2566/Darkness in Gotham

Darkness in Gotham
Date of Scene:	24 September 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Darkness, Harley Quinn

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Darkness has posed:
    *SMACK* Is heard in one of the nearby run down buildings. The windows boarded up, the door seems to be closed, but there is a light on inside the first floor. *SMACK SMACK* Perhaps the sound of flesh striking flesh, and as you draw closer it is accompanied by the sound of low moans.

    In the ruined building are four men, the rough sort that people avoid eye contact with when they walk by, but unfortunately one of them is tied to a chair. The other three have their suit jackets off, discarded to the side, and their sleeves rolled up for work. The work, it appears, is beating the hell out of the tied up man.

    "Listen, ya fat bastard, Franchetti is done here..." a man with a thick beard growls, his knuckles bloody from the 'conversation', "...yer gonna tell us where he get's his product, or we'll be at this all night." A second man, head shaven clean, stands nearby with a cigar being lit, and watching interrogation while the final red-head looking between pliers and bolt cutters.

    Outside, Jackie just watches the building, and listening to what was happening. He was sent here to deal with the three Moretti thugs, but also see if Ethan was going to give up the goods. His features hold a bored expression, and he let's out a long sigh, "What the Christ, bunch of amateurs have been at this for thirty God damn minutes, and they still haven't gotten anything...." He checks the two Glocs in his shoulder holsters, and says, "...well shit. Might as well get this party started."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Standing on a wooden block crate outside the building near the far corner from Jackie, Harley Quinn has a styrofoam cup full of frozen Mountain Dew, and she's trying to see in, anywhere she can find a crack. As Jackie makes himself known, her gaze snaps down to him, and a slow smile spreads across her face. "Think he's gonna crack?" She giggles. "I dunno who these clowns are, but they don't know a damn thing about getting a confession outta somebody. They shoulda had that whozewhatzit like twenty minutes ago. I say we surround 'em. You on one side, me on the other." She laughs as she jumps down off the box and takes a sip of icee. "Maybe whatever he's givin' up'll be worth somethin', y'think?" Her attire is leather. Red and black harlequin's corset, tiny pleated skirt, fishnets, boots and pigtails. One dipped in red, one in black.

Darkness has posed:
    A few quick steps, then Jackie realizes he's not the only one that was listening, and takes a moment to look Harley over. His eyes travel up and down, pretty obvious, and then he quirks an eyebrow "Well, pretty unexpected, but I've got to say you wear it well, Gorgeous..." Jackie starts, an evil grin spreading on his features, "...honestly I was hoping he would. The guy is a fat piece of shit, and I was looking forward to wiping the stain off the planet."

    "OH GOD NO!!!" Comes a new voice, and then there's a *SNIP* "YES..." a sob "..I'll tell ya whatev ya want.." Which has Jackie look back to Harley, "Look at that. Today is Christmas after all.." Immediately the guy begins telling about all kinds of drug shipments, weapon movements, racketeering, and bribes of various officials. The words tumble out in a rush between his cries of pain.

    "Ok, sounds good. These three in here a about as dumb as Mafioso gets. We could walk right in the door, shoot each of them in the head, and be done with it." He puts his guns away, adding a smirk, "But let's have some fun. No guns, we just beat them to death..." He shrugs once, "...up for it?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley smiles brightly, with a cheerful "Thanks, Handsome!" She sets her icee down on the crate, cracks her neck and reaches over her shoulder to pull a painted wooden bat from a leather sling on her back. "I'm game!" Only then, does she even ask. "Why we making chili outta these guys?" But she's already walking over to join the stranger. Apparently, motive is just a second thought.

Darkness has posed:
    "Mmm Hmm," Jackie replies with a smile, "My type of Lady." He moves up to the door, since the sobs and Ethan's stool pigeon routine are likely to cover their entrance, and slowly turns the knob. He let's out a long sigh, looking back to Harley, "Again, chumps. Door isn't even locked..." He shakes his head, as he adds "The three that'll be doing the work are part of the Moretti Mafia Family. They're trying to take over the Franchetti Family space."

