7270/See the sights of Gotham and, if you're lucky, survive them.

See the sights of Gotham and, if you're lucky, survive them.
Date of Scene:	18 April 2019
Location:	Colgate Heights, Burnley - Gotham City
Synopsis:	A sightseeing trip through Gotham takes a very unexpected turn.
Cast of Characters:	Wasp (Pym), Joker, June Connor

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Wasp (Pym) has posed:
To say Nadia Pym was new to the city would be a dramatic understatement. In a way she's new to the whole of the world. Of course to most people in the city she just looks like a typical young tourist. An excitable teenage girl moving from boutique to boutique, looking in every window as if it's the first time she's seen such wonders.

Of course to people with the right kind of training there is something a little off about her. Perhaps it's the way she suddenly changes directions seemingly at random or stops to check windows in which the street behind her is visible reflected on the glass.

That and most fifteen year old girls don't have a small team of Russian agents tailing them.

Joker has posed:
The springtime was beautiful, as winter came to a close and the sun showed itself a little more amid the gentle rains. It was a great time to be alive, this era of war and peace, of heart and soul. Joker was certainly enjoying it, after having bought himself a custom Chevrolet Camaro, painted blue, with the American flag emblazoned across the hood, the circular peace sign riveted to the front grill.

Joker drives down the streets of Gotham City, with a six-pack of Budweiser in the passenger seat, unavailable to him at the moment as he's driving a standard. Steppenwolf wafts from the radio, from his archaic 8-track deck and old stereos, selected specifically for the throaty sound and the ephermal echo, both deep and flat, a non-existant background pallatte sensed but not heard.

Joker cruises slowly by Nadia Pym, the clever criminal noticing that she's being tailed. A sardonic look on his face, hair ruffled backwards and behind his ears, he shifts with his right hand and pulls off the street, into a spot, just ahead of her. He then shifts again, putting the car into park, the engine revving with a purring complaint of restrained power.

"Hey there, little lady," Joker calls out, with a tilt of his head as he pivots it to look at her. "Looks like you've got trouble."

June Connor has posed:
    A real job. A regular job. June tried this once, and it didn't work out very well. Since the last IT job, it doesn't seem she's had much luck. They usually want college degrees. They at least want someone who didnt' drop out of junior high. She looks over the application and job description from one of the shops.
    "Clean the toilet? Shit, not a chance," she mutters, balling the application and description into a wad and chunking it carelessly at a city wastebasket. It doesn't miss, but it doesn't make it in, either, the paper wad landing on the flat surface around the hole of the container. She doesn't correct the problem.

    Her version of spring wear is a Slipknot shirt, the arms cut out to expose...well, almost everything. A black sports bra is underneath, and she doesn't have a lot to guard with it. A chain dangles from her belt, though something about it looks a bit more functional than most that a punk rocker might wear. It isn't as shiny, and tucks into the tight black jeans. She's covered in piercings, One on her belly, several in her ears, one on her lip, another in her nose. Her right side is covered by a Dragon tattoo that winds around her body, and the left shoulder can be seen sporting a large Footprint. To those who are familiar, it's the Foot emblem, or at least, the modernized one used in New York City.

    She spots the camaro pull up to Nadia, the engine making it hard to miss. "Fuckin' perverts," she mutters. "Hey bitch, don't you be tryin' to fuck any little girls 'round here," she calls out, unable to even see who is in the car yet. Assumptive? Yes. Abrasive? Seems to be built in. She isn't even moderately quiet about it, almost as if she hopes the bystanders hear her.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
While Nadia might not understand everything about her new adopted homeland there are some things which even a total newcomer can tell are /odd/. And the Joker pulling up in an expensive looking car certainly fits the bill. "Oh. Yes I'm sure it'll be fine," she replies brightly. "The street is too crowded for them to act."

She does take a step back from the street when June involves herself. "I do not think the... man dressed as a clown? Was intending anything inappropriate. He was just pointing out that I am being followed." She offers one of the larger goons, a man with neck muscles thicker than most peoples waists, a friendly 'We can see you' wave.

Joker has posed:
There's a sudden jerk, as the term 'bitch' is used by June. The car cuts its engine, and there's a squeaking sound as the windows roll up.

Joker swings out of the car, looking at June, with the look of a hardened convict that's just been cut off in traffic and is willing to go back inside over pride, at the expense of some guy's skull being pulled through his own window.

"What did you just say?" comes an empty, but pointed question, as Joker stands with his car between him and the pair, slamming the door shut with psychotic energy and then sliding his hand onto the roof of the car, tapping it.

"Am I being accused, of being a 'mo, by a little movie starlet that's looking for a bum in a drum?"

June Connor has posed:
    As Joker exits the car, June's smug belligerence may not falter, but there is the look in her eyes that she realizes her error. "Shit." She glances at Nadia, who is finger waving at the men following her, and her gaze follows to them briefly, before returning to the Clown Prince. "Yeah," she comments to Nadia, "So..." she has no idea why people are following the girl. She has no idea why Joker would...well, let's face it, nobody knows why Joker would do anything that he does. The rest of the statement simply goes unspoken, not answering Joker with either an affirmation or a denial.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
Meanwhile the Russian agents are trying very hard to remain discreet. Poor old neck muscles takes a few moments to mutter something into an earpiece. Giving and receiving orders, trying to work out if they should fall back or charge in.

"Perhaps if you made a sincere apology?" Nadia hopefully suggests to June. Her own voice also has a hint of a Russian accent. Although it'd be hard to narrow it down to a specific region. "I am sure no-one intended any offence...." She doesn't sound entirely convinced by this though.

