Owner	Pose
Harley Quinn	Dressed up for the trashy place, Harley Quinn has on a pair of black and red short-shorts, and a small corset that is about as much material as a tube top, which is also black and red. Her signature diamonds are about in various places, and she's not got on her white face clown makeup, but her pigtails are most certainly dyed. Along with combat boots that have thick treds, and they too are following the same color scheme. She basically looks like one of with waitresses except in a different color scheme. She walks right into the bar, and is looking around then down at herself, "Is tonight ladies night or somethin'?" And does keep walking in... she's got her comically large mallet with her just sort of slung over her shoulder as she does keep moving in though. As if, it isn't even there. She's looking for Stockholm as that's who invited her, and her hyenas were left outside. Chained up? No way! That's animal cruelty... so there are two hyenas wandering the nearby streets looking for snacks.
Stockholm	Honestly Julia found the idea of drinking in Two Faces trashy club near Arkham to be the height of a funny joke this evening. Then again she is absolutely bat shit most nights so her sense of humor is not really reliable or to be trusted. Anyhow Stockholm showed up earlier to check the place out, make sure the Security had an idea of what they were dealing with, and in general get started with a drink. She can't really come into one of his clubs without feeling a bit of the Dent vibe. She has on a sort of flannel pattern jacket, one side is yellow and the other is green with a pair of leather pants and boots. Halfway across her hair also goes from bright white to shocking red, a jagged transition accomplished by a waxy hair color product that can wash out fairly easily. Slung around her waist like some sort of gunslinger is a gunbelt with two large pistols on it. "So I was saying that I would kill the asshole with his own tongue depressor if he didn't give me two ..." to the nonplussed bartender when she stops in the middle of the sentence and spins around on the barstool and throws her arms in the air. "Harls!!" there are two empty glasses by her, also a knife embedded into the bartop with a hundred under the blade and a fifty cent piece resting on it.
Helena Bertinelli	When one of the names almost as big as her criminal counterpart escapes Arkham it doesn't take long for the word to spread through the city's dirty underbelly. "I swear, can't leave this city on its own for a few weeks," Huntress muttered under her breath as she traversed familiar ways across the skyline. But it wasn't even because of the Arkham incident that she was out. She had come to gather some surplus gear before regrouping with the connections she's made in New York for a big job.... But Huntress had to at least check out some of the usual places before she headed back up north, run a quick patrol around the dingier parts of the city. Just in case something big changed while she was gone. The usual run had her not far from the Fifty-Fifty. It was a place a lot of the lower scum and villiany that didn't care for the Iceberg Lounge's pricy repitor hung out; when she needed to rough some information out of the stooges. Or catch glimpse of half the clown power couple making her way to the club without really bothering to hide herself. Typical. Huntress stopped on the ledgeside she's jumped to, crouching there to peer at the street below. Just to make sure she wasn't mistaking the stupid outfit of one of the wait staff arriving for a shift. That dual tone hairdye job is a good indicator of the real deal though, isn't it?
Natasha Cranston	There's not much traffic in this part of town. It's a bit off the main traffic lanes, and for some reason people who don't actively need to be near here tend to avoid it when they can. Even cab drivers tend to charge double when going here, either picking up or dropping off, but ultimately cabbies go where they're needed -- even if they generally step on the gas the moment they have an excuse to leave... And it would take a far more acute observer than is normally found on the streets to note that this particular one doesn't seem to have picked up or dropped off anyone even though the door did slam shut, or that for just a moment a shadow passed by the pool of light from one of the few functioning street lamps.     ... Of course, the criminal element in Gotham has significantly more reason to be wary of fluttering shadows from the rooftops.     Natasha looks around, taking in the surroundings as she makes her way to the Fifty/Fifty. Gotham is not her usual stomping ground, but reliable info from one of her agents suggests that Quinzel made her way into this area after eluding the Punisher, and the sooner she's back in Arkham the more likely it is that the Punisher will find somewhere else to indulge his homicidal death wish...