    "The Franchetti Family is who I work for. I do their bloody work, and this is blood work." Shrugging again, as if it's another day in the office, "Got to send a message to Moretti. Likely I'll be headed for their Boss next, but it's nice to put Fear into people before going with your big reveal." He slowly opens the door, all three guys are watching as the tied up man, now missing his ring finger, is spilling his guts. It's easy enough for both of you to actually walk into the room without the three noticing... that is, until Ethan screeches out "JACKIEE!!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
One of the interrogators turns square with Harley. Without hesitation, she swings for the fences, and the bat makes a sickening CRACK as it connects, splitting the guy's head open, and he falls. She points the bat at Ethan. "Didn't your mama ever teach ya namecallin's bad manners?" She blows a pink bubble and pops it.

Darkness has posed:
    Moving forward with practiced ease, Jackie closes the distance with the man holding the bloody bolt cutters, and lands a vicious elbow to his nose. As the man drops the cutters to cover his face, Jackie snatches them out of the air with preternatural quickness, and spins a full circle. The bolt cutters come whizzing around to take the man in the knee, and a sickening *CRUNCH* can he heard as he collapses to the ground screaming and coughing on his own blood.

TThe final man, the one with the cigar, starts backing up "Whoah whoah whoah.. uhm.. maybe we can, ya know.. talk 'bout this... right?" Jackie takes a handkerchief out of the pocket of the one that Harley brained, wiping some blood form his face, "Nice swing. You put your hips into it.." pausing, and wiping a bit of blood from her cheek, "...better. So, your call. Talk... or..." and he glances down to the bat.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley grins at Jackie, placing the end of her bat on the floor and leaning on the pommel. She crosses one foot over the other, nonchalantly watching and waiting as she chews her gum. She twists the tip of the red-dipped pigtail around her finger idly, and looks between the two, waiting to see if Jackie's getting what he wants. Although, let's be honest...Jackie's getting what he wants, either way.

Darkness has posed:
    "Dealer's choice it is then..." Jackie says with a smile, and turns back to the last one, "...See, the problem is I only need one of you alive to give the message." His walk non-nonchalant as he closes the distance, and he points the bolt cutters at the guy on the ground, "...and that guy there already is about halfway there..." and he points to the guy that Harley brained, "...and that guy is out of the running. So, that means you're just shit out of luck today, my friend." and before the guy can respond, he takes one, two, three blows from the bolt cutters.

    He wipes his face again with the handkerchief, and throws it on the dead body. He turns back to Ethan, who seems to be sobbing and laughing at the same time, "Oh god Jackie, I'm so glad to see you..." and Jackie just shakes his head, "Ethan, Ethan, Ethan... What're we going to do here, huh?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I dunno, Handsome. Sounds like this guy just LOVES to talk. And I oughtta know, I can talk all day. Problem is, there's a time for talkin', and there's a time for keepin' yer filthy mouth shut." She shakes her head mournfully. "You, my locquacious and fingerless friend, don't seem to have made that distinction." I could go down and pick up them shipments all by my lonesome, knock off a few goons and take over your territory. And all cause I happened to have parked my icee outside the window. Whaddya think JACKIEE here's gonna think about that?" She imitates Ethan's squeal as she proffers food for thought. Meanwhile, she's examining her short, black painted nails, and making sure she hasn't broken one.

Darkness has posed:
    Jackie nods his head in in agreement with each of Harley's statements. Pulling over a chair to sit in front of the tied up Ethan, "I think the Lady has a point, Ethan. You know the Don will not like hearing about what you've said to these guys." Immediately Ethan begins moving his mouth like a fish out of water. He starts "But.. Jackie.. they were cuttin' my fingers off.." and Jackie just raises a hand, "Tsk tsk, Ethan. You know that's not going to fly here."

