329/Click, Click, BOOM

Click, Click, BOOM
Date of Scene:	07 May 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadwatch, Harley Quinn

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Deadwatch has posed:
No, it's not a dark and stormy night in Gotham. That would be too cliche. Of those three, only one is actually true. It's not raining, nor is it truly dark since there is the tacky flickering of old neon illuminating the street. Thus it can be assumed that it is only night that is true. Hooray for deduction.

Though, it could be said, that the alleyway is a BIT darker.. and is more damp than not, though definately not stormy. Nolan can defiantely attest to the dampness, as his already worn and rumpled suit jacket is spotting patches of wetness from the ground, of which he just pushed himself up from and is now leaning back aainst the wall. His cane-like-crutch is clenched tightly in one half-gloved hand. His other hand, also half gloved but damaged and scarred, wipes blood from his lips as he stares down a trio of street thugs looming over him.. He wobbles a bit, the leg that is ensconsed in a metal brace clicking slightly.

Thug A grins at Nolan, shaking his head. "Ya really don't know when ta stay down, dontchya?" he asks, grinning a grin of teeth studded with fake diamonds. He examines his own knuckles, bloodied by Nolan's face.

Nolan looks at the blood on his scarred and almost twisted fingers, then shakes his head. "Well I've been told once or twice I had a bit of brain damage." he admits to the guy, which elicits a laugh from all of them. Then Nolan raises a brow and looks to the empty spot between them. "What?" he asks, which gives the thugs pause.

"What, what?" Asks Thug B, the smalled of the three.

Nolan holds up his bloodied hand, cutting B off. "SHHHH!" he says, then focuses on that empty air. "What do you mean it's been /more/ than once or twice?" eh asks.. pauses as if listening. "I can distinctly remember it being, like, twice at most?" another pause "I dare you... I /dare/ you to tell me exactly when else someone said that!" he exclaims.

Thug C frowns now, and looks at his friends. "I think he's tweakin, man."

Harley Quinn has posed:
What a lovely night! Well, in all honesty, any night not spent cooped up in Belle Reve is a lovely night. Her Puddin' is planning on how to kill the big bad Bat and not inspired to rev his Harley, but unlike before, where she would mope and try to win his attention away from his planning, Harley has now learned that this is the best time to go out and cause her own sorta trouble.

It would be more fun with the girls, truly. Kitty and Red. Harley hasn't seen nor heard hide nor hair... or leaf nor stalk in Ivy's case, of her two best friends.

Walking along the street, looking... well, for Harley, she is looking pretty much harmless. Red overalls, Converse sneakers in black and red checks and a t-shirt with a great big grin on it are her outfit for the day. It seems the Clown Princess is taking a night off.

Until she spots the curfuffle in the alley. She was just going to walk passed, like any other citizen of Gotham would until she notices the victim has a cane. The thugs are muscling up a cripple. She stands there, staring, one eye and the corner of her mouth twitching.

Deadwatch has posed:
Yeah. Nolan hasn't noticed the pale chick at the mouth of the alleyway yet. The Thug bros are in his way.. and he's a bit busy arguing with thin air to notice her... or to notice that the trio of guys are closing in on him.

"Are so!" he says.. "Are So!" pause. "ARE SO! OH My GOD! Will you just SHUT UP!"

Thug B steps between Nolan and, well, nothing and snaps his figers a few times in front of the cripples eyes. "Yo, tweaker. I don't care if yer playin crazy or not but you need ta SHUT up now and give us yer **OOOOOOOF**"

And there he goes, thig B falling to his knees and cluthing his family Jewels while Nolan sets down the tip of his cane on the cement. "Fuck off. I'm in the middle of a fucking ARGUMENT you primatibe screwhead." he growls then looks back to the empty air. "Sorry about that, some people can't *WHHOOOOFF*"

Now it's nolan's turn as Thug A just sucker punched him in the gut, making Nolan fall to his own knees, clutching his stomach.

"No one tells us to Fuck off, you crippled runt!" Thug A growls, pulling a cheap but large 'bowie' knife from his coat and placing it's tip against the underside of Nolan's chin. "I'm gonna cut yer balls off fer what ya did ta Mikey.."

Nolan slowly raises his head, coughing once but then fixing his mismatched eyes on Thug A, the boss of the group.

"Why, don't ya have yer own?" he asks, coughig again then grinning at that ddamned empty patch. "Yeah I know, right? Pretty bad ass of me. *pause* Aw, don't be a stick in the mud."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Crippled and crazy? Harley runs a hand over the back of her neck, breathing quickly. A flood of memories of abuse swarms her mind. Her Puddin, her father, her brother, the guards and Belle Reve. Her hand curls into a fist, the other cupping over it to crack her knuckles. She's about to show these thugs that there are some people you just don't victimize. Not in HER town.

