4928/Murder Circles - Making the Rounds

Murder Circles - Making the Rounds
Date of Scene:	15 July 2018
Location:	Gotahm City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Batman, Harley Quinn

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Batman has posed:
Batman is making the round on the usual suspects. He does not believe any of them has anything to do with the bus driver, but he cannot count it out. Such team ups have happened before in Gotham, and he dots every I and crosses every T. Worse, this is something that goes to the foundation of Gotham, in HIS city, something he did not know. It's just as bad as that court of owls nonsense. He has a short list of primary actors he wants to track, and Harley is high on that list. He has found her most recent location via an informant and is looking through binocs.

Harley Quinn has posed:
If Batman is hoping to find excitement and adventure in Harley's present dealings, he's likely very disappointed. She's sitting on a wooden crate outside an empty warehouse, in a dark alley, drinking a blue icee. Common sense might tell any other girl to avoid that alley like the plague. It's places like this where things go bump in the night.

/Bump Bump/ "Never gonna give you up!" /Bump Bump/ "Never gonna let you dooown." Harley's singing along with a video on her phone, swinging her feet. Her boots are bumping the box with every swing. "God this song must be SOOO popular right now, EVERYBODY keeps sending me a link to it."

In the darkest shadows behind the box are rummaging sounds. At her words, green eyes flare up, glowing in the darkness as they look dolefully at her, and there's a gravelly groan. "Mistress...PLEASE stop opening those links," comes the grumbling complaint from the darkness.

Batman has posed:
Batman looks incredulous. He does not pull a full on Wade Wilson breaking the fourth wall but briefly looks around for a camera to see if this is one of the Joker's rather insane television productions. Finally, he hears those words and is intruiged. Is the thing working to destabilize Gotham by controlling its....no. That wasn't her. What was it? One of her hyenas can talk now?" He considers just...leaving. There is nothing to see here, but Harley is also chaos, and sees things that others do not. Finally, he appears, making a looming shadow on the skylight. His voice sounding deep and an echo appearing from nowhere. "Hello Harley."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Harley startles and freezes. Her phone drops from her hands to clatter on the asphalt, and she slowly lifts her eyes up to see a dark figure looming above her.

Beneath her, the Darkling skitters from the deeper shadows into the pale light of the alleyway, snagging her phone and hopping up on the crate behind her. A bony, gremlin-like hand reaches over her shoulder and drops the phone into her lap, now silenced from its Rick-Rolled clamor. The figure disappears again into the shadows behind the crates.

Batman has posed:
Batman lowers down through a reverse use of the Grapnel, eyes lit by the ambient light outside, the moon hanging high over head. He looks more like a liquid shadow as he lands and literally glides, inhumanly across the floor as the shadows merge with him and he whispers, "What do you know about the occult murders Harley?" Does she know anything? Probably not. But if she does, she is going to tell him.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh were those your cult?" Harley asks cheerfully as she sliiides down off the box and lands with a thump on the ground. "That was like a year ago, are you still on abou it? Huh." She grabs her icee and sticks the red straw between her black painted lips, sucking her cheeks in as she draws the frozen elixir through the straw, then swallows. "Well all's I remember was there were these three chicks. They tried to kill us! Well, Jackie more than me. Pff...wish they'da succeeded, now. But one was blonde, one was a redhead, and one was a brunette. I remember cause Humperdink here called dibs on Red. But once we made 'er stop movin', well she just laid there, and Humperdink tried t' --Or were you talkin about a different occult thingy? I don't know what you're talkin' about. I didn't see any murders."

Batman has posed:
Batman grunts. "That wasn't the cult I meant." He seems exasperated. "Humperdink? Like...from the princess bride?" He is incredulous now, remembering his research about the obscure villain entering stories and now wonders if it wasn't nonsense after all. He shows up an image of the Yellow Sign found in the chapel on Friday earlier that weekend. "This. Have you seen this anywhere?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley nods. "Humperdink. Well no he's not THAT Humperdink. He got his name from that whole thing with Red..." She walks a little closer, completely oblivious now to the possibility that Bats might be setting a trap that she's walking right into. Her blue eyes go wide and she points at the yellow sign excitedly. "I have NOW!"

Batman has posed:
Batman sighs. Well that was pointless. He takes his hook and points up, about to exit stage up when he remembers...well. Harley has been a busy girl lately. Too busy. "Harley. Its time to go back to Arkham." He knows she is going to fight. He is expecting it. But he will give her one chance to come peacefully.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley instantly tilts her head. Her eyes glower behind the black domino mask, and her black painted pout stands out from her white-tinged skin. "Why? I'll just get right OUT again. I have a better idea..." She doesn't run. Instead, she pulls up her red and black striped thigh stockings and walks toward him, a smile playing gently across her lips as her hips sashay, swinging the little red and black tulle skirt that only barely covers her tiny leather shorts. "We could have some laughs, y'know? I'm lonely. Play with me, Batsy..."

Batman has posed:
Batman has a batarang in hand instantly, knowing how much of a threat she can be. He tosses one around her and then another, and then another, moving them in a cloud taking advantage of their actual boomerang effect, adding a fourth and a fifth. "Harley, it wasn't a request." He looks down at the curves and is entirely aware of how deadly they are.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley whips a canister off her belt and sprays - nay /fogs/ - the Batman with its contents. At the same time, she keeps her arms out, legs a shoulder's width apart so that the lines around her can fall off, if Bats is affected by the same stuff that caused so much trouble at the hospital not so long ago. The Scarecrow's own brand of fear gas. And so she backs away, keeping everything outstretched enough that maybe...maybe she can slip from the restraints if Bats is taken down.

Batman has posed:
Batman has an exceptional willpower and actually had taken a small temporary antidote to smilex before coming here, but fear gas was NOT something he expected at all and while is literally stops breathing when she sprays it, his pores dont care. The gas begins to work almost immediately and he spots thousands of well known criminals pouring up through the shadows, using his minds own incalcuable skill at intimidation and fear is being used against him, hammering him. Rationally, he knows that what he sees is an illusion but that isn't helping much at the moment. "HARLEY!" His anger is palpable but he cannot see through the illusions and gets physically knocked back as the tactile element of the gas kicks in. His heart rate increases and his pupils dialate.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Osht." Harley reels backwards, unraveling from the cords and stumbling down the alleyway, to let the gas dissipate. Her eyes are wide, and her heart racing. She didn't exactly expect that to work. Closing the canister and securing it back on her belt, she begins to pace. The glowing green eyes pace two steps behind her. "What do I do with a Batman? Can I hide him somewhere?"

"You better. Mistress," comes the gravelly reply. "He's gonna be PISSED."