    Slowly, Jackie pulls out of his Glocs, and begins screwing a silencer on the end, "You know Ethan. I learn about everyone in the family. All the things they do and like. All the things they fear..." His eyes turn icy cold, "..and you know what I learned about you, Ethan. You like middle school boys and girls, Ethan." then he shoot's Ethan first in the crotch, then in the gut, "...but not anymore."

    Standing up, Jackie moves over to the last remaining thug alive, "Ok, now let's make sure I get this message straight, ok?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley makes a disgusted sound when Jackie mentions Erhan's penchant. After he's done, she shakes her head, adding in her best gangster speak, "If I'da known that I prob'ly woulda taken 'im out foist." She moves then to the door, letting Jackie have a little time to deliver his message adequately.

Darkness has posed:
    Several minutes, one last body left behind, Jackie moves his way out of the room. However, Harley can hear from the shadows in the room, a small raspy whisper <Hey Boss, you want it clean?> and a second raspy voice <Real clean, like Mr. Clean!> and a third <Shuddup and make sure the Boss won't be found..>

    He closes the door as he leaves, the sounds of clawed feet scrambling over the wood, and things being moved by somethings inside. Jackie stands outside, takes in a deep breathe of fresh air, and turns his face to the moon. After a moment to center himself, he turns his look back to Harley, his eyes losing some of the coldness they held before, "So, if I'm not mistaken, you're the infamous and beautiful Harley Quinn." a crooked grin on his face, "My very lucky day."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"In fact, I -AM- Harley Quinn. Always great to meet a fan." She gives a flourish and a curtsy, her bat now safely stowed in the leather sling on her back. "And you, I can ONLY assume, are the dashing and deadly Jackie." She gives a bit of a blank look. "I can't say I've heard of ya, but from the looks of things there's more than a few good reasons why." She tilts her head. "Why is it, then, that I feel kinda like it's my lucky day, too?"

Darkness has posed:
    Looking back to the room, where noises can still be heard, Jackie nods his head "Yeah, you can say I'm a fan after tonight. I've heard things here and there, but it's nice to see you in action.." His smile broadens, "..in more ways than one." He moves to stand up next to her, and nods his head once, "In my line of work it's good most people don't know Who I am. Let's say that for guys like that..." his head nodding back to the room, "...they know to stay out of my way."

    "I have to say, I don't get the chance, or really like to, share the work often. What brought you out tonight? Looking to get into some mischief of your own?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Didn't have anything better to do. Then I heard the douche patrol in there, and thought I'd stop for a listen. Sometimes it can lead to a little fun. Like tonight." Harley winks at Jackie and looks at the door for a moment, but she knows two things, and those two things are going to keep her quiet about what's going on inside now. First, Jackie went in there with only Harley for company, to confront four men. Second, things with claws don't ask questions, in her world. Whatever's going on in there now, she wants no knowledge or part of.

"So then I met this handsome guy, bust some heads, have a few laughs, and we live happily ever after. Great little fairy tale for a Saturday night, don'tcha think?" She leans in and nudges him playfully.

Darkness has posed:
"Well, glad that I could provide a little entertainment to /start/ your evening..." Jackie gives that sly grin, eyes twinkling as he seems to be considering something, "...and that if you're up for a late night I'm sure I can find some more to keep you laughing."

    He chuckles as she nudges him, "Well, let's say that this is the type of fairy tale I'd expect in the life that I live. Busting Heads, and Laughing I mean." He offers his arm to Harley, and motions with his other hand to a Bugatti parked across the street, "So, what do you say? I might have another visit or two I need to perform, and then we can see what else is on the agenda."

Harley Quinn has posed:
With a glance over at Jackie's car, Harley's face brightens considerably. "Mister, you sure know how to sweet talk a gal." She takes his arm and leans her cheek against his shoulder. Be my Dark Handsome Prince, and take me into the night? My little fairy tale has room for all sorts of excitement, if you're willin'."

