to me. β She hoped that would be the end of that conversation but only time would tell. β S’pose I shouldda mentioned I ain’t really a magic user, or any user fer that matter I’m just Harley, Harley Quinn. β Placing everything down, she held out her hand for a shake. β Nice t’meetcha Baron! I just wish I were more useful with what I were after… β
Her gaze cast around the shop but it was almost overwhelming all the possibilities. β I was just looking around and thank you for the welcome. I don’t even know where to begin. Like I said I ain’t a magic gal with powers an’ all that, I’m just me so I guess ya could give me a tour, if you wanna? β
|
|
|
08/19/2020 04:01 PM
|
1x1 with Baron Samedi
1x1 Baron Samedi World to Explore: Rebirth Harley Quinn New Orleans, if Harley had known she likely still would have stumbled across the Murder Captial - closely followed by Gotham of course. There were dark sides to every city, only just hidden beneath the surface covered by flashing lights and tourist spots. Whether it was drunks in bars and other less savoury sorts, Harley always got herself tangled up in the shadow even when it was by complete accident. She wanted a change of scenery, a vacation if you’d like and she was letting the wind run through her pigtails. Choosing streets at random to explore Harley had stumbled across the French Quarter. The blonde new her french, but her accent was...comme ci comme ca . She never realised she needed something, but the strange and unusual pulled Harley in, like a dog on a leash and a curiosity that landed her in more circumstances than it should have.
She had no idea what this shop could do for her, but it was certainly worth a chance in asking. It seemed mysterious and was a striking contrast from her scid-dipped skin, red and black hotpants, matching top and pink and blue bunches in her mostly-blonde hair. In a lot of places she’d have stood but in a place like Los Angeles where the majority of people took time out of their day to try and stand out from the crowds, Harley was left alone to explore the hustle bustle and that was the reason she tentatively pushed open the door to the shop.
Harley didn’t know if she’d imagined the little bell, or whether it had rang out but the snake was the first thing to catch her attention. She wasn’t exactly a fan of reptiles, aside from maybe her old Squad friend Killer Croc, but he was an exception. “Not exactly the exotic pet I’d go fer but everyone’s different ain’t they?” She smiled to herself before looking around again. There was a chill in the air she couldn’t explain although granted, Harley rarely put on her jacket even when it was cold. It wasn’t exactly the typical cold though. Like the air had no capability of warming up.
Picking up one of the candles at random she pretended to study it before glancing over at the male she presumed to own the place. At the start of her life, before her encounters with the Joker, Harleen would have perceived herself as quite the skeptic, but Harley Quinn had been a lot in her life and that meant that not everything could simply be taken at face value. “This ain’t a candle that’s like gonna go kabloowie on me is it? I’m just look fer a present an’ I think I want it t be a little different but not like so different that it’s gonna tkae my head up. Ruin the environment on me too much and I’ll have hell t’pay fer anyways.” What Harley hadn’t considered was the issue of burning a candle in the first place and the flame near her bestie’s plants. Ivy treated them like her own children. Still glancing at the candle, Harley spoke aloud although it was unclear whether she was talking to the candle, or to the man who owned the shop. β What exactly do you do anyways? β
|
|
|
03/02/2020 01:43 PM
|
1x1 with Sarcastrophe
1x1 Sarcastrophe World to Explore: Circus Gotham hadn’t always been the fun of the fair for Harley, or at least for Harleen Quinzel and like most it wasn’t a city made for fairytales, but in a way her twisted dreams had become a reality - in their own little way. A city so dark that a young teen on the streets sought after no cause for concern. Where a lost family member meant only that there was one less mouth to feed. A tale of a mother who knew not how to keep favourites hidden, how to keep families together and whose heart had a grip on Gotham’s crime ridden city in a tragic way. She spent more time alone than with the man of her dreams, who had often picked pockets over his lady. He’d stuck around to bring around four children, the second of whom was his only girl. In his mind she’d have ran away to marry someone which and not bother him again, but his prediction had only been half right.