But then.... Oh! A crack to the jujubes! Crazy 1! Thugs 0! Go Team Crazy!! Harley smiles, sighing happily, maybe she won't have to come to this guy's rescue after all. Oh wait. No. Thug A just pulled a knife.

Placing her fingers to her lips, Harley splits the air with a shrill, sharp whistle. "Now now, boys. Three against one? That ain't really fair. Waddya gonna do next? Hit a girl?"

Deadwatch has posed:
Okay, THAT gets their attention.. Well, for A and C. B is still on his knees holding his gnads and groaning like an ardvark on downers. The two standing thugs slowly turn and stare at the pale skinned girl. C raises a brow, A still holding the knife to Nolan's chin. Nolan is licking his bloody lips once and also staring at her.

"Oh, I'd sure as hell like ta hit you, babe.." A says, leering. C, on teh other hand seems supcious. "I dunno, Johnny.. She seems familiar.. maybe we shouldn't fuck with her..." A, aka Johnny, rolls his eyes. "You pussy, Drake. Look at her.. She's thinner than yer crack-whore momma.." This makes C growl..

Nolan, however, chuckles. "Crack my ass.. His momma was mainlining heroin.. Theres a big fucking difference. I wouldn't blame /her/ though... She spent most her life rying to make sure DOnald here.. sorry... DRAKE.. WOuld have a better life.. Turned to tricks. Damned pimp got her hooked.."

C, aka Drake, blinks. "Wait.. What?"

NOlan starts laughing now and leans a WEE bit around teh kiune, it's teep bloddying his chin. "Hi! I'm Nolan. Sure you wanna stick around? I think Drake here is a bit mad at me for brining up a sore point, though he doesn't realize it's Johny's dad that got his mom hooked...." he then pauses.. "Oops, did I say that out loud?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Tilting her head to one side, Harley pops her gum and twirls a finger in one of her pigtails. She loves it when guys talk about how she looks so helpless. Seriously, in a world with women like her Kitty and Red, are there really people still stupid enough to believe that a skinny waif like her isn't able to kick ass?

She beams a smile over to Drake. "Awww! Ya recognize me outta my work clothes? Ain't ya just a doll?!"

Her attention then turns to the crippled bum. She waggles her fingers at him, smacking her gum as she chews it. "Hiya Nolan. And don't ya worry none about me. I can hold my own. Wanna see them flinch?" She looks to Drake and Johnny then. "So, since Mistah J ain't in tha mood, you wanna rev the Harley?" Somehow, it's fairly certain that she's not offering the same deal that she offers her Puddin.

Deadwatch has posed:
Johnny A Looks confused because, as mean as he is, doesn't look to bright. Drake C Looks confused because he IS fairly smart and he is being besieged by Nolan's mouth, The possibility that Johnny's dad is resposible for the death of his mom (how would NOlan know that) and the fact that the JOKER'S Girlfriend is standing there taunting them.

Drake fumbles his hand in his coat and pulls out a pistol. "Fuck this, we're getting out of here.. Then we're gonn atalk to yer dad because if he's telling tha truth I'm gonna"

Drake doesn't seem to wanna listen. "You don;t tell me to do NUTHIN. Go? What the fuck, man? She's not Joker's pussy. Harley's dead or in prison. Thats just some cunt doin cosplay. We're gona stay. We're gonna beat this punk down, steal his cash, then we're gonna hit dat chick. I get firsties."

Nolan coughs once. "Okay so.. Firsties? Really? Are you guys 12 years old? Two.. Yah, Nice ta meet ya, honey. If you wanna stay, thats upta you. And Three? Punk died in the 1990's." he cants his head to the empty spot on the OTHER side of him. "Just ask Chuck here. Say hi, Chuck!"

Both the thugs blink and quickly turn their heads AWAY from Harley to look at the empty space.. which isn;t si empty anymore. Standing there is the, dare we call it, Ghostly Appirition of a 1990's punk rocker.. Leatehrs and mohawk and a smoke bertween his lips. They point their gun and knife, repectively, at the.. ghost? And do not notice Nolan ROLL his mismatched eyes as if they were idiots as they DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO THE PSYCHO BITCH!

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley's jaw tightens. Joker's pussy? First beating on a cripple and then making her little more then some man's, albeit a dreamy one, plaything. She gets a gleam in her eyes and a feral grin starts to form. She's about to say something but then... A ghost. A punk rocker ghost. Okay, true, she's not been on her prescribed medication since leaving Belle Reve, but she doesn't think that it's a hallucination.

