7796/Underworld: Caved-in Edition

Underworld: Caved-in Edition
Date of Scene:	08 June 2019
Location:	Central Heights, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Red Robin

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Harley Quinn has posed:
The world of Gotham is one made up of horribly twisted individuals. Harley Quinn is one of those people. This is her story ... well, at least about how she got back to Gotham. It's been only a day, she was here, ran off, and there were some sightings of her in Arkansas? And then in New York. There was even a chase by police after her reportedly not long after she crashed a Semi-Truck into some building. All that said, she's been reported over the police bands and even the GCPD was made aware of her departure from New York. The expectation - get prepared Gotham. The Queen has returned.

And so, like a creature of habit she's visited Ivy, the Iceberg Lounge, picked up her mallet and some other toys to keep with her, and is heading down below. Wait, down below? Maybe she's off to visit Killer Croc? But she pulls up a sewer lid, looks around squinty eyed, and then starts climbing down, before sliding the lid back over the hole. Before she does though her eyes are visible underneath of the lid, looking back and forth as she lowers herself and the lid down. Like some recreation of the clown from IT.

Whatever she's doing down there, could not be good.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake has been a step behind the lady lunatic today. Missing her by moments here or there, but he had eyes on her as she decided to take the plunge. this not being what Red Robin thinks of when he thinks of Harley going to ground, he has decided to follow her. He heads to the man hole cover, and using his cape to block the light to hopefully hide the fact he is moving it, will quietly as he can lift the cover slide into the hole just the barest bit before gently and quietly closes the lid.

Harley Quinn has posed:
It's a heavy lid, but the batfamily is pretty strong. Harley just kind of lifted it like it was a big frisbee, but then again, she's been enhanced at some point long ago. Walking along the edges of the sewer Harley Quinn is moving, balancing on the very edge with her arms out making her look like a human T as she goes. "La di da di daaaaaaah di doooooo. Miss a beat, step in some pooooooo." She laughs at her own little song as she's moving further into the darkness of the sewers. Good thing people have to be down here, there's lights, otherwise Harley would be in a lot more trouble.

She winds left, then right, then left some more, then into an access tunnel, and past one of those wooden 'do not cross' blockades. Up and over acrobatically, but not stopping to read it, let alone obey the sign. "Huh, this wasn't 'ere before." She pauses at a wall of rubble. Quirking her mouth, pouting, she hrms and looks around, fiddling a little here and there with larger rocks. "Well, darn."

A moment or two after Tim walks past the barricade... what are all these 'warning explosives' signs about?

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake frowns at the signs, and figures this could be why Harley is here, she plans on stealing more explosives. He quickens his step, but keeps tot he shadows, as best he can, till he comes up to the Funny Femme Fatale. He will step out and his silhouette shadow shows on the wall. It aint the bat though as no pointy parts off the head. "You have reached the end of the line Harley."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"You're tellin' me." Harley says as she's still looking at the wall. And then ohs, and turns around, she grins big, "Sorry, I thought ya were an inside voice. But yer outside. Completely rude of me... Uh, which one are you again? Ya the boy wonder? You ain't that nightwing fella, I'm sure he's still recoverin' from that big dreamy fella he fought fer me." A pause and she ummmmms, "The colors of yer costume are very nice. I like'em. The gold's a bit much, but otherwise, I'm diggin' the look. You must be that Red Robin or, is it Red Hood fella? You know, you capes breed like rabbits."

And then she is taking a small step from the wall and she puts up her hands, "I surrend-errrr!"

