3203/Hunting the Hunter

Hunting the Hunter
Date of Scene:	13 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Darkness, Harley Quinn

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Darkness has posed:
Jackie has explained to Harley that he spent a day and night avoiding second rate assassins tracking him down. In fact, that night is the first time he ran into Black Cat, and the reason why she tracked Jackie down later. The last of the assassin's they had found an interesting scent to be tracked down, and so Jackie sent one of his Darklings to find where that scent originated from in the City.

That scent was at a place called Club Extacy, a low class strip club run by a local drug lord, and well known go-between for this type of work. When Jackie told Harley about it she insisted that she come with him this time, and he appreciated having someone to watch his back. Now, Jackie is standing with Harley outside of the Club, not bad given the neighborhood it is in, and based on the women outside it looks like you buy more than a lapdance.

"Well, here we are Harl's, let's go see what this fat bastard has got to say..." Jackie grumbles, obviously pissed off that there's a hit on him, "...I know this isn't a Family job, because this isn't how they do business. They handle things on their own, with people like me, not some two-bit wannabe gangster." He looks to Harley, with a quick wink, "I'm guessing at least 4-5 bouncers, and one guard at his door. Nothing we can't handle."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"That broad's tryin' to steal my look!" Harley pulls her bat out of the leather sling on her back and starts stalking in the woman's direction. Sure enough, there's a hooker, bent over talking to some guy in a car, dressed as the infamous Harley Quinn.

Harley goes to grab the woman's pigtail and pull her away from the car, in order to have a calm and orderly chat about who wore it better, but the pigtail comes off. In fact, the whole wig comes off. More aptly called "Har Lee," this Harley is a dude.

"Osht, you can have this back, Man...Ma'am...whatever..." She hands the wig back sheepishly.

Darkness has posed:
"Uh oh..." Jackie says as Harley stomps off to settle her copyright, and with a shrug begins moving in the direction of the door to Extacy. A few of the girls wander up to him, hands brushing him, "Hey Darlin', you look like you could use some company..." they must be oblivious to the fact that Harley was just standing with Jackie. For his part, Jackie gently tkaes their hands off him as he checks for his wallet, "No thanks, Honey. I've got my hands full..." Just in time for Jackie to see the Har Lee, "Oh my..."

Jackie waves over to Harley, "Come on, Beautiful. You've got nothing to worry about 'cause you're the most beautiful thing 'round these parts." He passes the bouncers at the front door, they recognize Jackie and stay out of his way, and then they recognize Harley with a 'Holy Shit!' look on their face. As the two cross into the Club, it's the same standard in most clubs, several open stages, lots of chairs, and a private section to the back. On the far side of the Club is a set of stairs that leads up to more private areas.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley trots to catch up to Jackie, blowing a pink bubble with her gum, and helping Jackie remove hands from him as he passes into the club. "I got this handled, thanks Ladies." Yet she's oblivious to the looks that she and Jackie are getting from the men.

Then, as they pause inside to look around, Harley leans in to Jackie and points to the stairs at the back. "Is -that- where we're goin'?"

Darkness has posed:
"Probably... let's ask." Jackie nods his agreement with Harley, and they start walking in that direction. Before they get to the stairs a rather attractive red-head wearing nothing but a thong bikini bottom, and stars on her nipples asks "Hey Handsome, I'd like to give you a dance..." Her eyes roam over Harley, and she adds "...your cosplay friend can watch if she wants."

Jackie shakes his head, "No thanks, Red. How 'bout you tell me where the boss is?" She pouts as her hands run through Jackie's hair, "Awww, I'd make it worth your while..." When he mentions the boss, she nods at the stairs "..Mr. King is up there, but you're gonna need to talk to the 'assistant' for a meeting."

Jackie grins, "Well then, time for me to see what Mr. King has going on..." Jackie's eyes roam the red head, before a quick wink, "Thanks, Red. Don't let this place drain the life from you.."

Harley Quinn has posed:
" Aww she's so sweeeeet," Harley cooes to Jackie as they go in search of the assistant and Mr. King. "She thought this was cosplay. That means cosplay me. ME!" Harley's all blush and clingy, holding onto Jackie's arm and kissing his biceps with a giggle. "Maybe that's why dude looked like a lady..."

Darkness has posed:
As they head towards the stairs there will be quite a few of the working girls that give them odd looks, but Jackie nods his head in agreement, "I'm sure lots of women and young girls want to be Harley Quinn. I think they see that you do what you want, and they want that power..." He pats a hand over hers, pride in his voice over the thought, "...it's a type of power that's earned, like respect, and you deserve every bit of it."

Again, as they get to the stairs there is a bouncer there, and when he sees Jackie he steps out of the way, but says "Tyrone upstairs ain't gonna let you in, Jackie..." Which Jackie's cold-blue eyes meet the bouncers, and he visibly gulps, "..uhm, try to not let you in."

At the top of the stairs there is a large and well built African American man standing at a door with his arms crossed. "Where you think you're going?" The guard asks, to which Jackie responds, "I need to speak with Mr. King." The guard raises an arm, hand extended to stop Jackie, and says "No one sees Mr. King without going through me first."

There is a long sigh from Jackie followed by the shake of his head, "Well, that can be arranged..."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"So what are we gonna use to go through him, Baby? Revolver? Baseball bat?" She steps up to the man and slowly looks him up....And up...And up...Then back down. "Battering ram? We could probably use that gent dressed as me from downstairs. He was pretty hefty."

Darkness has posed:
"Hmmm..." Jackie considers all that Harley has offered, and he gives a simple shrug, "Boot or Baby is my choice." His eyes never leaving the guard at the door, and he adds "If it's Baby, though, got to make sure you hit him in the chest... otherwise" and he makes an exploding motion with his hands "..it'll be brains everywhere and we want through the door."