At the age of fourteen Harleen had said her mental goodbye and ran from home, climbing high to spend the night in a Ferris Wheel capsule only to be rescued by the owner, and without too many questions, Harleen Quinzel became Harley Quinn a member of the circus, acrobat and favoured aerialist, due to her perceived love of heights after her Ferris Wheel climb. It was almost crazily simple to take on a new life, but again it was Gotham City and she wasn’t missed by any means.
Of course many of those titles took effort and weeks of hard work to gain, years to believe she’d earnt. Her mother had never let her dye her hair, and to stand out, to be the ‘one’ the Circus to steal Haly’s spotlight, Harley’s whole persona was crafted from scratch . The blonde quickly changed to a pinky-red, and a light blue look, standing out from the rest of the group, which was half the point. With her gymnastics background, they literally threw her into training. She wasn’t a typical travelling girl and it showed, but Gotham needed someone to relate to, and for some reason Kopski believed it was Harley.
Things spiralled quickly, everything got busy, shows started to boom, Kopki keeping her close on the belief she could be more - what exactly she wasn’t to know for years, but his son had a different path for her, one of romance. A path most travelling children started young, he’d previously been betrothed to another girl, but his heart’s affections had flickered to Harley a decision shown to be deadly once Gilda found out. As she was thrown into the spotlight, Harley still took notice of those around her, she hadn’t asked to take on this role, if anything it just meant the Quinzels were more likely to find her. But they’d cast her to take the spotlight, and so she’d play that role where the lights were all around her but that didn’t mean she didn’t notice. There was always room for talent somewhere, at least that’s what she believed, but she wasn’t to know how far out of her way everyone was pushed. How many buttons she pressed simply for existing.
Then she was told to step up her game, become fearless in other ways. Focused on keeping things going, not having much to do behind the scenes, aside from the train of course, she knew very little of the world outside the main tent and her own trailer. All she knew was that things kept going, even when they shouldn’t have. Not even when you had a proposal on your hands. With Guy on one knee in front of her Harley stood no chance of being able to refuse. To keep her place, to keep what she knew she accepted. The show must go on, and it always had under Kopski’s reign and there was no chance to put on the brakes. She sealed her own fate, and that of several others, even when she wasn’t sure it was what she wanted.
Dynamics shifted just a little behind the show, as her ‘yes’ had pushed Gilda out of the Kopski’s circle. She’d been special, she’d been his girl for years and it was her he was supposed to marry. Now some bimbo had come straight in, completed a few tumbles and stolen the show from every second, third and fourth generation circus performers. Those whose lives had revolved around since before Harley was even born. It was unfair and then there was Kopski rubbing her face in it every three seconds with the red and blue ‘quinntessional’ member of the team like he knew what he was doing. Like he was building her up for something more, but as far as almost everyone was concerned, there wasn’t anything more than this. Glida had nothing but a blind hatred for the woman who had stolen the man she was destined to marry. Their parents had approved of the future marriage three years before she’d dropped into the circus and should have dropped off the Ferris Wheel to save everyone the hassle.
In her own train of thought, Jeremiah had come to her place. It wasn’t unheard of for him to join her, but this visit had a different air to it. She gasped as the knife was pulled to her throat, frozen in place. At first she was expecting the worst, the look in his eyes almost matching that of what she believed death to be. Anyone else would’ve screamed but she was silent as it seemed all her aspirations were slowly going to come true. She just had to take matters into her own hands, Jeremiah aiding her by providing the measures. That night she’d killed Guy without warning, the morning after all hell broke loose.
Harley Quinn woke up to a broken lock on her trailer, and a gun on her desk she didn’t recognise. The girl knew better than to touch it as her world collapsed around her. She didn’t have to understand everything and the area was surrounded by police and ambulances, but two dead bodies on Kopski grounds meant business. Clearly a targeted attack since both Kopski, and Guy had been killed. Harley was supposed to have known what it all meant. Days earlier, she’d been gifted a ringmaster hat, had been told it wasn’t needed just for the ring. It hadn’t made any sense at all back then but within a few weeks what she knew about the Kopski’s expanded indefinitely.