Joker has posed:
Joker squints in an unintentionally comical fashion, tapping the roof of the car again, tipping his head as if a bird.

"So, we aren't talking now, are we?" he says, to June. "Some respect? Good."

Joker's head straightens and he looks to Nadia. "You want to get away from those suits, just ask. Some of my good mood is left, and I'm willing to take you on a carpet ride, right out of those Ali Baba looking goons' sights."

June Connor has posed:
    "I wouldn't go that far," June answers Joker. "Just tryin' to figure out the shit in front of me. Kid," she says, looking back at Nadia. "I wouldn't take a ride on that carpet. You know who that is? It's the fuckin' Joker. Clown Prince of crazy himself. If you're lucky he just kills you." She gives a defiant look back at Joker, tilted up head so that she is looking down her nose. She folds her arms across her chest, even though she's much smaller than her foe.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"Oh well that is a very kind offer but... I can assure you I am in no real danger from them," Nadia explains earnestly with the certainty only the very young or very foolish can muster. "And I still have to finish looking at the shops." She can't help but glance down the street where the van Dyne boutique is located.

She frowns at June "Why would I know who... Oh... Ahhh. I see." She pauses. "I did some work on a potential antidote to Smilex once. Didn't work very well." She offers a shrug. "We did not get American news out in.. ah.. rural Siberia."

Joker has posed:
Joker's hand limply cranks into a pocket of his jacket, and withdraws a bright yellow banana. He points it at June, making a pistol recoil at her, grinning.

He then begins peeling it, responding to Nadia matter-of-factly.

"Well, Smilex is a simple concoction, it's a nerve toxin that affects the cerebellum and diaphram while stimulating both cerebrum in a hallucinogenic manner, with a cyanide base to force its ingestion. Are you familiar with humor to induce a flash state?"

Joker looks over at the Russian spies, putting the banana in his mouth and biting, before chewing in the side of his mouth as he explains, gesturing with the fruit as he looks away.

"When there is a statement of the affirmative, a statement of the negative will force a movement across the corpus collusum, with electric synaptic reflex, and it will discharge, into the cerebellum, which manages the subconscious and bodily instincts related to your upper neurology. If you simultaneously stimulate the diaphram, this engages the laughing reaction, along with a late death programming image of the refutation of physical surroundings into a subconscious denial for a criminally insane state."

Joker looks back over, smiling. "This, of course, is a death while criminally insane in DMT state, which of course is a final, permanent vision of being inanimate in non-linear temporal eternity. A death after being abused by anti-psychotics, anti-psychotics being the particular mixture that induces the cerabral motion, the diaphram a simple analgesic."

June Connor has posed:
    June seems to be determined to stonewall the antics, a decided straight man to Joker's fool. Her blue-dyed eyebrows furrow as she looks at Nadia, and then listens to Joker's scientific explanation. "What. The fuck. Are you two talking about? Kid, you gotta get clear of this guy, he ain't your friend. And he ain't some scientist or whatever the hell that word vomit was supposed to sound like." Clearly, not an educated punk rocker.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
Nadia Pym nods along in agreement as Joker explains his work. "I must admit at the time I never imagined I would speak with the inventor. It's always interesting what insights you can acquire that way, even if the subject matter is not exactly pleasant." Something about the science discussion seems to have a calming influence on her. "I'm more interested in theoretical physics myself. But I dabble in genetics and biochemistry..."

In the moments when Joker is turning to eye the Russian goons Nadia glances at June and, as calmly as possible, tries to mine the words for 'I'm being polite so he doesn't attack us'. Along with some emphatic gestures and pointing to get the meaning across. "But of course. I probably should be on my way. I've got a lot of sightseeing to do and I wouldn't want my... ah my escorts to get bored or jumpy." She waves farewell, then very cautiously begins to turn and go about her way.

Joker has posed:
"Of course, of course," Joker says with a Joan Rivers belle-of-the-ball aire to his voice and wave of his hand, as if it was the 1950s and he was the famous Joan at a media party in Hollywood.

He opens the door, and begins to climb into his car, before he suddenly bounces up.

"Catch!"

His half-eaten banana is chucked at June's head, before he ducks into his car and it peels out of the parking lot, down the street.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

June Connor has posed:
    June looks completely befuddled by the interaction. Strange Russian agents following a small teenage girl who is also having a scientific conversation with an insane crimelord, and doing so with a remarkable amount of cool. As Joker throws the banana at her, she reaches out, hand snapping forward to catch it decisively. "The fuck?" she comments, bewildered look on her face as the clown takes off in his car. She stands, stunned for a second, then glances down at the banana, scrunching her nose and throwing it at the same wastebin her trash went in before, this time landing squarely in the hole, and she wipes her hand on her shirt in disgust.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
The trouble with turning your back on a crimelord is you don't know what exactly they are throwing when they shout 'catch' and drive away laughing. And when in doubt it's best to assume the worst. So by the time June has caught the banana Nadia has seemingly disappeared. Shrinking to microscopic size in the blink of an eye to take cover from an explosion or gas attack that never actually happens.

Meanwhile the poor Russian goon squad, having lost their target, begin to pull back for now.

June Connor has posed:
    June looks back, ready to say something else to Nadia. "Kid, you gotta get a..." she looks around. She tracks people. She doesn't lose targets easily. "Clue?" She glances back and forth, looking around as if she might have dropped her rather than lost track of her. "Fuck this city, crazy as hell," she mutters, and continues to walk down the street.