4570/What Goes Around Comes Around

What Goes Around Comes Around
Date of Scene:	03 June 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Moon Knight, Green Lantern (Cruz), Harley Quinn

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Moon Knight has posed:
It was dark here, and quiet. Shadows drew across the streets, the street lamps almost perpetually broken save for the flickering few. It was under one of these struggling dying lights that a window to a long abandoned storefront was illuminated, boarded up and covered in dust.

Not for long, because moments later a big fat body went smashing through glass and wood, the bald goateed' man now with blood dripping down his face to ruin the cheap white 'clown paint' even as he tried crawling away, looking behind him with eyes wide and full of terror.

Stepping through that window was the reason: The Fist of Khonshu, the Moon's Knight. He walked out slowly, cape pulled back so that he could more easily grab another scrawnier goon in a dangerous, painful looking wrist hold. The man's arm looked like if it received just a little too much pressure, bad things could happen to it. It was for this reason that the goon was obediantly walking with the hooded figure even as he walked out into the world.

"All I want is information, boys, I get info, the pain stops. Good deal, right?"

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz was driving an old beat-up Ford truck in Gotham. She looks very ordinary as she hears a commition. She was just... exploring the turf of other Justice League members - to get a feel for the various areas, and some ideas for her latest book - and hears the commotion. So she pulls up and stops, just waiting in the truck, watching curiously. Not taking any action yet.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Sitting on a wooden crate only a few blocks away, swinging her feet and digging in a styrofoam cup full of bright blue icee with a red spoon straw, is one Harley Quinn. From the shadows cast by the crate comes an urgent gravelly voice. "Mistress, somethin bad's goin on."

Not now, Humperdink, I'm tryin to find the gumball in the bottom." Harley continues digging with renewed vigor.

"But they bloodied up Jabbers..." whines the gravelly voice. "They're lookin' for somethin'."

Harley, currently dressed in a short red and black jumpsuit with a white ruffled collar, black combat boots, and a black domino mask, jumps down from the crate with a thump. Her painted skin pale in the light of the scant light on the streets, she spins in a circle and picks up her giant wooden mallet, shouldering it like a bat. "Who? Where?"

"This way," answers the gravelly voice, as glowing green eyes slip through the shadows in the direction of the commotion. Harley, still sipping her icee, follows behind, occasionally whistling a merry tune.

Moon Knight has posed:
It seemed loyalty was one thing the trash in Gotham had going for it, though soon enough the silver lenses of that mask would notice the clown girl walking in the darkness. Standing over the thoroughly beaten fatter goon, the hooded figure idly twisted his hand to let a sickening 'pop' occur, and the skinny goon was down in a heap holding his shoulder and crying.

Moon Knight was walking slow toward the Clown Queen Of 'Crime', cutting across the street and even hopping across the hood of an old beat-up pick-up, his head turning briefly to regard the driver. This close Jessica would no doubt be able to see that white facemask devoid of all identifiable personality, but the way that silver hood framed it gave it a certain kind of...aggression. Especially with the way those silver eyes almost glowed in the darkness. Strangely enough he pointed at her for the briefest of seconds before his attention went right back to Harley. And instantly his fists were clenching and unclenching.

"I want my goddamn boomerang back. It's mine it's not yours it's mine. It's mine, it's mine. It's mine."

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz just watches the two, as she gets out of the car. She frowns. Harley Quinn herself - she was on the news recently fighting hte Avengeers. She then watches the two as she starst to idly walk by. "Reminds me of someone I met once - someone very greedy. And I thought _she_ was the criminal," she notes, gesturing to the clown.

Harley Quinn has posed:
As Harley saunter along behind the pair of glowing green eyes that lead the way, she nearly runs right into a portly, painted henchman, bloodied and rattled. She would have seen him, but the quest for the gumball persists.

"He...he..." the clown stammers, gesturing back the direction he came.

"Jabbers! This ain't no laughin' matter. Stop yer gigglin' and tell me what happened," Harley demands.

"He...he's lookin' for ya, Harls. He's bad news," Jabbers stammers, swallowing blood and trying to catch his breath. "He said he wanted to know where ya were and he's gonna bloody up every one of us till somebody spills. This ain't no place for ya, you gotta GET OUTTA HERE before he finds you! Bad news, I tell ya, he busted two of my teeth and he's got Stick already. I wouldn't be surprised if he--"

Harley holds a finger up to her painted black lips. "Shh. Now THERE'S the Jabbers I know and love. WHO has Stick? Where?"

The loquacious clown gestures silently back toward where the commotion began. Harley nods, throwing down her icee in disgust. "Damn thing didn't have a gumball in it anyway. They swindled me." She continues to march forward toward Moon Knight's position, as the green eyes in the shadows style behind. The Darkling is pilfering in the spilled blue slush for the gumball.

Moon Knight has posed:
Moon Knight was still there, illuminated under the street lamp. The next moment he was dashing after her, running towards her in a blur of silver and white movement, the sight of a tall, heavy muscular man dashing toward you as fast as he can no doubt a jarring sight for near anyone if they weren't expecting it.

"You heard me, don't pretend you didn't! I want. My goddamn. Boomerang!"

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz just looks between the two. "So - are you two going to pick a big fight in the middle of the street here? There could be traffic." Jessica doesn't look like anyting special. Just some Latina woman who is in the wrong place at the wrong time. "And who uses a boomerang in this day and age?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"He started it!" Harley responds offhandedly to Jessica, just glad she isnt jumping into the fray. "PLAY BALL!" Harley yells as she takes a batter's stance, readying for the silver and white target streaking toward her.

