Part 1 - The Heist (Gemini)

[harley]

Players: Harley and Gemini
Location(s): Gotham Electronics
Plot Summary: Harley and Gemini steal TVs, among other things, to bring to their sleepover.

Humming to herself, Harley sat in a chair with her legs tossed over the arm, her toes rubbing against Lou's back. In her hands was a notebook, a list of locations crossed off, save for one. "Fireworks from the warehouse...check. Balloons from the latex factory...check. Diamond bracelets from Gotham's elite...check. Pizza chef from the parlor..." Harley trailed off as she looked over her shoulder at the overweight bald man tied up in the corner, attempting to form words through his gag. "...check. TV from the store...not check."

Wrinkling her face in frustration, Harley threw the notepad across the room, watching as Bud jumped on it and ate it. The playful act brought a smile to Harley's paper-white face as she jumped off the chair, grabbing her cap from the table. Pulling the black and red jester's hat onto her head, Harley tucked the stray blonde strands into it and smiled to the chef, before skipping out of the room, leaving Bud and Lou to 'watch' their visitor.

Gemini was already informed of the time and location, just as they had planned all the other heists, leaving media reporters baffled at their antics. When Harley found herself standing in front of the electronics store, she didn't hesitate to wait for Gemini, the lady would show. From the windows, the display TVs were clear as day, large and inviting to people who wouldn't be able to afford them. The store itself was dark, well after hours, but the streetlamps helped to light the way. Harley's flashlight didn't hurt either, as she made no secret about her interest in the shop.

It was Gemini's turn to 'open' the store tonight, and Harley was sure that any minute her partner in crime would swing open the door. If not, Harley brought a brick.

[Gemini]

She plopped down on the counter, a price gun in her hand and a quite scared looking young man lying on the floor, with a fake arrow stuck on his head and tears rolling down his eyes. See... what happened was, I told Shaundi ' If we're going to go to Vegas Night, then I want to be the mobster.. and you have to be MY squeeze. But of course, with her A Personality, we got into such a huge connundrum and.. oh did you say something babe? She hopped off the counter, smoothed out her company shirt and pants and pulled the tape off of her friend's mouth. Let me go... you crazy bitch, please.. She put her hands up to her chest and let off a short 'aww' You're so sweet, babe.. but I gotta let in Harley first... give me a minute.

She blew her boy a kiss and stalked out of the isles, one hand extended, the other folded across her chess and her feet waltzing her towards the front doors. She crescendo'd next to the shutters, knocking on the steel cage and smiling. Be right with you, dear! Had to tidy up first. She unlocked the security system, opening the gates and allowing Harley into Gem's shattered electronics store. She had caused quite a commotion when she broke in... if Brad was more attentive, she wouldn't have had to break so many things to get him to come looking for her. Pushing the door open for her predecessor, she bowed and changed her form back from Brad's girlfriend to her own natural and beaming shape. Welcome to Best Buy.. we hope you enjoy our new line of Widescreen Plasma TVs. She twirled around and skipped towards the back of the store, where they held all the good merchandise.

She had her eye on one specific TV. 70 inches, Plasma, Widescreen.. Free Netflix! She could watch Adventure Time all the way up to the party jumping off! On her way over, she gestured over to Brad and frowned. My loser boyfriend, Brad. 100% Disagrees with our robbing his store.. I tried to vouch for you, but he's such a jerk. Any suggestions on how to handle him? She smiled and hopped back up on the counter, patting her bag of chosen DVDs. hey were going to be watching some great movies tonight. She had gotten something for every movie fan, Action, Romance, Comedy, Horror, Mean Girls... oh very yes. She looked back over at Harley and failed to suppress her smile. Here she was, working with her Original Siren's Counterpart, throwing the biggest super party since the Iceberg Lounge had a free drinks marathon. There was no way.. that anything, anywhere.. could get her down from the high she was on.