At that moment her eyes get wide, and there's a beep, followed by a big raucous boom, and some shaking of the ground that causes Harley to do an exaggerated wobble dance, as the cave area behind them falls in and piles up. Tim will likely have to do some athletic roll dive to get out of the way of some of the rubble, but Harley just has to keep on her feet.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake does said dive and not only that, he will dive at Harley not knowing how bad the explosion is going to be and pretty sure from the look on her face she did not set this one, or if she did she forgot she did. He brings up his cape to try to protect him and her both from any flying debries.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn screams out when there's suddenly a person on her and she squirms on the ground. "We're all going to die!" And then laughs at the idea, cackling as the rocks come down, and then pauses when it stops. She blinks a few times, and looks up at Tim smiling a bit, "Well now, is that a batarang in yer pocket or you jus' happy to see me?" Another quick pause, "Well, we didn't die. Though I think we're stuck in here fer a bit. Maybe they'll blast the middle out soon and we'll get to see how tough yer muscles... an' bones are. Huh? Sounds like a bit of fun don't it?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will move off her once things have quick shaking not commenting on if it was a Robin-O-Rang or not, gotta get your own marketing in after all. He will pulls a glow stick from his belt, pop it and shake it to give the two of them light "Are you ok?" He will ask, offering her a hand up if she seems unhurt.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley squints at the hand as she sits up, and then takes it with a shrug, getting hoisted to her feet in no time. "Well, I ain't. I'm actually pretty perturbed to be in a country that makes light of the struggle of women. Ya'd think, I don't feel that much cause I'm... a criminal an' all, but it still gets to me as well. Everyone's always sayin' ya robbed that bank well, fer a woman. An' ya tossed that person out a window like a girl." A bit of a shrug, "So, I ain't alright, I'm upset, an' I should be." Then she smiles a little and looks around, "Heyyyy, it's like campin'." And she twirls about in a circle and looks over to Tim. "So, which one were ya again?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her and says "Red Robin, and I think the whole women get an unfair deal in the underworld maybe Stockholm's shtick, So you may need to have a chat with her." He does look around the room trying to judge if there is any way out but does not take his eyes off Harley for too long "So, what were you coming down here for Harley?

Harley Quinn has posed:
"A little bit of this... an' a lil' bit of that." Harley answers as she picks up a rock and then tosses it to the side against other rocks, and watches as it rolls down a bit. Chuckling, she turns her attention back to Red Robin. "Ohhhhh, like a bird?" She walks over to Tim, following him closely, as he inspects things. She inspects things. "Are ya able ta fly or somethin'? Got any actual powers? Stockholm's kind of a friend, both the person AND the syndrome. If ya know what I mean?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and says "I have faced her a time or two, the person not the syndrome." He says of Stockholm. "None that will help us get out of her, except trying to find the logical part out of here. " He figures no need to confirm or deny powers to the super villain. "I don't supposed you took any classes in physics of cave ins while getting your doctorate?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's a pause, as she thinks about that, and squints a bit. Then quirks her mouth back and forth, "Maybe it was an elective I didn't take. You know, college days, I took all the easy courses. Like, psychology, medical preparedness, psychology." She chuckles a bit at that, and then looks to Tim, "You know, all you capes got capes." And she reaches out to grab at whatever amounts to Tim's cape if he doesn't move away in time. "Is there a reason? It ain't like I ever worn a cape. Are you just preppin' in case where ya have to show up to some kind of formal ball?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake does let her touch the cape, and does not engage any built in taser, or detachable mechanism. He continues studying the wall, and says "Multiple uses, like just now, when I used it to make sure none of the debris hit us. Plus Superman wears one, so they have to be cool right?" He offers as a joke.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn pulls on the cape a little with her gloved hands, and then lets it go. "Seems tough, I wore a real long dress once, snagged on everythin'." And she shrugs a bit, "I ain't made fer capes, I gotta run around, an' roll, jumpin' on things jus' to not get into a fight with you fellas." And she looks at the wall, staring at it a moment, and with a serious tone she says, "A wall. Hmmm." And then looks over to Tim with a highly raised brow to see if he's finding something else of interest out about the wall. "Is there a reason all ya fellas keep usin' the same kind of names? Is it ta try and confuse us on the 'evil' side?" She uses her fingers to make bunny ears around the word Evil. "And Superman ain't jus' cool, I bet he's got a lot of a package. Too nice of a feller though, I bet he ain't got a single taboo level kink. Probably likes vanilla ice cream too. It ain't bad, jus' kind of borin' is all."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will smirk shaking his head a bit at the woman. He does not comment on if he thinks Superman has any kinks. His best friend being a clone of Superman he tries not to think about such things. "Well if it works to confuse you it is a good ploy on our part now aint it. He tests a rock here or there, and sighs softly "I think you and I maybe here for a while Dr. Quinzel. I don't think I can take the part blocking the tunnel down without taking the whole tunnel down.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Not to worry, we'll run out of breatheable air long before we starve to death." Harley says without much concern, putting her hands behind her head and walking with stiff legs, kicking them out in front of her as she moves back toward the middle of the open space. Whistling a little bit, she gets to a spot and then spins around on one foot, other extend before she plops down on the ground, cross-legged. "Confusin' me ain't that high of a bar. Ain't got a lot of A to Z that make sense no more."

