8207/The wild card,

The wild card,
Date of Scene:	07 July 2019
Location:	Iceberg Lounge
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Robin (Wayne)

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Harley Quinn has posed:
Dressed in her more Suicide Squad - TM - outfit, Harley's sitting at a table inside of the Iceberg lounge. Any amount basic inquiry throughout Gotham makes it easy to find Harley most any day or night. She's not exactly the type to keep a low profile and yet she's managed to keep herself out of permanent incarceration ... somehow.

Today what she's doing is testing out a new gun. Yes, that's right. A gun she's shooting people with. It's a wooden pistol with a rotating cog in the middle and some industrial tense rubberbands. Pointing it at random people she shoots them and when they turn to look at who was doing it, she is smiling rather big and hides the gun. Just to shoot them again. It's like she's a little kid. The few people who -do- catch her in the act, don't mess with her, they just laugh a bit and look around before moving out of the line of fire. It's Harley Quinn afterall. And even if the person isn't afraid of HER, they might be deathly afraid of the Joker.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
At the front door there is a bit of rustling, as a Limo pulls to a stop infront of it, some might look to see who it is, but would be disapointed as a small form comes out. Damian wasn't suttle he didn't have to be it was Gotham, so he wore the League gear with the hoddie of cloak covering the rest of his body to hide the weapons he also had. On his face a pale white mask with a frown on it, and two black pits where the eyes are as his are cover he approaches the building. He wonders if he misses the days of some abandoned factory, or dirty park long closed down, but this could work he thought about it for a bit.

As he approached he handed the man standing at the door a large amount of bills without even looking at him, expectantly waiting for him to open the rope. Of course, this was Gotham, and though he maybe short money talked. Walking in further he doesn't look at anyone pulling the hood closer to make sure his mask was not usually seen to 'fit in' as much as he can. That was until he saw her, and started moving her way with purpose as she shot random people, that is until he approached closer he stood a bit further back from the table, he just stares quietly waiting for her to either shot a rubber band at him to catch, say something, or ignore him.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The mask, maybe the hood, everything about Damian might draw attention from others but Harley's off in her own world. She's shooting people with high tension rubber, for fun. And is slightly tweaking parts of the wooden construction to increase or decrease tension, plus is altering it a bit to get the aim better. Yes, she's field testing a weapon. It just so happens to not be a nuclear bomb or vast quantities of poison.

As she continues she glances over at the masked short person, and then keeps fiddling, and then looks back up to see the masked short person still looking her way. She squints a moment and stares right back. Waiting, her eyes not blinking, she's committed now. To a staring contest. Her benefit? She's crazy, and even if Damian can keep his eyes open long, she's willing to let hers dry out, weep, and well up with tears if she has to in order to succeed.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian is just looking at her, and now she is staring at him, in his mind he thinks to himself, is this bad? Does she know something he did not, or maybe she knows more about the league then he thought, while on the outside he is starting to see she her eyes starting to wobble like one does when dry. He stops, thinking it could not be that simple, so to break eye contact he gives her a small bow, "My name is Demon, I have been sent here by the League for a moment of your time." he starts even enough, though he doesn't move forward yet.

He didn't want to give her too much information too quickly so he falls back to a short explination, "I believe it might have something to do with your place in Gotham. Though that danger is not of our making.. May I approach." he looks at the chair or at least looks like he does without eyes it might be kind of hard to see where he is looking. He expected many things, though had no idea where she would take this. Nothing so far has gone by his expectations so he found it best just to leave them at the door.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Raising up a hand and pointing at Demon, Harley grins big, laughing, "Hah! I win, ya lose. Ya blinked. Yer a loooooooooser." She calls out and chuckles some more, not even wiping at her eyes, she just lets the tears roll down the white makeup that does a good job of not smearing really. This stuff is tough.