Trying to find her own clues, believing it to have been an inside job Harley had found a set of keys in Kopski’s trailer that fitted nothing on site but luckily an address was attached. A supposedly abandoned warehouse was where things had made sense and where the Harlequin became far more than she ever anticipated. The circus had simply been a front for Kopski’s other exploits, namely drugs and weapons trafficking into Gotham City. Now believing the hits to have been a message, a loss of a deal all potential suspects lined a makeshift wall in the warehouse. Learning what she could of the criminal underworld the female quickly had to find her feet as playing Mafia wasn’t a sport where you could learn on the job and make mistakes. Her list of suspects never faded but balancing the two worlds, covering the deaths, well she wanted her own personal revenge for these. Kopski had been preparing her to take on this legacy, but her own vendettas would have to wait until the time was right. T O D A Y
She was out of the tent tonight, knife strapped to her garter just in case, booting up the Carnival’s Ferris Wheel. She’d told her client where to meet for a deal, said she’d make it obvious amongst the almost dilapidated park. The Circus tent was the only thing used anymore and even that was barely keeping itself afloat with new performers drifting in and out all of the time. But that wasn’t important, she could inject the cash as needed to keep up the façade. Having the circus deal with a financial blow was nothing compared to dealing with Cobblepot. Underestimation was a pretty powerful tool in Gotham and given the fact she still had her head on her shoulders, she’d have thought they’d learnt their lesson.
Harley had an entirely new perspective on the carnival and had every intention of re-opening it all. It’d take time, money and effort but it’d keep the façade, almost perfecting the identity. The circus had almost died with Guy and Kopski, and it was time to bring it all back under her own name. She’d been labelled ‘Kopski’s girl’ from day one, but it wasn’t about that any more. She was Harley Quinn, Ringmistress of the Boardwalk Circus and Gotham City and that was a title she planned to keep. The one amusement she’d kept working was the beloved Ferris Wheel she’d climbed all those years ago - the only thing really alive from back then, which was as ironic as it was sick.
Unfortunately for her, her client was a no show - the time for them to show up had disappeared. Clearly they weren’t ready to talk or they’d set her up but either way, things weren’t happening as planned. She made a mental note to halt the next shipment until they’d come to such an agreement, but it was frustrating when she wasn’t listened too. Taking her knife from its sheath it flew through the air, as she twirled, hitting the bullseye behind her. It was the middle of three dartboards, off an old stand that hadn’t been used for at least as long as she could remember. Forty points for a cuddly teddy that was at least now half chewed by the vermin scurrying throughout Gotham.
She was ready to go back inside, as she heard a voice unable to place it in either of her two worlds. Unsure whether to go professional, or simply friendly she took a cautious step away from the sand towards the male’s voice. Her thoughts were measured, precise, choosing every word with care so as to not offend, but also to keep herself very closed off. For all she knew her client had sent this male here instead to shake her up, but being scared wasn’t in her vocabulary.
β Call it practice fer old times’ sake I suppose but doesn’t that really depend on who’s askin’? I wouldn’t want to stray too far from what you want, you know my name but what about yours. Sounds like the best place to start, since you’re on Circus property after all. β
|
|
|
02/12/2020 02:46 PM
|
1x1 with Scream Queen.
1x1 Scream Queen. World to Explore: Gotham City Garage FIGHTING THE DEMON. Harley had enough trouble fighting with the monsters in her own head and now she was arguing with who she would beat was the most dangerous woman outside of the Garden. But deep down Harley knew Dinah was needed more than she was. She’d been brought to recruit her, she wasn’t going back empty handed. From what Harley knew Dinah had left the Garden for her Girls, then left the girls for this. Harley understood why Dinah had to be a part of this world, why the League of Shadows now relied on her so but Harley was a good person when it came to enacting crazy.