Then she smiles, as she starts moving her finger around in the thick gravel dusty ground and is drawing a vampire cat face. "You ain't happen ta have cards or somethin' in that very luxurious ... what would you call those strap thingies you go over yer chest? All I gots is my belt an' no special tools. I really like that " She holds up a hand and makes a fffbllloooomph sound, then a zzzzzzzzzz cchhht, whiiiiirrrrrrr, as she mimics using one of those grapple guns. "I'd trade ya a gas monkey fer one of them doohickies?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and says "No, sorry the whole cards thing has gotten a bit of a bad rap, I prefer scrabble anyways. He will pull out a pocket scrabble game from one of his pouches. They do have stake outs and it can get a bit boring. "I think not on the trade though, I am not sure I could even imagine the trouble you would get in with one.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn blinks at the pocket scrabbel game, and she gasps. "What else ya got in there?" She is tilting her head fully to a 90 degree angle as she looks, like she could 'zoom' her vision in from where she sits. "You got a karaoke machine? I'm a pretty good singer. Oh! Stake outs? I ain't got the patience fer waiting." And she looks up and over to Tim, wiggling her nose a bit, and then she shakes her head a little bit, "Trouble? I'd get into a lot of fun wit' it. Ya see, that's really the problem between us. Differin' opinions. Ya all think I'm out there tryin' to hurt folks, an' all I'm doing is tryin' ta have a lil' fun. Only got one life ta live. Mistah J helped me realize that real good."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms, and says "Fun is fun, but the big problem comes in when your stopping others from having any chance of living theirs. I am pretty sure, I can find a bus load of people or two, did not consider a recent trip with you very Fun.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"You think that now, but later they're going to tell their children, an' their grandchildren about the time they were strapped into a bus seat an' THE Harley Quinn was drivin' like an ace, until she was stopped." Harley smiles a bit and looks over to Tim, "Again, it's all in the perspective. You got yours, I know. If it were up to you an' the Bats all of Gotham would be nothin' but pink roses an' sunshine. That ain't make fer good innovation, it don't give us fellas like Edgar Allen Poe." A pause as she quirks her mouth, "Ya gotta think big picture." Stretching out her arms like she's telling the tall tale of how big of a fish she caught. "You ever take a moment to step back and think about it? Hitler, lots of advancements durin' that time. Ghengis Khan, advancements. Durin' times of relative peace an' quiet? Nada."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "War gives lots of advancement, but it also hurts a lot of people. I am more of the thought line of if we can do all that during those troubled time, what would we be able to do if we were allowed to put our full attention to our progress instead of having to worry about someone deciding, their bank robbery riddle is more important that me following my path. There is a part of you in there, that I am pretty sure cares for people and wants to help them, you did become a doctor after all."