[harley]

Harley stood in front of that door for years, just waiting for Gem. Okay, so it wasn't years exactly, but given Harley's level of acquired ADHD through her psychosis, it sure felt like years. When the door finally did open, Harley dropped the brick on the floor and clapped her hands at Gemini's shape-changing. "Do it again, do it again!" Almost as if she were five, Harley smiled at Gemini as she nearly bounced up and down from excitement. Yes, this was going to be a fun night.

Cartwheeling into the shop, Harley did a series of pointless flips before landing in front of the clerk, cocking her head to the side as she looked at him. He had those big eyes, the kind that deer get when they know they're about to get run over. Leaning in close to him, Harley reached out and stroked his hair, making soft noises as him as if she were trying to calm down a child. "Don't be afraid, I'm here now. Ya won't have to worry any longer."

As if from thin air, Harley seemed to materialize a handgun in her palm. Seriously, where does one keep a handgun in a skin-tight costume? Regardless, Harley had her trusty handgun, pointing it at Brad. Squeezing the trigger, Harley watched him flinch in pain, trying to scream from terror as the 'BANG' flag popped out. This threw Harley into a fit of hysterics, looking to Gemini for her reaction. "He was so scared Gem, those eyes, looked almost like a clown."

Done with their captive, Harley quickly lost interest in the boy and took up interest in where ever Gem was heading, which happened to be to the back. There they had all the good stuff, the TVs with the full theatre set-ups, not to mention the cheap DVDs they 'threw' in with the bundle, mainly because no one wanted them. It was like a nerd's Heaven, but for criminals too. "Oooh. I think we need at least three, right? Or four, one for each wall. Now that would be surround-sound entertainment." Giggling slightly at her silly joke, Harley grabbed a flatbed cart, pulling it up to the TV that Gem had already picked out. "Do we need Brad to hook all this stuff up? I suppose I could make some of Mistah J's workmen do it too, if they aren't busy. He won't tell me what he's planning lately." Or ever, but Harley ignored that part, as she usually had a way of figuring out his plans.

[Gemini]

Well... if you insist. Name a target, ANY target... and in moments, you'll be conversing with them! She had once considered taking her powers on the road, maybe earning some cash as a sideshow attraction or something but uh... evil paid better, and it got her into clubs more. Honestly, who would you let in.. the clown... or the supervillain? Gem appreciated everything about Harley. Whenever she used her powers around Jade or Ivy they either didn't care or stabbed her in the head. Harley appreciated her powers! Maybe she should team up with her from now on... if she could stomach being around Joker for more than a minute.

As Gem made her way over to the back, she was immensely interested in whatever game Harley had going on. She could see that Brad was comforted, if only for a moment. Before Harley digistructed her gun into her hands. Gem took a step forward and opened her mouth as if she were about to say something. At the 'Bang' flag she jumped up and froze before falling out into throes of laughter. You are the best! I honestly believed you were about to blow his head off... god, I love everything about this night. She was going to leave Brad alone for a while now.. he had far too much going on in his life... and in his pants.

She perused the back wall of televisions and pointed out about... 5 of them. Sanyo TV's are terrible.. we're looking at either a Toshiba set or a Sharp set. Besides this main one.. the others are up to you. She stretched her arm over to the boxed version of her television and hefted it up. Super Strength came in handy sometimes... total bummer whenever she was having 'relations' though. Oh Bradykins? He's going to set them up.. and if he tries to resist, the next gun will be real... Won't it Brad!? She stretched her neck over to Brad's location and smiled in his face, trying to illustrate the sheer insanity he was dealing with. Resetting her body, she placed the TV on the flatbed and shoveled a few Blu Ray players and some speakers on there as well.

Did you bring a truck or something? I don't see us carrying all this back to the par- Oh darn... I forgot to stop over at the supermarket.. we're not going to have anything to drink.. She leaned back against a shelf and groaned. A sleep over with no soda was just plain wrong! How else where they supposed to party on through the night without mass amounts of sugar keeping them charged. Oooh. I know, I'll call Jade and ask her to pick some up when she comes by.... and then I'll go get the Soda myself when she tells me to go to hell. Even with some small lumps, the Double Diamond Extravaganza was still going on.. and was still going to be.. AMAZING! Wanna take a photo to commemorate this amazing occasion!? She pulled out her phone and waved it around with a smile. This would be her best twitpic to date!