Though when there's more information, "Oh, no, is my bowlin' dues late? I got an excuse, my dog ate my money. Well, really it was a mix of my dogs. Both Bud and Lou got a real hankerin' fer jewelry recently. So, I'll have it for ya in a few days... jus' gotta walk 'em and pick it out. You know how it goes." Harley states, but she reaches out a leg, under the table, and kicks the chair across the way.

The chair slides perfectly, not tipping over, just enough force to move back a foot or so, to give Demon a seat. "Ya can do whatever ya want, it's a free country. I mean, that's how everything really works. So, I don't quite understand the statement. Are people sayin' that the country is free fer the taki', I can agree with that, or are they tryin' ta say we're really free ta do whatever we want? If so, I can also agree ta that, but de facto it ain't really true. I do what -I- want, an' I get ta spend time runnin' away from capes. Ain't fair, really."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian is glad she can't see the surprise look on his face as what he had thought was a move from her was just a game. He fought to shake his head winning at the last moment he sits across from her quietly letting her talk as she would. He had actually never just talked with her before he realized, sure there was the jabs, quips, or litteral jabs but he had never been this close in a non-fighting way, though his thoughts are broken when he hears capes. He gives a small look to the side just to make sure he could not have them interupting him this early.

Finally he speaks again, "No.. You owe us nothing, and we prefer to keep it that way." he starts looking at her again, thinking if he doesn't know what will work, then starts, "Gotham is a special city, and I believe that people like yourself help keep this city how it is." he gives her a nod perfectly aware who she is "It is a balance, that you take advantage of for... well for your own reasons." he wasn't sure which reason she used, if there was one, or if it didn't change, so kept it easy.

He leans forward saying a bit quiter, "I would like to keep this balance, but there is a group that is moving in that feels you are... lets say more of a risk then needed." he gives a shrug, "You can take care of yourself, but this is an organization so I have been sent to take care of it for you.". He finishes explaining and watches her, as again he does not know how she will react, but is ready to answer any questions from this wierd statement.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh, you are an admirer of mine? Well, apparently I got an entire website or two, or three filled wit'em. My very good friend, best buddy pal, April. She's a famous reporter, she told me so." Harley talks, and she listens a bit, nodding her head, with an uh huh, here or there, and a mmm hmm. Leaning forward in that co-conspirator sort of way, Harley listens. Her face gets scrunched up a bit, she squints, so you know she's listening very very hard as you talk, "Ohhhhh, yer not from the bowlin' league." She smiles a bit, "Sorry, htat was my mistake."

Then she's fiddling with her wooden gun again for a moment longer, and there's a longish awkward kind of pause after Demon is done talking and Harley's just fiddling. And fiddling, and then she looks up, "Oh, yer still there. I thought ya were takin' care of something for me? I ain't followin' what yer saying too well. I mean, there's tons of people who think I'm risky, but I ain't too sure why."

Turning she points her gun at someone else and shoots them in the back of the head with the rubberband gun. Snickering she looks over to Demon, "That one, was laced wit' a high powered..." The person falls to the ground foaming a little from the mouth, "Paralytic. It's funny cause it causes spasms in the muscles... I'm bettin' he breaks 3 or 4 teeth chatterin'. Now what was it ya were needin' from me? Ain't nobody ever show up with custom mugs, makin' coffee fer ol' Harls. They always jabber on about whatever, an' then ask me ta do somethin' fer'em."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian knew he was losing her already keeping the details short, as he watched her he titled his head. Could she of possibly never heard of the League? I mean he knew she didn't know much, that is why he picked her, but nothing? He thinks not wanting to dump more information on her he looks at her, "Not bad, I prefer a more herbal formula is easier for me to find." he notes to the poision, and stops looking at her. "I am about go cause trouble for someone trying to screw with the system we got working here. Of course they are paying the owner of this nice establishment to look the other way, but I don't think they would approach you."