Harley Quinn has posed:
With a bit more drawing on the ground, Harley is still working on the vampire cat face, and she talks while she works. Her eyes are serious, her expression is too, but the artwork is like a bad emoticon level of skill. "Well, ya ain't wrong. I didn't get into doctorin' fer the paycheck. Especially because I was figurin' that the really deranged probably got a lot to say about the state of society an' all." A look up when she's done drawing and she smiles, standing up and taking a step back to appraise her masterpiece. "Though, if ya ain't never had to stop the Riddler, or Mistah J, or me, ya ain't never got them fancy gizmos. I bet those advancements have worked out into other things, makin' materials or whatever. Lots of medical knowledge comes about because of wars. And besides, too many people is jus' as much of a problem. Our full potential happens when we are challenged. Internally and externally. That ain't no secret."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "I believe we can have challenges without them being life and death. People dying is not a good thing. All people should have the right to live without someone with a poison gas bomb, a closeness to Antarctic birds, or skulls on their chests trying to kill them. Tell me this if you could be doing anything your heart desired what would it be/"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Challenges, ain't without risk." Harley starts and then she thinks about the question, "I ain't too sure." A pause and she quirks her mouth back and forth. "This kind of feels like that genie fella in Aladdin. Ain't nobody really asked me this question before. As much as I want that answer ta be doin' some not safe fer work stuff wit' my puddin', I'd have ta say ... havin' fun an' helpin' folks be their best. Or die tryin'. Much like I'm already doin'. What about you mister R.R.? Do you not like yer current life? It ain't the dream ya were expectin'?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her, and says "I think you could help people a lot more from our side of the fence Harley. And as for me, I like it pretty well, but I may just have to take a break sometime to do the higher learning rightt.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Eyeballing Tim with big wide eyes, Harley laughs a bit, and she shakes her head, "Ain't in the cards Mister Red." She offers to Tim, "Can I call ya Red? If Ivy's around, that's fer sure her, but I like ta use first names when I can." And she leans back a bit laying down on her back and looking up at the ceiling, "I've worked with you capes before. Your all jus', ya ain't got somethin' right in yer head. No killin', no murderin', no torture. The Bats should've tortured me a long time ago ta find out where the Joker is, or killed me tryin'. IF he were tryin' ta be a Hero, that is... that Punisher fella he's got it down right. Almost got me too, if it weren't fer that Nightwing fella. Even there, he'd of just had to sit by, and do nothin', and poof. No more Harley Quinn. No more problem, fer ya folks. That is, if I'm really the problem."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks at her, and shakes his head, and says "All it takes for evil to win, is a good man to do nothing." He will have a seat on some rubble, and says "If we killed and tortured, then that would put us on the wrong side of things. Would you have rather the punished killed you?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Rolling back a bit to kick her legs forward, so she can roll up to a seated position again, not very able to stay still for long, Harley beams, "Well, I ain't the one makin' those rules. Am I? If yer afraid of dyin' ya ain't gonna never get what you want. If yer afraid of killin', yer gonna allow others ta die. The Punisher at least is one consistent fella. Good man, stoppin' bad guys, permanently." A pause, as she adds on with a hand to her chest, "Ain't like I'm sayin' I'm a bad guy, I ain't even a bad girl. I am just drawn this way..." Without skipping a beat she continues, "Jus' sayin'. What kind of good person are you if ya let someone like me, or Scarecrow, keep on livin'? If ya think our methods are evil, we ain't gonna stop, so what yer doin' is nothin'. Yer good men, doin' nothin' at all. I'm at least doin' -something-. And most of my actionados are focused on fellow criminals. Where's the harm in that?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "No, I am a good man, trying to get those who are doing bad things redeemed and hopefully if not fighting for good at least not fighting for evil. It one man kills a murderer there is still the same number of murderers in the world, and yes I know the argument if one man kills 100 murderers there are less murderers."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Don't it just feel like yer runnin' around in circles?" Harley Quinn starts by rotating her hand with her finger pointed upright, to indicate circles, but then it moves to about her ear in the universal symbol for crazy. "That kind of thing could drive someone crazy." A bit of laughing bursts from her before she sighs out. "Yer a nice fella. That's probably why I ain't drawn ta ya sexually, I mean, ya got all the muscles in the right places an' all. But ya ain't no pistachio chocolate mint with sprinkles - is all I'm sayin'."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smirks a bit and says "No problem, And I don't have the bad girl thing so we are good there." He tells her "I look at it and hope with each circle, we are finding a bit more of a path. Look at you and Ivy both of you if it comes down to mega evil usually err on the side of helping stop it.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"So, yer okay wit' me tyin' people up with bombs and drivin' around with them in a bus, because... if the big ol' bads happen, I still want my playground ta be safe?" Harley chuckles a few times, and lets her eyes roll about like googly eyes, "Now that's the craziest thing I've ever heard. And Ivy, she's great. Love 'er ta death, me an' her. But she ain't no saint, by the cape morality lines at least. She'd rather kill vegetarians then let'em harm a single tree. You got some kind of messed up somethin' in yer head. I like it, fun ta unravel. Ya have any kind of problematic relationship with yer parents? They beat you or somethin'. It's okay, you can tell me, I got me a doctor patient privilege thing I gotta uphold."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will frown a bit at the mention of parents but does not let her bait him more than that. "No, I want you doing good, and when you do bad, I make it my job to help stop you. See even you have people you wish to protect.

Harley Quinn has posed:
A sparkly, toothy grin happens from Harley Quinn, "Oooh, did I touch a nerve? All you capes always got some kind of sad story that becomes yer reason fer doin' good, don't'cha? It's like ya got massive cases of survivor's guilt." Harley tilts her head to the side a bit, "So, what was it, yer parents die? Get murdered by some intelligent worm, so ya decide to become it's arch nemesis as a robin? Hmmm? It's never good to keep those things inside, never know when it'll erupt."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake shakes his head a bit to this and says "No where near the right line there Harley. So, care to tell me why you were here in the first place, since I don't think it is going to go as planned for either of us.

