5823/Harley and Kat meet

Harley and Kat meet
Date of Scene:	21 November 2018
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ekaterina Vespucci, Harley Quinn

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Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
So it is late night in Gotham and this is not a place for the unwary. A maze of backstreets and alleys filled with the fetid aroma of trash and human waste fills the smoky air with a terrible pong the likes of which few country born people could stand.
5r Amongst the unwary walking the streets tonight is the Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci. Her bright cornflower blue eyes are fixed to her screen. She is apparently playing the latest edition of Pokemon Go which was still outselling the latest Fallout Multiplayer game. Her angelic litle face is transfixed to the screen - so that she doesn't notice the predators closing in. "Lets see where are you Psi-Duck," she says.

Two unkempt ruffians closde in behind and in front of the small ostensibly College freshman aged girl. They close in quickly. "Hey lady - got some change?" one of them asks coyly. This wakes Kat from her reverie. Apparently unaware of the dange she offers a sweet and very genuine smile to the man.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Despite the chill in the November night and the dangerous town, Harley Quinn has absolutely no ***** to give. She's walking down the sidewalk, with her heels tic-tacing on the concrete, as she idly struts her stuff down the sidewalk. She sees the gangers rousting the college girl on the other side of the street, and so, amused, she starts over that way. The Clown Princess of Crime has no worries about gangers...honestly, she has no worries about anyone. She's Gotham royalty. No one messes with her. At least, not anyone who still wants to be drawing breath tomorrow.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
The 'gangers' are too absorbed with their quarry to notice Harley - perhaps the tacking of her shoes is misidentified as jsut an ordinay female out for a walk. Plainly they don't care about witnesses.

"Sorry - I don't carry any money with me. Dangerous you know." Kat's sweet as sugar demeanor and lack of fear is unsettling to her two would be robbers.

"Well what do ya have? Hand it over..." demands the larger of the two.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Heya boys!" Harley sing-songs. "Keepin' busy tonight?" She gives a look over at Kat, considering her, and then looking back to the two thugs as she gets up within about ten feet of them. She gives Kat an exaggerated wink that no one here is going to miss.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
Kat's eyebrows rise up to the middle of her forehead as she sees Harley and her already large eyes grow to anime size comedically. But she does not speak.

Taking a jump back both men turn to regard Harley with more confusion trhan fear. They don't speak not knowing what to expect. And not knowing what to expect was Harley's MO apparently.

Harley Quinn has posed:
It works well for her. "What, cat gotcha tongue?" she asks, as she looks over at the two guys. "An' here I didn't think Miss Kitty was anywhere around. She considers the two guys. "Looks like you've been collectin' tonight. But if ya can't even talk...gee, you must be tired! I'll do ya a favor. You give me all your collections, and then you get ta go home and sleep." Her eyes are darkly amused.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
They break out of their stupor, "We jus got started - we don't got nothin yet..." One of the men explains. They look to Kat helplessly.

Kat says, "I already told you I don't carry any cash!" She puts her hands on her hips in exasperation. "Oooo," looking at her phone, "No Psi-Duck but I have a Meltor!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley looks annoyed. "Here ya got me wastin' my time an' ya ain't even got anythin' on ya?" She snaps her fingers impatiently. "Guns, knives, drop 'em." They may not even have drawn them, but Harley is just laying down the law.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"We don't have any weapons," says the other man looking at eachother again. The absurdity of the situation setting in. "We thought that it would be too much trouble with the police to have them," says the larger first man.

Kat shrugs, "I guess that's sensible," Kat adds. She's catching Meltor on her screen. "Darn it!" Or apparently failing to catch Meltor. She has her priorities right.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley just looks at them. Dumbfounded. She's literally lost for words. "Oh, for cryin' out..." She rummages in the half-shoulder-bag/half-purse she's wearing, comes up with a knife, then comes up with another. Both switchblades. The buttons get pressed, the blades popping out, and with a move that's way faster than someone might expect, she darts forward, the knives darting out. She's aiming for the big meaty parts of their biceps. Painful, but not in any way crippling. "You boys get outta here. But you can keep those. Next time, make sure ya actually got a weapon!"

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
The men cry out and run away arms lodged with the blades crying out into the indifferent night.

Kat looks up from her phone, "Were they trying to rob me?" she asks puzzled. It's hard to fathom how the situation might have gone had harley not been there. Maybe good maybe bad. The robbers and victim apparently were equally inept at playing their respective roles. "You're Harley Quinn right?" Kat says smiling sweetly at the Clown Princess.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Yeah, they were. Technically. They're just really bad at it." When she's recognized, Harley perks up. "Ya recognized me! An' in my civvies an' everything." Well, as close as Harley gets to civvies. But she puts on a bright, beamish smile.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Oh you're quite distinct. The combination of comedic fearlessness and being a looker. Had to be you." Kat offers a small soft hand to shake, "Sono la Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci - but everybody even my little private army calls me Kat." There was a crimelord called 'The Contessa' or 'Lady Artifice' but that was a New York city thing and Harley might not know about it.