Harley Quinn	"Stockholm, the person, not the syndrome." Harley chuckles at something, shaking her head, and sighing out big. "Ohhhh, I'm a cave-in of laughs." And she then settles her mallet, round side down, on the ground and lets it bounce against the counter as it hits. "You know the guy at the front told me I couldn't bring in my boxing glove gun, or my poison gas monkey toy. I had'ta leave them at the door." And she stares at Julia's guns and shakes her head, "Why, that's jus' playin' favorites. I don't understand why there isn't equal treatment. What am I, chop liver?" And then she reaches down and presses in a bit on her abdomen, and uses her other hand to push in on the other side, and then sighs out. "Whew. Nope." And looking around she grins, "This place has got some class. I like the way the lap dances offset the dilapidated interior. Though, I still ain't understand why they don't let dogs inside. You couldn't make this place less sanitary if you filled it with saxitoxin laced roaches." Looking over to Julia though as Harley spins herself on the rickety stool she's on, which squeaks from lack of lubrication every turn, "I was really disappointed we didn't get to do no laundry chute escape. Next time fer sure. I gotta say, though, that Punisher, he's pretty dreamy. THe way he was bashing Nightwing into the ground, again and again." She's using her arm to demonstrate an up and down motion, "He was probably flirtin' with me."
Stockholm	"I know right?!" to which is isn't immediately certain. The unfair treatment at the door. The lack of allowing dogs inside. The saxitoxin. The lack of escape hijinks. "I mean way to wreck two weeks worth of planning. It was ridiculously fun to intercept someone who applied to work as an orderly, throw them in a wood chipper, pose as them for several interviews, and then make that plan!" Ah must be upset about the lack of laundry chute escapes. "I called the Punisher a hack on social media but I think he is too dumb to notice." pause "Wait do you think he was flirting... maybe he really kills criminals because he is in the closet and secretly wants to be a criminal... though I mean he is a criminal what with all the murdering and lack of due process." "Also Bartender get her a round on me .. we are totes celebrating!" There is a moment then when Stockholm pauses and then looks at the door and then back at Harley and then at the door. "Wait... the guy at the door made you do what?" she pauses a moment. "Harley. There isn't a door guy.. this place is a shithole?" concern for her fellow, did someone scam her out of her boxing glove gun or poison monkey toy?
Helena Bertinelli	Let's be honest. It's not just the criminals constantly looking over their shoulders for bat shaped shadows. Huntress keeps expecting him to pop up like he does, as much to rattle her cage over some of her methods as it would be to deal with Miss Quinn.... But the Bat hasn't dropped in. Yet. Maybe something bigger was going on elsewhere in Gotham. Or maybe he was taking a vacati--hah, she can't even think that without starting to snicker. Okay, back to business. And while extreme force wasn't off the table, Huntress wasn't about to barge into a bar full of thugs on her own without at least having enough of a reason to. Instead she drops down closer to street level, intent on getting a closer look inside before she possible does anything... brash, let's say. She may have a tendancy to be aggressive and blunt but she's not -stupid-.
Natasha Cranston	The Shadow, too, has taken to the rooftops. Not because she needs to to remain unseen, but especially in this area of mostly low-rise construction it's a more efficient way to traverse distances - sure, there are slightly more obstacles, but virtually none of them are mobile, which tends to be a traceuse's main criteria for determining difficulty.     ... Plus, night-time parkour runs are more pleasant than trying to navigate the streets.     The dark purple is an excellent camouflage color this late at night; Natasha only spots the Huntress' presence when she alights on the same rooftop, and even then only because of the white trim lines.     Fortunately, Oracle had been courteous enough to provide a briefing on the Who's Who of Gotham, even if she - perfectly reasonably - declined to include the true identities of those not on the villain list.     Flickering back into visibility like a bad special effect from a 90s movie, the Shadow takes care to deliberately make some noise with her footsteps to announce her presence to a potential ally before speaking. "Good evening... Huntress, I believe you prefer to be called?"
Harley Quinn	There's a bit of a blink, "Oh, you were plannin' two weeks out?" Reaching up and scratching at her head, she offers, "I was kind of jus' plannin' on working it as it came to me. That's what I did that last time, it seemed to work out well enough. Why a wood chipper though? Don't you know it's cheaper ta rent a chainsaw?" And the conversation shifts, "No, not flirtin' with being a criminal. Flirting with me. Maybe I impressed him with the way I deftly danced down the stairs that he decided he wasn't going to kill me, and instead, wanted ta be with me. It's going to break his heart when I tell him I'm already taken. But I'm flattered. He was willin' to fight Nightwing over me." A look to the drinks, and she shrugs a little bit, getting the drink and taking a small sip, "I gotta watch my empty calories. I was told by a sentient fish recently that I look tender. Oh, that reminds me, I also met a very adorably soft and cute pooka. Never caught his name though." Which reminds her, she pulls out a very worn pack of Juicy Fruit and offers it in the direction of Julia, "Gum?"