Harley Quinn has posed:
With a bit of a shrug, Harley mentions, "Orphan? Parents mistreated you? Yer mother went missing when you were young, an' yer father kept makin' ya dress up like a woman to take her place?" She's watching Tim as she's asking these questions but she answers the questions asked. "As fer yer inquiry, I was actually comin' down here to try and find Killer Croc's stash of freshly killed meats. I was gone from Bud and Lou for a bit, seeing as I was locked up and all, figured I should make fer an apology wit' some rotting meat."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and crosses his arms a bit to this and nods "Ah stop by the zoo and checked on them while you were away a few times back, they seemed to be doing ok."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"At the zoo?!" Harley squints a bit, "They are wild, animals. WILD!" Harley actually lets out a loudish shout, as she clenches her fists. "They don't deserve to be locked up none. It ain't right. It ain't right." She sniffles a bit, and holds back any full on crying. "Bud ain't gonna survive on the inside, Lou'll end up eatin' him. They're brothers, I know, but Bud's a sweetheart. Ain't good ta be a sweetie pie when yer a hyena. Where in the zoo they keepin' them?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "In their own place, and they keep them well fed, and make sure they are healthy. I believe they may even have a few things to chew on besides one another."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn's face kind of twitches, from her lips and cheek up to her right eye. And she trembles and twitches some, "Well fed? Ya gotta let 'em scavenge. Else ya make them lazy an' they become bad pups. I'm gonna have ta probably teach'em to hunt again, fend fer themselves. Scavenge trash. They're my babies. Why ya all gotta go do this ta them? They ain't in this fight. Jus' two pups, ain't never hurt nobody - well, in the spirit of the words at least."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "And would you rather them be running around when your in Arkham? Someone would likely shoot them, and that would end up bad for them or the person or likely both of them. If you think they need to be free, shouldn't they be back in Africa?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Back in Africa? Why would I ever do that? They're my babies." Harley mentions and shakes her head a little bit, "I gave 'em as gifts ta Mistah J. He liked 'em well enough, but..." A little look around as she quirks her mouth to the side, "He ain't got the demeanor really ta treat'em right. So, I sort of took over parentin' them. They do just fine out in the wilds of Gotham, an' are happy there. I hope they ain't lost none of their grit."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will just shake his head a bit to this, and studies her a moment. He does wonder a bit and will ask "Do you miss doing the doctor thing more often?" He tries to judge how much of the doctor maybe inside the madam mime.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn looks up from the ground and her sorrow over her puppies, and she cants her head a bit to the side, "Miss bein' a doctor? I'm always gonna be a doctor, ain't nobody no how gonna take that away from me. It ain't my choice if no one wants ta be my patient though." A little bit of a shrug, "I was jus' tryin' ta help you with whatever parental badness ya had. An' ya refused. Catwoman, she refuses. Ain't nobody really left who will accept the help of Doctor Quinzel. So, I gotta help 'em as Harley Quinn. It's a lot more fun anyhow."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and nods a bit to this and says "Not really problems there myself sorry to disappoint." He says "Yes, Catwoman is a rather independent type, but I guess that might go with her theme a bit." He offers.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"You got some kind of problems though. Else ya wouldn't be dressin' up in no costume chasin' after women jus' trying to feed her pets." A pause as she stands up, looking around, Harley hmmmms, "But, I bet ya ain't gonna talk about none of them issues either, are ya? Yer tryin' to do the right thing but ya failin' cause ya ain't willing to committ."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "And here I believe if I was taking the route you believe I would be failing. I do wish, I could convince you of another path on t hat." He sighs a bit to this."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Ya can't convince me of nothin' cause yer unwillin' ta trust." Harley Quinn mentions, as she turns around, to face Tim, while she walks backwards with her hands behind her head. "Everything you capes see is in black and white. Ya want me ta be a doctor of the head, again, no one's stoppin' ya from signin' up fer an appointment." And then her heel hits into the wall making a bit of a hollow sound. Getting down on the ground she starts fiddling with something before she slides a portion of the wall up, taking a great deal of strength. Water rushing is heard, "Hey, I think I found one of them Croc's waterways. This could be our ticket!"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will move to help her, he does not have the enhanced strength of Harley but he does have a staff he can use to help pry things out of the way. "Long as it aint punching our ticket, we are good."

Harley Quinn has posed:
With a bit of a shrug, Harley mentions with a smile, "The Croc can breathe underwater. Let's hope we're close, huh?" And she just slides in with a "Wheeeeee" until there's a splash, and Quinn is rushed at rapid speed down the inner tunnel of water. At least it's going fast, perhaps it just shoots out of one of the nearby Dams without only mildly long distance falls.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake was reaching for one of the mini breathers and before he has it out she is gone. He sighs a moment and uses one of them, and dives in, figuring he will try to catch her and give her one but with harley and the water you never know.