The gravelly voice pipes up from somewhere behind her, but is quickly silenced. "Mistress, I--"

"Not the time, Humperdink! Mama's playin' ball!" When Moon Knight gets within swinging distance, she swings for the fences with her mallet, trying to aim for the head. But who knows...she wasn't exactly covert about her first move.

Moon Knight has posed:
The silver streak of movement skidded to a sudden halt before impact, when Jessica spoke. The hooded figure turned his head, the glowing eyelets of that mask somehow -narrowing- even as he leaned close enough to have a look. He'd get as close as he could by leaning over, moving back and forth and seeming to study her like a detective studied a murder case. Finally he seemed satisfied, pulling back and speaking.

"Oh. You're real. Lady, you probably wanna get the fuc-"

He was interrupted from giving his helpful advice by that mallet swinging down hard, and only his amazing reflexes saved him from becoming moon paste in the middle of the street. He side-stepped the downward swing, only to leap back to where he was...on top of the back of that large, oversized weapon. Moments later he'd leap up, pivoting into the air to throw out a hard, hard spinning roundhouse kick aimed for the side of the clown girl's head. With those hard metal kickpads, if he made impact with this it was going to be ugly.

"Just give it back to me. It's all I want and I'll leave."

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz yelps as she jumps out of the way. She isn't sure if she should intervene. She retreats by her truck. She'll act if they look like they're going to hurt someone innocent or someone else's building...

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Hey, calm down, Looney Tunes. Yer gonna get this lady hurt. The hell is it ya want, anyway?" Harley asks, calling the kettle black and dodging the kick by dropping and rolling to the left. "Haven't you ever heard ya catch more bees with honey...?

Moon Knight has posed:
The kick whiffs, but when Moon Knight lands it was as if he was never in a fight. He lands in a pacing stalk as he walked around her, swinging this way and that as if he were a caged lion at the zoo looking for a way out. As if he were trapped without understanding.

"I want a lot of things that I never got, me and a billion other people on the planet right? I want to know what I've never known, I want the sun to stop burning me away. Sometimes I don't sleep but I always dream, it'll be the dream forever until I'm dead. Dreams are circular, that's how I know it's him."

As he walked he seemed to forget all about the two girls, hands coming up to the side of his masked head. Now instead of pacing around the clown he was pacing back and forth in place, making a figure eight in the ground just from his boot prints. This happened until something happened...until anything happened. When any outside stimuli was introduced to this routine, then and only then would the man in silver and white snap upright violently and suddenly, glaring right at Harley and yelling.

"I want what's mine, I want what you took! Give me the boomerang. Or they'll all look at you and they'll CRY because of what I've done, and I don't wanna do that. Don't do that to me and just give it back!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Dude...all this for that boomerang?" Harley asks incredulously. She nearly doubles over with laughter, hugging the handle of her mallet. "He...he got it stuck on my roof..."

Just then, out of nowhere, comes a small figure, dressed in what appears to be bubble wrap. His squat legs squish in the plastic when he runs...squish squish squish. "AaAaAAAAGH!" The Darkling runs past throwing a silver object which hurtles clumsily toward the head of Moon Knight. If it makes contact, it'd just make a 'thunk' sound and clatter to the ground at his feet.

Moon Knight has posed:
Moon Knight was a big man, and luckily for him, the creature of Darkness didn't know the proper way to throw that weapon that was custom made just for the servant of Khonshu. But even taking both of these things into account, the boomerang was weighted in such a way that even going through the air caused it to spin ass-over-teakettle and gain momentum...enough so that when it collided with the back of that hooded head, Marc dropped to one knee from the impact. But that seemed to be past him, because soon he grabbed the weighted crooked weapon, almost fixating on it as he stood up absent mindedly. He was nodding to himself, nodding almost rapidly, before looking up and speaking with a voice that was unlike what he was using before.

"Hey, thanks. Later."

With that he turned around, fastening the weapon in his belt, and was starting to walk away. It seemed that honestly was his only concern. At least tonight.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Hey didn't you TELL ME you had the boomerang?" Harley hisses at Humperdink as he stands scratching his head at Moon Knight's departure.

" Cause I came to kick ass and chew bubble gum,"he replies, blowing a big blue bubble.

"Hey, that was MY GUMBALL!" Harley laments. "Well whatever, this city's just fulla weirdos. C'mon, I want a corndog." With that, she shoulders her mallet and walks in the opposite direction, with her faithful servant squishily trotting behind.

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz shakes her head as she climbs back into the truck. Even as a civilian, her presence seemed to defuse the situatoin. Note to self - find out why Batman hasn't burnt this insane asylum of a city to the ground yet. She starts to drive off, realizing that Harley would make an excellent inspiration for a villain in her books."

Moon Knight has posed:
EPILOGUE:

Bruised and battered, Marc limped back into his New York home, the adventure in Gotham behind him. The suit had taken some wear and tear, but he'd worry about that tomorrow, or whenever he woke up. These days it could be 20 minutes or it could be 13 hours, and with the way his bandaged ribs were feeling, he was guessing it might be closer to the former.

In front of him was the shrine, as the silver god looked down upon him with the impassive eyes of a statue. He felt them like rays of light melting through his flesh and his bruised bones to examine his soul. In front of Khonshu he put the tools. The cloak, the various weapons. And yes, even the boomerang in its own slot.

"I was careless. I will never again let the tools you have lent me out of my possession. I will never again allow that disrespect to come to you."

He knelt there a while, reflecting on his failures. And vowing, to avenge them.