Stockholm	Julia is still squinting a bit at the door wondering if they are going to need to murder a door guard. Also the thing about Stockholm is she isn't fronting, she probably did feed some poor lady into a wood chipper just to use her identity for a couple weeks. "Oh.. no..I didn't rent one. I just used one that the park service had out in one of the parks for some cleanup after the last wind storm. It was way funnier to see the looks on the early morning joggers faces that way when they happened across the work place in the park." Pause "I may have redirected the output port towards the sidewalk first ... to be fair I was trying to spell a riddle with it but it turns out that liquid person doesn't go nearly as far as you want it to. I think I would honestly need like twenty people to spell something out proper. Also you need to use big letters I learned. At the offer of gum, Julia reaches out and snacks one from the pack. God knows it may blow up, poison her, or just be gum. Still it isn't like she is competing with Harley for anything and this is an official girl's night out. "Thanks don't mind if I do. Do you remember the gum by the foot.. that was fun." Pause "You met a faerie trickster spirit?"
Helena Bertinelli	Once she finds herself a better vantage point Huntress crouchs down, and pulls the collapsable binoculars from her utility belt. Small, easy to store, perfect for stakeouts. She at least tried to keep her 'toys' on the practical side. But they're enough to get a limited view... Of two very crazy ladies in spite of that having a seemingly normal 'night out' despite the venue of choice. Hmm. Though it could always be a trick of some kind. Or-- The footstep behind her catchs her attention. Huntress opens her mouth to start some snappy remark, but pauses a moment when she glances over her shoulder and it's a very different figure behind her. "Not the company I was expecting," is all she eventually quips, and turns her attention back to peering at the club through the binocs. "But that is correct."
Harley Quinn	"It was a big bunny actually." And Harley Quinn gets up from the stool and grabs her mallet, "I think I got a meetin' with some plumbing." She says to Stockholm as she leaves her drink, and starts walking into the back where the bathroom happens to be. "Oh, and you should hand paint the words next time. Bit more messy but a person goes a longer distance!" And then is out the back... she will not return during the regular filming of this scene. But she'll be there next time during Drinks Part 2: 20,000 Gallons under the Sink.
Natasha Cranston	There are some superficial similarities - the whole sudden showing up, the tendency to loom unexpectedly out of the darkness, the color scheme (or lack of it), etcetera, but the slouch hat and greatcoat make it obvious that this is /not/ the Bat.     "I rarely am," the Shadow chuckles at Helena's quip as she moves to join Helena on her perch, keeping her motions obvious as a gesture of good will. "I take it from your presence that my agent's information on Doctor Quinn's location was accurate?"
Stockholm	Well it was correct. The Shadows information that is. Right now though Stockholm is chewing gum and blowing bubbles inside waiting for her friend... is that the right word.. associate.. I mean she did come for girl's night before being so distracted or bored she left. Maybe not enough murder or comedy. Anyways Stockholm doesn't know she has been ghosted yet. So she pops a bubble and turns back to the bar now. "So right. I was going to kill that dentist with his own damn tongue depressor if he didn't give me two shots of novacaine."
Helena Bertinelli	"And if you were the unwanted kind, you wouldn't of bothered letting me know you were coming." The Shadow is arguably as infamous as the Bat is. It makes how intentional the footfall was pretty clear. A good precaution for pretty much the exact reason it was done, too. "Looks like she met with someone... but they're not doing much." Huntress confirms, offering over the binocs. "See for yourself." Probably catch a glimpse of Harley heading back for the bathrooms.
Natasha Cranston	The Shadow takes the binoculars in one gloved hand with a nod of thanks, then peers through them. "... It would appear she has already left," they comment after a moment, handing them back.