She walks with him to his car, looking it over, and then looking him over as well. "I'll leave the icee here. Looks like I just upgraded."

Darkness has posed:
Jackie walks her over to the car, "Only for the best Ladies, Miss Quinn." responds with a smile. Once he's on the passanger side, he opens the door for her, "After you..." Once she's settled in, he closes the door, and moves to the driver side. Turning on the car, he looks over to her, and says "Ok, which one first, we've got a Yakuza gambling den to bust up, or a crooked cop that's decided he wants to run his lips."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oooh I do love a good dirty cop bustin'," Harley says with a broad smile. "What's he runnin' his mouth about? Oh, I hope it's juicy. Do we get to kill 'em a little? Or a LOT?" Harley looks almost a little TOO eager to have a little fun tonight. "And here I thought I was gonna be so BORED tonight..."

Darkness has posed:
"Hmm, excitement you say?" Jackie asks thinking about her previous comments, "I'm quite the adrenaline junkie, and have to admit that I'm willing to share all the excitement you can handle." with that said he takes off in the Bugatti. He handles the car as if he's being chased by the cops, and seems rather unconcerned about it. Then he adds, "...and what kind of Dark Prince would I be if..." he reaches behind the passenger seat, and brings up a 20oz bottle of Spiked Lemonade Mountain Dew. As he hands it to her, he adds, "I knew it was going to be a long night, and I don't drink coffee."

"Truth is he knows too much about who is on the take in the police force. The Rumor is that he plans on selling that info to the D.A. because he's under investigation." Two quick turns and he's headed down out of the worst part of Gotham, "Figure we will get out of him who he was talking to, and maybe pay them a visit too." His smile is sadistic, and he nods his head "Oh, I figure there will be killing, probably a lot of it, depending on how much we can trust what he says."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley giggles and takes the bottle. "Gonna get me all Mountain Dew'd up and take advantage of me, I guess." She seems utterly unconcerned by the speed and manner in which he's handling the car. "Sounds like this cop is a VERY bad boy. We can't let that happen, now can we?" She winks and takes a drink, then passes it over to Jackie. "Gonna be a long, hard night, Handsome, let's get ya spiked."

Darkness has posed:
"Oh, he's the worst kind..." Jackie grumbles back, "...not as had as Ethan, but let's say that he likes his girls a little too close to the limit." Which seems to be a sore point for the Hitman. He glances over, grins, and takes the offered drink. "Why, thank you, Gorgeous." He takes a long drink, and hands it back to her. A couple more minutes of driving, and they end up outside a decent condo complex in Gotham.

He checks his watch, "Right on time..." and Harley will spot the back door open up slightly, before Jackie looks to her, "We're up."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley quietly exits the car, watching that back door, and looking to Jackie for any kind of intstruction or warning. She reaches up over her shoulder again, but this time instead of her bat, she draws down two small metal canisters and clips them onto a thin belt on her skirt, which seemed to have little function before, other than being black, glittery, and cute.

Darkness has posed:
Getting out of the car, Jackie walks over to Harley, and raises an eyebrow at the cannisters. He offers his arm again, "So, a benefit of knowing people is that they do things like open the doors and turn off the security cameras." He walks her to the open emergency exit, and looks up the stairs. "He's on the fifth floor, so we have a bit of walking..." He tilts his head sideways, and adds ",,,but with the company I don't think I'll notice."

As they get up the stairs, Jackie explains, "So, once we figure out how to get inside his apartment, let's see what the little piggy has to say..." He considers for amoment, and adds, "Actually, this may really work out. I'm betting once he see's you he'll start talking in no time."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"You'd be amazed at the things I can get men to do," Harley admits with a grin, as they take the stairs on up to the 5th floor. Once they arrive, she looks up at Jackie and smiles sheepishly, patting the canisters. "Wellll, I can't expect a hot guy to do EVERYTHING for me, can I? Never hurts to have a little protection of my own..." She unties her bustier, tightens the corset a little, to make her assets a little more prominent, and reties it. "There, now. I'm not exactly too close to that line, so sometimes I gotta move the line."