But the temptation of the offer to Johnny's turned head proves too much to try and figure out his ghost thing now. She starts to approach, grabbing the broken handle of a dumpster as she walks past and reaming it the rest of the way off. "Smile at the birdie!!" she tells him before hitting him across the skull as if going for a home run. "KLOOOOON!"

Deadwatch has posed:
So lets recap here. Nolan was on a 'case'. He asked some bad questions, got beat up and was about to get offed or at least mangled by a tri of thugs who didn't take kindly to the questions he was asking.

Then /she/ arrived.

He may have spent over thirteen of the last fourteen years in prison but.. come on.. EVERYONE knows Harley Quinn. And The Joker. Even if Nolan never crossed paths with them (and he did his best not to get sent to Arkham, playing JUST crazy enough but not TOO crazy) you would have to be an idiot NOT to know who they are.

Johnny was an idiot, and Harley takes him down with a single freakin hit. Damn, that was Savage. But Nolan didn't even FLINCH. he almost looked.. appraisngly.. at her.. and her technique. She's a trained psychologist right? So she would be able to tell that Nolan is a) no stranger to violence, and b) Probably has engaged in said violence of this savagery at some time. Maybe he grew up on teh streets.. Maybe even GOTHAM'S Streets. That he was a prisoner at sometime is easy to tell since he has, on the knuckles of both hands, prison tats.

So anyways.. Johnny goea down like a fucking tree.. a fucking dumb and bleeding tree. Drake is still frozen, staring at The apperition, who is staring back and grinning.. waving.. And starts to slowly walk towards Drake.. His black & white face peeling back to reveal a punkish skull.. Drake gasps and fires his pistol into the image but it only makes parts of it blow off like smoke.. So Drake turns to run and stops, staring down at Nolan who has crawled in front of him, and shived the end of his cane-crutch against Drakes abdomen.

"Like the song said, fucker. Click.. Click.."

BOOM!

It's more of a FOOM, actually. There is no flash of gunfire, but there is a distortion that flows down the cane and into Drake's stomach that literally PICKS him up off is feet and blows him back THROUGH Charlie the Punkish Ghost, dispersing him into mist and then nothing.. as Drake hits the far alley wall, a dozen feet away and slumps to the ground.

Nolan ahems... "Sorry, Charlie! My bad!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
There is nothing that a little bit of the ol' ultraviolence won't fix. As angry as she was when she attacked Johnny, once his head makes that well-loved and familiar crunch? Well, the look on her face looks downright lewd! She smiles brightly, blood splattered on her face. She licks the droplets off of her lower lip.

The tats, the 100 yard stare? Yeah, this Nolan guy is definitely one of the good guys. Well, her sort of good guy. Not an actual good guy cause... ewww?!

Now that she is closer to the ghost that this Nolan person refers to as Charlie, she ignores Drake to get a better look at the hallucination that isn't. As Drake shoots into the ghost and causes some of it to disapate, Harley looks to Drake, offended. "That was a little rude! He was just saying hi!" And then he turns to run. Or would if he hadn't just gotten shot and flown through the friendly, if skinless, ghost.

She lets out a contented sigh until she realizes that Thug B is still rolling on the ground in pain from the earlier nut shot. "Excuse me, just a moment, would ya?" she says to Nolan before striding over to the nutted thug and starts pummelling him repeatedly in the skull for shits and giggles.

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight probably really should stop the Psycho Crowbar barbie. He really .is/ a good guy.. well.. given certain definitions of Good Guy. Or at least he likes to believe he is. Like, he wouldn;t go around whacking innocents. he HATES it when innocents are harmed or abused.

But These guys were NOT innocent. Not in the slightest. He knows what they had done. Hell, he knows what SHE has done. What he /is/ cannot NOT see it, the shadows in The Dark that cling to them. But She is nuts. They.. Well they weren't. It's no excuse, really, being nuts but part of him thinks it is.

With a grunt of pain, Nolan pushes himself to his feet, a bit unsteadily, leaning on his cane which seems to be.. frosted over. His leg brace clicks as he locks the knee and then slowly walks over to Harley as she is turning the dudes skull to hashbrowns. He stands there, just waiting, beside her as he wet *SWACK* *SWACK* *SWACK* echoes in the alleyway. Oh, Guy B? Teh guy he hit in teh nuts, is laying on his side and staring at them. Nolan looks over his shoulder at the guy... then shakes his head.

"I think yer done with Johnny boy there, Sugar. But there is still one more witness. He killed a prostitute last night, by the way, just in case you were feeling all merciful, like. I'd do somethin but.. You seem to be having so much fun."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley stands up when she is talked to, looking breathless and happy as a person might who just had a vigorous workout. Wait... other guy? She looks over to the one that Nolan indicates as having killed a prosititute. Wait... wasn't that the guy she was planning on turning into street art? So who is... The insane woman looks down. And winces. "Oh! Johnny! What happened to yer head! It's like all fucked up!"