There is a little laugh behind the mask, "I am not going to try to trick you with some comment about the high life here, because if your not bored.. Maybe I was incorrect." his mask looks down, "I will not let anyone take the Leagues territory. If you would mearly introduce me to this Cobblepot I can also split ways." he shrugs again.. "It is up to you."

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's some more nodding as Harley looks like she's paying attentiong, but she quirks her mouth to the side and squints over at Demon again. "Yer usin' a lot of words but ain't nothin' specific. Goin' after someone ta cause somethin', about a system. I ain't know about no system ya got workin' in the city." And she hrmmms and then wonders, "Yer lookin' fer that wobbli' land bird of a fella?" And she laughs a little bit, shaking her head.

"I ain't seen Pengy fer a while now. I do hang out here sometimes tho', and play with his customers. Better'n a movie an' a thing of popcorn." Thinking about that she hmms, "Well, maybe not AND the popcorn, especially if it's a big container wit' a free refill. Then it might be different. If ya wants I could pass along the message that some kid in a mask be lookin' fer him. I ain't too sure that's going to make him wanna come outta whatever cave he's workin' out of. Ya got anythin' more specific I could tell him? I mean, I am Harley Quinn greatest messenger in all the land."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian nods, "I understand if you do not know the League of Assassins then you have no idea what this mask even means." he stops, "What if I told you that all around the world there was a group of.." he stops thinking about the best word to use here. "Ninja's that went around killed people, and tried to make the world a more crazy place to live in... You have heard none of this?" he turns looking at her expectantly

Finally with a sigh he nods again, "Yes, I am looking for a meeting with him, but with the capes one might find someone suddenly appearing while they sleep a bit... Distrubing." he shrugs, "My argument is not with him, if I mearly get my information I will do him no harm." he gives another short laugh, "I think the message is that a someone from the League of Assassins is wanting a moment of his time." he nods to her, "If you could express it is in his best intrest I would be happy with that as well."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Reaching up to her mouth, Harley Quinn taps at her lower lip as you describe a group of Ninjas all around the world. And she questions, "Yer a ninja? Dressed in a mask? That don't seem right. I thought they always had them scarfs around their face? An' yer part of a super secret group of folks but ya walked on in here an' just sort of introduced yerself to me? So ya can try an' talk ta someone else?"

Harley gives a little shrug, and she shakes her head, "Yer organization seems a bit... flaky ta say the least. Ya got anyone famous in that lil' League of yers? If not, ya should really think about it. Scientology meetups would be a great place fer autographs. I'm figurin' ya could re-brand inta something more like that." She gives her advice over to Demon.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The person in the mask just sighs, shaking his head though he doesn't respond right away. "You are right, of course. Well just know even if you do not know we exist, we thank you for your cooperation, and hope you two are reconnectd as that is often much more profitable." he stands giving her a nod. "I believe you have some interesting information now, if you change your mind about causing some trouble you are welcome to be at that meeting."

He puts money on the table, it looks to be four hundreds. "For your time listening about a made up story of ninjas, and the message. Try to not spend it all on Paralytics.." he adds moving away now as the message will be started. It wasn't optimal, but hopefully it would get things started. He needed to be seen, and hated paying for information the League always paid well to those who cooperated. His grandfather always said it was the carrot, and the stick.. Thankfully it hadn't come to the stick this time, as that would of been a mess. He doesn't pay any attention to the man dieing on the floor, as he had seen enough death, and while he was told he shouldn't kill anyone she did it not him.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Waving to Demon as he's heading away, "Goodbye mister ninja from the league. I'll try an' get yer message to the Penguin." She is practically shouting as she shoots another rubberband in the direction of another person. This one isn't coated in any kind of drug. And she doesn't even begin to touch the money. After all, money is just money. She prefers toys, fake weapons, and stealing things when she needs it. Though someone will pick up the money, and now there's even a good chance the message will get to the Penguin but maybe not directly from Harley Quinn.