β Ya gotta have something to ya hand now? Ya gotta few more dice t’ play with than we all have. Ya gotta think of somethin’ D sorry, Ra’s Al Ghul. An’ don’ give me the you’re bigger than this speech. If we don’t try an’ attack Luthor and it’s Greenhouse we ain’t got nothin’ to stick around for! Look we’ll go for a ride, I’ll do whatever but the Girls need ya an’ apparently I’m the best gal t’ tell ya that! β Or maybe she was the least useful one so the others could be doing something. They didn’t need anymore Ridealongs pulling out of their heads after all. Everyone only had one. She just had to hope that the crazy line of attack was the only way forward.
Harley sighed, this was difficult. β Maybe we can come up with a way to do both, for you to keep ya head on ya shoulders, so they can keep their head. Meaning you. A way that won’t let the girl’s down either. I’m not good at pleading or putting-the-right-words together but...maybe taking a drive wouldn’t be such a bad thing? Taking a ride out, we’ll figure it all later. Taking a drive helps me think at least an' I dunno the last time you actually got on a bike. How about we leave the girls to plan 'cause they're much better at that then I am and just...live for a short while? Ya can’t just be a title or ya life or else ya may as become a robot an’ that’s a Luthor idea you do not wanna get involved in! β
|
|
|
01/15/2020 12:58 PM
|
1x1 with Faux-Flash
1x1 Faux-Flash World to Explore: Earth-27 (AU timeline) HARLEY AND HARVEY. Even as those two words still swirled around her head she couldn’t imagine herself with a man whose name was so similar to her own. It didn’t sound right, and above all he did not sound like “puddin’ material”. She would have to have a long, very confusing conversation with her Earth’s counterpart if they crossed paths. She needed to understand this Harley from a psychologist’s perspective, how similar were they really? Were they both like really Harley or did they just look the same and aside from shells doppelgangers worked very differently? That would be a great thing to research but maybe that was for when they weren’t stood in the middle of a war-zone. If the Harley made it, or even if she made it herself. Harley knew she couldn’t keep her thoughts wandering this far if she was to stay alive. Harley had to focus on the task at hand. Keeping herself alive, and helping the Speedster zipping around the city.
β Honestly, everything’s confusing. My world lives for confusing, off the bat nonsense, a dash of humour but mostly unpredictability. I kinda thrive in random environments but this...this thing…yeah this is new, very new and I can’t say I was prepared for this or else I’d have brought my bigger mallet. β That was true enough, she hadn’t come prepared for a war, but was using what she had to her advantage. Her acrobatic skills, quick thinking and ability to adapt. At least she thought she could handle being thrown into a war - it didn’t exactly seem like an idea she could back out off right now anyways. β Nothing like this. But that don’t mean it ain’t coming… β
At this point in time shooting at a meta-human did not sound like a great plan. He knew a lot more than she did about this place, and right now wasn’t the time for a petty little fight for villainy street cred. The streets weren’t going to be around long enough to allow that to happen if the Kaznian’s had anything to say about it. That was something Harley learned pretty quickly out on the field that the Flash was one of the good guys and there didn’t seem to be that many good guys left. Harley barely surpassed that mark but in front of this Army, well the line of anti-hero was all you had to meet. She wasn’t a ‘let’s take over the world in one go’ kind of person and she wasn’t going to stand for anything believing they could hold another person, city or however big this got to ransom. This was bigger than her and although she didn’t know much about this place could feel it was worth fighting for. She’d deal with the implications afterwards, just had to make somewhere safe enough so she could really catch up on what had been happening.
β The only thing ya names gonna hit is the dirt. β Harley spoke honestly, as she saw the damage the Flash was delivering to the army. If her Flash was anything to go by this wasn’t going to be easy on him, and he’d need a lot of support. She wasn’t sure how he’d take therapy with her but it was worth offering to at least talk things through when they weren’t on the battleground.