Pivotting on the heels of her Converse sneakers she bats her eyes to the guy who she had thought she had been killing all this time. "You know, that is the worst part of being as mad as the proverbial hatter. Sometimes I just totally lose my focus. It's sad really. And honey, the only people that get my mercy are kids and animals. Anyone else? Well. It depends on my mood."

She heads over to the man still clutching his sac and trying to crawl out of the alley, putting a sneakered foot on his back and pressing him down to the wet alley floor. He starts to sob and a stench of fresh urine fills the air. She holds down the rod that had been a dumpster handle down in front of his face. "Give Lucille a kiss, and I'll forgive ya and let ya live." Sobbing, he does so, only for her to laugh like it was the funniest thing she's ever seen. "Oh man! You believed me? Oh, sugar! You too stupid to be in Gotham and think that you were actually getting outta this!" And then the pummelling begins anew.

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight huhs and shrugs, almost smiling as Harley acts all flighty and moes from one victim to another. Who is he to comment on her particular train of thought. which has apparently derailed and taken out a small midwestern town and about a third.. no.. HALF of it's population, including farm animals. HE looks down at the ruin of Johnny's head, then at the shadow of Johny (which only HE can see) staring in horror at his own dead body.

"YEah, sucks doesn't it. Getting beaten to a pulp by a girl.." he tells the ghost, not powerful enough or enspelled enough to be scene by the living. It gapes at Nolan, silently. "Bet yer wondering what comes next. Well, thats not upto me. Thats up to /them/." he says and points with a bloody chin to the end of the alley, where C lies broken and dead as well. And next to HIS ghost, shadows start to foem on the bricks.. and pool into shapes. Amorphous shadows of Ectoplasm that again only he can see in The Dark. That shadowy ghost world overlayed on our own. Whatever the ghosts are seeing scares them, because what are shadows to NOlan are something more specifc to them and they scream silently as teh sghadows drag them on. "Oh, don;t worry.. Your other friend will be joining you shortly, after Those-Who-Judge are through with you."

And with that he limps painfully yet casually over to Harley and spends a moment.. admiring her. Oh, she's a fruitloop but.. he's human and male and hasn't spent much time with a woman in. over a decade. And it's rather intimate when you are sharing Justice and vengence.. or crazy. So yeah.

"Look, I know you're having a blast and everything but.." he calls out and leans down to rifle Johnies pockets.. oooh. Money.. and a pills? He caaaascually pockets those seperately an d paindully pushes himself up. "But.. I'm real hungry. I feel like ice cream and a bottle of bourbon. Howsabout you?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Well, now that's better. Dropping the bar to the ground, it clatters for a moment before the alley is once again silent. Harley takes this moment to stretch as one would upon just waking up from a very pleasant dream. "Ah, I feel so much better, don't you? There's only one thing better in this world then killin' someone that deserves it."

She never got to see the Ones That Judge, or the ghosts of those that just died. Harley is totally oblivious. Well, about the ghosts anyway. Once she has finished stretching, she approaches Nolan and drapes an arm over his shoulder. "I like you, Nolan. Yer crazy. I like crazy. So, I say we go to this nice little dinner not two blocks from here for some ice cream and pie. Not so sure about the bourbon in a diner, but we can ask nicely." She walks out of the alley, arm wrapped around Nolan like they were best chums. "Now, I gots ta tell ya, no killin' the people in this diner. They make tha best grasshopper pie you ever had and if ya kill 'em, then I gotta find a new place ta buy my freakin' pie!!"

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight stretches as well, though he was no where as physical as she was. He was more on the receieving end that on the giving.. except of course when he blasted that one guy. "Well, I don't feel QUITE as relaxed as you do. I mean, It's nice ta get those kinks out but I'm not as.. excercised.. as you are.." Heh.. Excercised. "Good swing, though. Nice folow through. And trust me.. I know follow through." he motions to his cructh and then slowly turns on the sturrup of his legbrace to face the exit of the alley and.. and while he slips out of her embrace, careful to not touch skin, he tucks a hand in his pocket and offers teh loope of his arm arm.

"And thanks, I guess? For the compliment. Though I don;t look at myself as crazy. It's everyone else who is fucking nuts." he says with a tired by amused chuckle. "And don;t worry bout the bourbon. I got a nice flask of aged stuff. And I promise not to kill anyone." he then frowns and looks JUST past her at the OTEHR side of her body where no one is. "Dude, stop staring at her. It's creepy."