Harley Quinn has posed:
If she does, she doesn't give any recognition. She just nods. "That other is a mouthful. Heya, Kat!" She looks to her. "Really, ya shouldn't be runnin' around the streets this hour by yaself. Trouble an' all."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Yeah titles can be an anachronism. That one hasn't carried any weight for oh about six hundred years," She puts away her phone. "Yeah my chief of security wants me to waltz around with a security detail - but I think it is so cumbersome and attracts too much attention. Besides if there's more where those guys came from it should be an amusing distraction."

"So what does a girl do for fun in Gotham?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley grins a little. "Yeah, big group down here would getcha just as much attention. An' it depends what yer into. Other than bad phone games." She gives a nod to the cell phone.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Oh that's more than a game. You haven't tried Pokemon Go? Everyone's into it. My friend Darcy Lewis. This wierd ass schizophrenic mercenary called Wade Wilson. Hmm and a few others." Obviously she can't think of anyone else.

"What about the Iceberg Lounge? You ever hang out there?" Penguin immediately crawling indirectly into the conversation.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I tried it. But I ain't got the kinda patience for stuff like that." Harley waves a hand dismissively. "Besides, ya don't need augmented reality when ya already see stuff." She winks. "Penguin's place? It ain't bad. Little bit'a fake high class, if ya ask me." She seems not at all surprised by the name-dropping. Or else, just not showing.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Ever meet the man or man-bird in question? I have my own little place in New York City called 'Aeterna'." Truth be told Kat's club was not all that little but she liked to play modest. "You know I would love to paint you at some stage - I like to capture noted notables. I got Catwoman and Frank Castle down pat." Presumably Kat means capture Harley's image on a canvas not put paint 'on' her.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley nods. "Sure. Pengy ain't bad. Just got airs, some. Ya got Miss Kitty to agree, huh?" She pretends to look pensive. "So, what's your thing?" she asks, openly, after a moment's thought.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
In relation to Catwoman, "Yeah - she doesn't do nudes though. Shame."

"What do I do? I own a bunch of commercial galleries. I am an accomplished painter myself. I teach Art History at a community College in Queens. I've got a club thereabouts too. I own a security firm. Alot of people think of that as a private army. Allegedly I am a crime boss. Technically not true but I do nothing to disabuse people of that notion. I do alot of venture capital. Oh and I am allegedly an internation arms dealer. Got hooked into that business over in Africa. The warlord there Crule and I have a history of trying to kill eachother." Alot of stuff going on there.

"So besides shaking down the local thugs what do famous criminals do to get ahold of cash?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Yeah, more that last couple." Harley says, her voice getting a little more shrewd. "Ya ain't got people in the area; you're here alone. Ya ain't stupid, and ya ain't insane." Lots of folks forget that Harleen Quinzel is one of the best psychiatrists around. "An' you're out here in Gotham at night without a care in the world. Which means ya ain't scared. So what's the trick?" It's more conversational than anything. This IS small talk for Harley.

"Depends on yer preferences. I get a nice cut from lotsa people. An' jewelry's always pretty."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Ah my deep dark secret?" Kat says, "Well you probably wont believe me but there are so many wackos around these days but I am a mutant. A special kind. There's only about eleven of us. I don't age basically and I am immortal. Not the dime store kind of immortal - I've been decapitated - burned at the stake. I always come back. Hurts to die though. Last time I got killed it was by this wierd Dark Elf chick beating the hell out of me. Before that a construct stomped me in Central Park. BNloody tourists caught me coming back to life on camera. And before that this rival of mine a real prick Donatelli Fuchinello shot me in the eye right in front of Frank Castle. Boy did I have alot of explaining to do there when I came back to life."

"Oh yeah and Ekaterina is an alias. I was born around 820-830 AD. The Gregorian Calender came in about the 1400s and screwed up all my dates. But back then I was Engelberga of Parma. I married well - was actually Holy Roman Empress for a spell." It's alot to take in. "I found myself in Wikipedia the other day. That was so awesome. I'm Wikipedia famous."

"Just snatch and sell? Darn I thought you guys would have a more sophisticated gig. Well at some stage we might be able to help eachother out. You sort of already have done me a favor."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Huh. I probably wouldn'ta spilled ALL that. But nice." Harley seems to be considering it all. She was horribly tempted to shoot Kat, just to see it. "Nyeh. Sophisticated ain't really my thing. That's more Pengy. I'm more the "See, Want, Take" kinda gal." Harley admits. "But, if ya can't be killed, guess it ain't really a worry. Still, if it hurts, might try avoidin' Gotham streets at night."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"I have all the tells to back me up there. Telepathy, telekinetics and of course..." Kat disappears and reappears behind Harley, "Teleportation." She can't resist showing off a bit. "I used the teleportation thing to jump that Dark Elf a hundred feet in the air the other day. She was unpleasantly suprised. Apparently they can't fly. That was very satisfying - before I died again."

Harley Quinn has posed:
To her credit, Harley manages not to jump. To her detriment, it's because she just breaks into giggles. "If ya can do that, money really shouldn't be a thing. Just POOF. Bank vault. But at yer age, money shouldn't be a thing anyway."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"I'm rich - don't need to steal. I have had to try toi keep my cash reserves under the magic billion dollare mark though. Once you go across that it sets off a whole bundle of government flags. I might wind up with those SHIELD pricks at my doorstep - the friendly face of the deep state." She offers her hand, "Want to try a jump? I can take a couple of people at once."