Watching the blur fighting against the lasers Harley couldn’t call how things were meant to go. Green and red flickers of light were her only indication things were even happening.There were blocks, and as the action kept going Harley could only assume the Flash wasn’t yet fatally injured. She squinted as the green light shattered. It was almost too bright to look had but Harley just had to make sure The Flash himself was okay. Then she saw the meta’s leg almost split into two. Harley winced, barely looking at the injury despite being strangely intrigued. It wasn’t an injury she saw often but now wasn’t the time to get all curious. It was a war, people got hurt. That was the norm here, unlike her usual self it wasn’t all fun and games. The blonde had to think seriously for a moment, which was more than difficult for her, but she had to make it happen - that’s why the Joker gas came out.
β Look it’s all I had on me. I didn’t expect to land myself into a war. I’d have come more prepared for that. Thought it was better than nothing. β A distraction was really all it was Harley just hoped it played some role in the fight. She wasn’t sure how it could but still hoped it achieved something. The blonde didn’t have a lot with her, but had enough to hopefully keep her and Flash alive, then maybe he’d help her replenish some of her gear in case she needed to help again. Not having powers meant almost solely relying on her weapons and her environment, as she wasn’t familiar with the environment. She wasn’t exactly fully kitted out for war with her weapons either, so worked with what she had. As long as he had an opening, as long as she gave him some form of a chance then maybe they could get through this.
Harley didn’t have a chance to see her plan worked as a few green lasers were fired in her direction. One, two, three flips backwards and now they were getting dangerously close. She tried to shoot was she can but it didn’t help. She didn’t have a lot going for her, and against this big guy, flight was probably smarter than fight, especially when the only thing ‘meta’ about her was her way of thinking and that was stretching the definition. As the Joker gas filled the room she hoped it’d work on the metas but it was just a stretch involving lots of guesswork and a leap of faith. That’s when she heard a few faint giggles. Enough to distract the meta to give her a chance to make the gap between them large enough to fire a few shots.
That’s when the red streak stopped whizzing past. She couldn’t see any blurs anymore that represented the Flash, at least from what she knew. Looking around as best she could whilst picking up the pace just to get some wiggle room on them, rushing over the Flash at the chance she managed to grasp. That was the most important. They had to take it one step at a time. You can lose battles but win wars and right now was a fight for survival, not a battle to win. She wasn’t ready, and Flash didn’t have his head in the right mindset. As her bullets started flying in retaliation again Harley watched the Flash slow and then collapse to the ground. It panicked her, her heart was pounding, it wasn’t going to end that way. As her jacket found its way to the ground, she removed her shirt. It was thin enough to be ripped into strips as she wrapped them around his side, acting like a tourniquet to put pressure on the bleeding. She wasn’t thinking about herself. But this world needed him far more than they needed her, but acting quickly was key. With the knots in the fabric in place, Harley threw her jacket back on, zipping it up completely. It wasn’t armour, but it sure beat running around in just her bra. Her voice was calmer, a lot less shaky than she thought it would be as she tried to calm him, and calm herself down in turn.
β Sh*t. Take some deep breaths, ya ain’t going nowhere Speedykins. Please, do ya have anywhere around here that’s a safe space? Anywhere at all. I need to get ya outta here. F***ing anywhere is better than here right now. I don’t wanna have to move yas, but ya ain’t gotta choice. β
|
|
|
12/18/2019 12:49 PM
|
1x1 with Robert Miller
1x1 Robert Miller World to Explore: Not specified Harley had met a fair few serial killers in her time - she’d even been with one. Then in a way he captured his audience in a way that was far worse than a serial killer. It was the first label you’d place on the maniacal Clown Prince of Crime, and it wasn’t a label Harley wore with pride either. The things that made a mind fall off the wagon of normalcy had always been intriguing to her. But Gotham was Gotham. You’d struggle to find worse people anywhere else, maybe not by a body count but by the amount of sick and twisted thinking that took place on the streets. One alley was even nicknamed after the number of crimes that took place there on a nightly basis.