Darkness has posed:
"Yes and No..." Jackie replies with a smirk on his face, "...I can only imagine." Once at the door, he tries the door, which ends up being locked. "Ah, damn, guess we can only get so lucky in a night..." His voice trails off as Harley adjusts her attire, blinks once, and shakes his head "Focus." He says to himself, and turns back to the door.

He takes a moment, reaching into a pocket on his jacket, and pulls out a set of lock picks. "So, things you learn when you have to kill people for a living..." and get's to work on the locks. A few minutes later, and there's a soft click. He stands up, but his picks away then slowly pushes the door open.

Once inside, the apartment is dark, but in the bedroom the T.V. is on. As the two of you walk quietly back there, it's easy to hear the loud snores, and the sounds of cartoons. Slowly pushing the door open, there's a short and fat man, in boxers, passed out on the bed. "After you, Miss Quinn."

Harley Quinn has posed:
It was inevitable. The perfect storm. As the two enter the bedroom, Harley pauses by the television, in all her adult attention deficit disorder glory. Blue eyes wide in the darkness, she's caught up instantly in the cartoon. After a ten second pause, there's a little smack on her backside, and Harley jumps, looking back at Jackie, who gestures toward the man snoring on the bed. "O-KAY," mouthes Harley as she approaches.

She checks the bed linens first, then the nightstand drawer, where she pulls out a revolver. Beneath the mattress? Another. Beneath the bed? A sawed-off shotgun, and ammo clips for everything else. She piles it all in a corner out of reach. "Paranoid much?" she whispers, and then with an exaggerated yawn and stretch, she crawls onto the bed on all fours, setting her chin down on her hands directly in front of the passed out cop, and fully aware of the view from Jackie's perspective. "Wakey wakey," she coos, just inches from the cop's face.

Darkness has posed:
Jackie will need to remember the cartoon thing for multiple reasons. Once she get's going though, she's quite the professional, and he appreciates that quite a bit. Once she's pulled out all the firearms Jackie is impressed, and nods his head in agreement with Harley's assessment. As she takes up position, Jackie does enjoy the view, and whistles appreciatively.

Rodd, the dirty cop, starts to wake up slowly and still half-drunk. As his eyes take in the view from his perspective there's a grin, a few more seconds and the grin turns into a confused frown, and then absolute terror, "Oh god, oh god... what the fu..." he reaches for two of the pieces, and realizes they are gone, "Oh my god... what do you want? Why would you be here?!?" He hasn't even noticed Jackie yet, and Jackie remains silent for now.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Aww c'mon, you don't wanna play with me?" Harley bites her lip and pouts, calming him down a little as she purposely keeps herself in his line of sight, to block out Jackie's presence, until she's got him calmed down. Continuing to speak to him soothingly, she lays him back on his pillow and traces his cheek with a fingertip and nuzzles his neck as she ties his wrists to the headboard.

"Oh...God," the cop exclaims again, but in a different tone this time. Poor sap.

Harley continues. "Now, isn't that better? So we're gonna have a little talk, and you're gonna answer a few questions for my...friend here. Capeesh?" She nods back toward Jackie, as she moves aside so Rodd can finally see him.

Darkness has posed:
Jackie watches, and grins as the situation is quickly handled with almost no noise, at least none that would bring security. Once Harley has him in tied up, then moves to allow sight of Jackie, Rodd immediately goes back to scared out of his mind. "Well done, Harley." Jackie's smooth voice compliments her, and he reaches out to take her hand. On a whim, he pulls her close, and kisses her cheek.

Turning back to his mark, Jackie sits on the edge of the bed, "Rodd, the Don has heard some very disturbing news. About saving your own ass."