The guard starts to catch on, "Wait a minute..." reaching for his gun. To which Jackie casually reaches over, clasping his wrist, and the sounds of breaking bones is easily heard "Nah ah... Didn't your momma tell you.. Ladies first."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Ohh that makes perfect sense. I mean, I wanted to decorate a little for Christmas, but I guess we could always do it some other way," chirps Harley as she pulls her revolver. "So much for saving the wishbone on this turkey."

Darkness has posed:
As the shot takes the guard in the chest, a little extra help from Jackie, pushes him and the door into a room with several mostly naked strippers and one very fat man with gold chains and rings. Jackie winks at Harley, "Perfect..." and moves into the room as the Fat Man bellows "What's goin' on here?!? Who the hell are you?!!!"

As Jackie closes the distance, the Fat Man's shouts go from angry to terrified, "Oh god, oh god, oh god... Jackie.. uhm, what do you want?!" Jackie looks to the strippers, "Time for you ladies to find something else to do. Your boss and I need to have a conversation."

The Strippers quickly move towards the door, parting around Harley as they whisper 'Oh my god!!! That's Jackie Estacado... and is that Harley Quinn..." as the patter of naked feet are heard down the stairs, the last words "She's so hawt... I bet she would make so much money as a stripper..."

"Well know, You know who I am, but I've got no idea who the hell /you/ are. Word is, you put out a 100 million dollar hit on me, but as far as I know I've never even /seen/ you before.." His teeth starts to grind together as he relates what's happened over the last few weeks, the room darkening slightly, "So what's your story... I off your boy-friend or something?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley wrinkles her nose, sniffing the air after the ladies are all gone. "Why does it smell like Cheetos in here?" She looks the man over appraisingly and shakes her head. "Nah in my experience gay men have MUCH higher standards than this guy. Wait is that a baseball bat pendant?" She leans in to get a better look, making sure to give the guy a better look at her Baby as she does. "Huh. Pretty." She leans back again, getting out of the shadows' splash zone just in case Jackie loses it completely, and she stands guard by the door.

Darkness has posed:
"I don't know nuttin'" the Fat Man says, which is the wrong thing to say to Jackie right now. "You know who the Franchetti's are, because you know me. So you /have/ to know what I'll do to you if you don't start talking, NOW!" and there's the sound of a muffled gunshot, and a slow spread of blood over the Fat Man's stomach.

"Oh god.. please.. no... no don't kill me..." whines the Fat Man as his hands go to his stomach, "Are we going to have a conversation now?"

"Yes... GOD YES..." screams Fat Man, "Look, I dunno what it's all about. I just setup the hit." his eyes going wide, and his words come out in a frantic rush. Jackie steps closer, that coldness coming to his voice, ~The next time your mouth opens. I want a Name and a Place~

"FREAKY CHICK!!" The Fat Man hits an octave someone his size never should be able to, his pupils almost disappearing in fright, "MANX!! She.. she never told me her boss's name.." His breathing coming in heavy gasps, "Plaza Hotel... Penthouse Suit..."

Jackie snorts once, snatches the baseball bat pendant, and turns towards Harley as he starts to leave.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley narrows her eyes at the whimpering, bleeding mess of a man, then back to Jackie. "C'monnnn lemme do 'im. I mean...just look at 'im, he's beggin' for it." Harley whines as she trots after Jackie into the doorway.

Darkness has posed:
Jackie moves up to Harley, handing her the pendant, "All yours, Beautiful." and then looks back to the blubbery mass that is slowly, likely to bleed out, dying sack of shit. He nods once, "Sounds good. All yours..." He looks back out the door, towards the dangers, "He probably deserves worse based on what he made these girls do."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley takes the necklace and grins at Jackie. "Oooh thanks!" Then, narrowing her eyes again, her imagination running wild as she glares at the man now pleading for his life, she shakes her head in disgust.

"Bam!" Harley giggles gleefully as he jolts and flinches. Then she fires two shots. One to shatter his left femur, then one...a little higher. "Didn't anyone ever teach ya how to treat a lady?" With one last shot, she pierces his chest, and the blubbering stops, for good.

Darkness has posed:
Jackie gives Harley a nod, "I like it... I knew there was a reason you know how to push my buttons." and then waves her towards the door, "Ladies First." and waits for her to walk through. They head down the stairs, the strippers either running away, cowering under the tables, or watching Harley with awe on their features.

One in particular comes up to her, admiration in her eyes, "Harley... I mean.. Ms. Quinn... can I, can I go with you? I want to be like you, please?" Jackie smiles, giving Harley a wink, "I'll wait outside to make sure no cops are coming. Up to you, she might want a mentor." His hand gently brushing against Harley's arm, and then he makes his way outside to leave the ladies to discuss 'What's Next'.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley flashes a smile at Jackie as he steps outside, and turns to the stripper. "Listen here, I don't need any distractions right now. We're liablst to be dodgin' cops and shootin' our way home. You'd just get in the way. Get yerself killed, or worse, get US killed. I don't need that kinda liability from some kinda hot-headed, skanky-ass stripper," Harley pauses to glance at the nametag on the girl's thong, "Xoriah. So just get yer useless self back to work. And here's for yer touble." She folds a slip of white paper with a phone number on it into a hundred dollar bill, and tucks it into the girl's g-string, then joins Jackie outside. "Pfft. Can you believe that chick?"

Darkness has posed:
"I certainly can..." Jackie tells her, and whether that is in truth or sarcasm it is hard to tell... even for Harley. Nothing major going on outside, but given this part of New York it's no surprise. "Ok, we have a place. Guess we go, get ready for a fight, and head over there after Dark."

His eyes move from the setting Sun to Harley, "Let's see waht this Manx has to say for herself."