She heard screams, shouts, the sounds of a mugging. It was usual, and she didn’t play goodie two shoes all the times, but there was no sign of the Bat coming out that night and she believed the male needed help. Flipping across the rooftops she watched from above. Of course this wasn’t a simple robbery, this was Gotham. It looked messy, and the male took off. Swinging down the steps, not touching the area, she took after him. Her red and black outfit only half blending into the shadows. If she’d have been spotted most cops would have put two and two together no matter how unlike her the scene was. She’d be a target and Harley needed that to stop now.
β Ya know if ya gonna leave ‘em there ya gonna get me into some right trouble. I ain’t going back t’ Arkham fer somethin’ that weren’t me. β
|
|
|
11/13/2019 12:38 PM
|
1x1 with Faux-Flash
1x1 Faux-Flash WORLD TO EXPLORE: EARTH-27 (AU TIMELINE) It looked like World War III, was that a possibility on one earth? Whoever they were they were destructive and the blonde was quickly learning on the job. There was explosions and debris everywhere, but it was in this chaos a girl like Harley Quinn thrived. Even when she was on what she thought was the right side. β I think so? β She had no idea where, or what safe was here but she was trying her best, something she rarely got credit for either way. Then she realised he wasn’t talking to her, okay had to get better at that. Apparently she wasn’t the only one with imaginary friends, or maybe he was hearing voices. Or he has a comms unit. That would make more sense, not everyone was crazy Harley. It did mean, however, he was completely leaving her in the dark. Was there a reason he wouldn’t explain more? Was she meant to know what was going on, did she even fight here? He recognised her at least...was she still pottering around fantasy land with a deck of cards in her hand and the Joker in the heart. Got she’d have to punch herself in the face if she saw that and then maybe a touch of therapy to sweeten the deal. But now wasn’t the time to talk therapy as one of the kids shouted in her direction. By the time she turned around the assailant had vanished and the Flash was simply stood there with an arm in his arm. Talk about armed combat. She would have laughed but it wasn’t really the time. β A Harley, yeah. β She muttered, the ‘A’ almost silent, realising that maybe suggesting dimension hopping wasn’t the greatest conversation starter, but she was Harley. As close to Harley as you could get without being from this Earth at least. She looked around trying to find inspiration for her answer. β.I was in the area. Looks like ya need all the help ya can get. β Part of her just hoped she hadn’t gotten herself into a place where and Speedykins was a thing. She didn’t want to have to fake that one. But that was also, apparently not the case as the Flash informed her of her ally in this world. Harvey Quinn? She had no idea who he was babbling on about but a male with a name not unlike her own allowed her to speculate. She knew she wasn’t in Gotham anymore, and now it was clear she wasn’t even on her earth anymore and the Flash had thrown the differences in her face. β I dressed myself thank you very much. Ain’t no one stealing credit fer this. β Was that worth sharing? She didn’t want to scare him with theories of earth-hopping especially when they were amidst a war, especially when Harley herself could have been seen as the enemy in that circumstance. But he was the same Flash she knew, probably different in his own ways though, and she knew there was a chance the time travelling, dimension hopping lightning bolt had in fact not actually done any of those things. But there was also a chance he had and he understood. He thrown her in a position where she had to deal those cards and tell him, whatever the consequences. So now she had to explain, but first she had to get the obvious out of the way. β Who the f*** is Harvey? β Her face pretty much said it all. Harley had no idea what was going on, especially with some guy called Harvey. Who would go with a guy called Harvey? Where had this Earth’s version of her gone terribly terribly wrong? There was no way she could keep up being this Earth’s Harley but separating her from the other her and the enemy was hopefully something that could be done quickly. β I’m not Harley, your Harley anyway, an’ you’re not my Flash but your this Flash... But ma name is Harley Quinn. It’d be nice t’meetcha in different circumstances β No time for a handshake, but Harley wanted to comment on the words he’d spoken to the voice in his head, he’d sounded serious. How long had this been going on for?Just