[harley]

"Ooh, ooh! Do Batman, do Batman!" Crossing her arms over her chest, Harley glared straight ahead with a very stoic face. "I'm Batman, all dark and brooding so much that I don't know even know Gotham is being robbed. I'm so interested in my little Batkateers, I don't have time to save people anymore." Giggling at her own fun, Harley was so distracted by herself she was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand, planning for her sleep over!

Harley's gaze scanned the entire warehouse room, taking in things that only a thief would notice. There was so much more than just the large TVs to consider, which Gemini had also noticed as she grabbed devices to play movies. Moving around the aisles, Harley picked up a plastic box as she read the cover, the face of her infamous enemy meeting her. Turning it over, Harley crinkled her nose and threw down the box, containing the latest Batman game. Yes, he was an icon to make money off of, especially to teenagers who thought he was the greatest role model ever. "No option for the bad guys. What kind of video game doesn't let you pound on the hero until he's drowning in his own blood?" Disgusted with the game, Harley stepped on it as she walked on, the disc inside crushing under the weight.

"Now, to figure out this truck issue." As Harley eyed the flatbed, which was already starting to look a little full, the wheels in her head turned on how to get this stuff back. It wasn't really planned out, Joker usually took care of that kind of stuff. Not that the Fun Fatale wasn't a good villain in her own right, she just didn't usually work with overly large objects. Money, diamonds, gold, that was where a woman's interest lied. Picking up her own TV selection, Toshiba's newest toy, Harley walked it to the cart and placed it beside Gem's pick.

The Queen of Clowns wasn't always the brightest crayon in the box, earning many of her grades through manipulation of the human mind rather than her own brain, but she wasn't stupid either. Thinking quickly on her feet was natural, which had gotten Harley out of many jams before. Without a word, Harley took off across the floor, backflipping her way to the far wall. Once close, Harley vaulted herself effortlessly into the air, grabbing onto a large chain against the wall. Giving her best aerial 'tada' pose, Harley slowly began to descend to the ground as the pulley-system opened the large loading dock door. Outside sat the delivery truck, shined up and ready for driving. "We paid for delivery, right?"

Feet touching the ground, Harley hooked the chain into place and leaned against the wall. Of course there was a delivery truck, every large electronics place had one. It was how they suckered their customers out of more money.

[Gemini]

Batman? A worthy challenge... one to gauge every fiber of her being.. could she play the dark detective.. nay, could she BECOME... the Dark Detective? The answer was a resounding 'No', and Harley's rendition of him was 100 times better than anything she could've thrown together. Bravo! Bravissimo! Much better actress than I could ever aspire to be. Maybe Harley could teach Gem her ways in the hopes that the young rubber could return to her planty mother born again... and draped in the world's finest crazy. She wouldn't mind living that story.

Gem was going through her hardware collection when she noticed Harley smashing things. You know... in the first game in that series, there is an option to play as Mistah J and beat up on some Arkham Guards. Risky choice by the designers... but it was fun regardless. She had logged numerous hours in that game, flying around.. collecting trophies and beating people up... You have a much more prominent role in the second game... speaking of which... are you a fan of duct tape? She might've been reaching on that one, but it still made her giggle on the inside.

Gem finished her little shopping list, picking up a few of the CD's they had floating around the shelves and what not. These would make amazing cannon fodder to toss at some of the hero girls that showed up for the festivities. If Batgirl showed up she was getting a disc.. RIGHT in the eye. Following Harley with the flatbed, she was in an amazing position to see just how this acrobatic psychiatrist got down. She placed her phone in her teeth and snapped a few shots of this grandiose display. Culminating with a great, hyper saturated picture of Harley hanging off the chain. Followers... all she could see was the followers. Delivery! The best! The Best, The Best, The Best! She moved over to the back of the truck and flung open the back hatch, wheeling the gear inside, she ran back to the store for the most important asset!