Stockholm	I mean sure Julia is wanted but she is no Harley Quinn. To be fair if she had any idea about being the 'someone' Harley met with and all she might actually kill everyone in the bar out of sheer pique. "I'm serious.. don't you say I wouldn't kill someone with a tongue depressor or I will demonstrate with this plastic fake ass toothpick you speared into a cherry inb my Manhattan you hack... also who the hell serves Maraschino cherries instead of god be damned Luxardo cherries." At that point she snags the fifty cent piece off the hundred stabbed into the bar with a knife and flips it letting it spin in the air before snapping it up like a snake strike, slapping it on the back ofher other hand and then revealing a normal coin face. "Damn. How does he put up with this shit."
Helena Bertinelli	"What?" Huntress puts the binocs back to her own eyes as soon as they're returned. "Damn. Why are the crazy ones the most slippery?... The other one is still there, but she's just... there. Probably telling some crackpot story." Alas that tale is going to go unheard now. Maybe some day she'll try to learn to read lips. Then probably never actually need it. In the end Huntress huffs as she lowers the binocs and uses her other hand to briefly adjust her mask and make sure it stays in place. "At least it confirms she did come back to Gotham." Not like she'd be likely to go elsewhere? Stranger things have happened. Just the other week Huntress was talking to a fox woman that's also a ninja... Yes an actual fox. Not a woman in a fox themed costume. "It's Harley Quinn. She can't get too far without causing a scene."
Natasha Cranston	"If it were just Doctor Quinn that was the problem, I'd have cheerfully left it to you and Gotham's other resident guardians," The Shadow replies. "I'm a little more concerned because by last report the Punisher was still chasing her, and I don't like to think of what Sergeant Castle will do to the general population here while he's trying to track her down..." Because yes, okay, /maybe/ a lot less thugs on the street might be nice for a while, but not if the price for that is having those streets littered with bullet-ridden corpses...
Stockholm	Julia narrows her eyes at the coin and then stuffs it into a pocket "Swear to god." she levers the knife out of the bar top and then leans to peer down towards the back and the ladies rooms. I mean really she doesn't hear any mayhem or anything ad she got all the way through her dentist story and nearly killed a bartender. "Hm" flipping the knife idly in one hand she finishes off her drink now, brooding.
Helena Bertinelli	There's a notible pause when The Shadow mentions that name. "... That could cause issues, yes." Huntress hasn't met him personally yet, but she's heard that name come up before. Especially while chasing leads up in New York. "People think *I* can be excessive... But I hear he's an entirely different level."
Natasha Cranston	"You use single-shot pistol crossbows and by all accounts prefer to aim to disable rather than to kill. Sergeant Castle prefers fully automatic weaponry and a target-rich environment. I think we'd all prefer it if the only people attempting to cause bloodbaths in Gotham are actual villains," the Shadow agrees. "If she's put back in Arkham before he catches up with her again he might decide to go elsewhere."
Stockholm	Her drink finished she picks up and slams back Harley's drink and then levers to her feet and goes back to check on her associate. Blowing a bubble on the way. By the time she comes out of the ladies room she is super annoyed. Annoyed enough when a drunk guy comes up to the men's room and makes a really snide comment to her she just up and stabs him right in the front of the neck and leaves him gurgling and bleeding on the floor unable to cry out for help because his vocal chords are diced. "Son of a bitch." and with a head shake she heads out the back of the bar into the alleyways.
Helena Bertinelli	"It's hard to pump information out of a dead man," Huntress replies as she stands. "And a corpse doesn't get to reconsider all the terrible choices they made in life." The pistol crossbow is drawn, if only so she can load it with the grappler line from her belt. "Let's just say I'm more willing than some capes to go that extra measure of expressing that point." The crossbow is raised and fires the grappling line towards one of the higher rooftops. That seems to be a popular method of getting around the urban landscape for Gotham crimefighters. "When I come across one of the Bats I'll let them know you're here looking into... unwanted company from out of town. You probably know how, ah, territorial a certain someone can be."
Natasha Cranston	"We've met already," the Shadow replies, fading back into shadows as she steps away. "But they'll appreciate the reassurance, I'm certain. Give the Oracle my regards when they speak with you."     And with that, the rooftop appears empty once more, two vigilantes each going their own way.     Meanwhile, in the back of the Fifty/Fifty, a drunk who made a terminally bad decision is bleeding out his last on the bathroom tiles, unnoticed until someone comes to clean the stalls. Such, too, is life in Gotham sometimes. ..