because she lost her credentials in one earth doesn’t mean her skills couldn’t be put to good use here, right? β I dunno what ya Harls does but I used to be a psychologist, still trained enough to be one. I want ya to talk to me after this too, okay? Seeing all this around can’t be healthy fer anyone - this is a bigger mess than Arkham usually is. β If Arkham was the same here. She wasn’t sure how different an insane asylum holding Gotham’s criminals could be, but if she could end up with a Harvey here, anything was possible There shouting again snapped her out of it. They weren’t kids. What was that supposed to mean. They looked like kids - this wasn’t another alien hot dog incident was it? Then she saw what Harley could only describe as laser beams coming out of the child’s eyes. She followed Flash’s orders taking a couple of steps back, whatever this Kaznian meta could do, well she didn’t particularly want to find out. Seemed the meta wanted to give the two of them a show anyway. In the nicest possible way this enemy screamed dangerous and had proved it by sending the flash β No sh*t, Sherlock.β flying. Leaving her mallet in the debris she reached straight her pistols, with the Flash occupied she had to take down the troops as best she could. With him darting around trying to catch the bullets, Harley had to be careful not to shoot the male she was helping. Without hesitation she emptied her clips into the troops, before taking into a cartwheel doing her best the dodge the bullets all on her own so Flash didn’t have to concentrate on her and could focus on other, far more important, people in the area. β Ya wanna play, well take this! β Pulling a pin on a smoke grenade didn’t seem all that productive but it wasn’t just smoke, it was Joker’s own toxin. Harley had no idea how effective it would be in this circumstance, would they fall over laughing, would it even affect them because of the different Earth. Well, she had to try something and this was her effort. It was the only useful thing she’d been able to steal from that man. Harley just hoped that meant something here. Calling out the Flash she thought to warn him, even if it wasn’t obvious. β Stay away from the vapours Flash. They need you. β
|
|
|
08/29/2019 12:05 PM
|
Writing Sample
1x1 Faux-Flash World to Explore: Earth-27 (AU timeline) Harley I don’t think we’re in Gotham anymore. The blonde thought to herself as looked around into what was basically, chaos .Wherever here was, Harley felt herself wanting to thrive. Explore. There were building crashing down, up in flames, and better but it was a lot to take in and part of her wanted it build up around her, the other half stop. This was far more dangerous than she was used to. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t adapt, but if her world had a Big Bad Batman, she dreaded to think what would she would be at the receiving end of here. Pushing through the debris and what few people were left on the street she noted a few targets, potential strike out places but then the blonde saw a group of children she knew she had to help. Racing over, pulling out her baseball bat from it’s holster she pulled two young children down, trying to direct them to somewhere less exposed as it became clear they didn’t have a place to go as . This wasn’t their fight, and technically it wasn’t even hers either but since she was here - well, no one like them were gonna die on her watch. There was clearly more and the first two kids she’d come to were barely a dent in this issue. It was at times like these she hoped that some form of superhero did exist in this area to give her a hand. An unfamiliar yet recognizable red streak seemingly flew passed her, taking a couple of the children. She just hoped that it was the good kind as she didn’t have the time, energy or speed to see for now. Instead, with bullets raining over head, Harley’s bat went straight for one of the walls, clearly already cracked, ready to come down, Harley tried her best to control it the fall so it landed on it’s side, serving somewhat as a shield for the kids she tried to protect. “ Look just stay behind that, hopefully some form of Speedykins is good enough to get ya outta here. I gotta deal with some bigger men with badder guns. ” One, badder wasn’t exactly a word. Two, surely it was ‘badder men with bigger guns’ but hey, the Jester wasn’t really thinking straight, who could when they became a target for assault. She was in the firing line, dropping her bat she went straight for a handheld pistol, not quite the perfect headshot but sending her attacker down. Guess she’d picked a side, she just hoped it was the right one.
|
|
Back to Posts
|