Rodd quickly interrupts, "Jackie, it ain't true, it ain't true at all..." He looks between his two 'guests' "I mean, come 'on. I've known Frankie fer years... I wouldn't do that..." his struggles become insistent, but Harley knows her job well so Rodd is going nowhere. Jackie shakes his head, "One chance, Rodd. What've you told them?" Between Harley and Jackie they can see the lie start in his eyes before he is even able to voice it.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Now, now..." Harley interjects before Rodd can even begin. The problem here is that you're SUCH a terrible liar that you give yourself away before you ever start. I'm here to save you from yourself." She moves over to the other side of the bed, reaching for one of the metal canisters on her belt as she does, and she opens it. What looked vaguely like a gas grenade was actually a container, out of which she pours a plastic tube fitted with a hypodermic needle. "The problem, you see, is that we already know you've been talkin'." She takes the vial and skillfully slips it beneath the skin in the man's forearm, giving the tube a gentle, steady squeeze. "So what you're looking for now is what we call 'damage control.' The truth will set you free," she adds with a wink, as the serum goes to work.

"I think you'll find his information MUCH more reliable now," she tells Jackie as she takes her place by his side again, slipping the vial back into the canister and capping it.

Darkness has posed:
Jackie watches the entire exchange calmly at first. Then as Harley begins to expertly administer some type of drug, there's an obvious bit of surprise to his features, and no small bit of respect. Once she's done, he'll pause, before saying "Why Harley Quinn, I do believe you've got more in that pretty head of yours than anyone knows." His thoughts paused for a second, and he adds, "...and thank you."

Looking back to Rodd, he asks again, "What have you told them about the Family?" Rodd seems a bit sluggish at first, but he says "Look, Jackie, I told 'em that I knew who was gettin' bribed, and where shipments came in.." Jackie breaks in, "..Who?" Rodd sighs, and adds "D.A. I was supposed to talk to Internal Affairs tomorrow."

Jackie sighs, a little at ease, "Did you tell them, or just said you knew?" Rodd shakes his head, thumping against the headboard, "No way... I needed them to get me protection... nothing until that happens."

Jackie looks over to Harley, asking "You think that's right? Sounds right, but you know what you put in him."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Welcome, Handsome. Nah...There's no way he came up with that outta thin air. His head's rattlin' around right now so he couldn't hear himself if he DID come up with a lie." Harley looks from Jackie to Rodd, and shrugs. "Still smells like a rat to me, though."

Darkness has posed:
"If you're good then I'm good..." Jackie nods his agreement with Harley's assessment. He frowns at the rat comment, "He is definitely a rat, and a scumbag of a human being too..." He looks around the room, "...now, to figure out how to make it look like he off'ed himself..."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley moves to the pile of weapons in the corner and carefully replaces the ones beneath the mattress and bed. Then she turns the television to an action movie, and turns the volume up as high as it will go. "Car," she says simply to Jackie. Without ceremony, she crawls onto the bed and holds the revolver up to Rodd's head, as Rodd whimpers and cries pitifully. "Shh, shh...Look at the bright side. Now you do--" And she fires the gun, deftly untying his wrists with a single pull of the rope, and places the gun in his hand. In a practiced and silent flurry, she sweeps out the door and down the stairs, with the tv blaring in the apartment above them. She peels a protective silicone coating off her right hand, rolls it, and inserts it into the canister on her belt with the spent vial on her way to the car.

Darkness has posed:
As Jackie watches her make her preparations, his respect definitely grows, and once she tells him to meet at the Car he gives a nod of his head. He heads down the stairs, double checks all the doors are locked, and the stairs are still secure. Once at the bottom he waits by the car for her to return. When he see's her come out the emergency exit, he offers her a smile, and opens the passenger door, "You know, Miss Quinn... I think I may be in love..."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh why thank you..." Harley says with a grin as she steps into the car. As Jackie slips into the driver side door, she winks at him. "I hear tell everything's more fun when you get a girl involved." She reaches up and removes the bat from her back, resting it against the front of her seat between her knees and rolling her neck and shoulders as she leans back more comfortably. "And you thought you needed caffeine...."