Come on, Brad. Look. You come set up the TVs and stuff for us, we'll hook you up with a slice of free pizza and then send you on your merry way, no harm.. no foul. She helped him onto his feet and carried him daintily over towards the truck. Tossing him in the back, she slammed it shut, wrapped it up in the padlock and hopped in the passenger's seat. I guess we're all set now.. I'm gonna send out the final texts, check and make sure everyone is on their way... wait do we have anything else to take care of? I feel like this one was just... far too simple. She glanced out the window, knowing for sure that the whole night was going to be jinxed.

[harley]

The Harlequin was fluid and graceful, made from years of gymnastic competitions. This was what gave Harley Quinn her edge, this is what made her stand out. Nearly impossible to catch, the white-faced clown was a master at jumping around the place, dodging moving projectiles, regardless of their speed or accuracy. She was annoying, was really what she was. Unless you were on her side, then she was an asset, and a darn good one. Gemini, as well, proved herself a very helpful asset. So far the two had involved themselves in multiple crimes, and not once had the Bat family shown up, not even the cops.

However, nothing was ever perfect when you lived the life of a villain. Sometimes, things just went wrong, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. So with the truck loaded and the 'guest' packed away, Harley was right behind Gemini to get out of there without a hint of problem. Jumping into the driver's seat, Harley felt it was finally time to pull out the camera, leaning against Gemini as she turned the phone camera to face them, taking a picture. "I always wait until the end, can never be too sure. Unless of course the B-Man shows up, a picture with him is worth something on the internet."

Turning the keys, which were left conveniently in the ignition for a quick delivery, Harley was just about to put the truck in reverse and speed away from the dock, that is until the red and blue lights took over the darkness. Harley waited patiently until one of the police cars drove up behind them, blocking them in their spot. Shifting into reverse, Harley smashed down on the gas pedal and the truck went flying back into the cruiser, knocking it out of the way with ease. Brad better make sure those TVs don't get ruined, or I'm using him as the first pinata when the party starts.

The truck continued it's backward movements, as Harley navigated through the streets of Gotham in reverse, a persistent police car following them. "Don't suppose ya can turn this truck into something else, huh? Or better yet, how good are ya with shooting moving ducks?" Her tell-tale Brooklyn accent flowed off her tongue as Harley's eyes were pinned to the rear-view mirror, watching other cars swerve out of the way, honking as though it was going to fix the situation any.

[Gemini]

Gem put on her widest smile for the team photo that Harley snapped. She wouldn't have minded kissing it and leaving it there at the crime scene, if only to piss off whoever came by the next morning to see their store absolutely shattered. Of course, she recognized that bad crime etiquette was a surefire way to lose your freedom, and she opted to save it for when she left Gotham. Oh yeah, I'd pay thousands for a picture with Batman. I robbed him the other day, did I tell you? She was still trying to devise a way to spend all of that money, so far she had Diamond Pony at the top of her list.

Now, not being as seasoned as Harley in robbery, Gem did panic a little when the boys in blue showed up behind the truck. Her arms fell to her sides and stretched until they hit the floor, ready to swing out and suffocate someone... but good old Harley had a better idea. She ran the cars over and moved off down the street, leaving Gem howling in laughter. Oh there is no way this day is going to get any better! She unbuckled her seatbelt and winded down her window, looking up to see the cops still reeling towards them. Brad'll take care of it.. he wants to live to see second base.

Gem dug into her bag and pulled out a small pistol. Nine Millimeter, nothing overly fancy but still enough to get the job done. I win the prize every time I go to the carnival, I got this. She stretched her body to almost liquid like proportions and flowed out of her seat, twirling through the air before landing on the roof of the speeding truck. She stretched her limbs out, enjoying the breeze in her hair and the beautiful glow of the sun falling down over the horizon. All around the stactus plant... the stalker chased the baaandit. She raised the pistol and exhaled, her arm steadying and the jack in the box jingle playing on repeat in her head. The stalker thought twas all in fun.. She took a step back and threw her arm forward, stretching it out towards the cop cars until it and the gun were level with the car tires.

POP! Goes the bandit! She fired two quick shots, popping the tire and sending the lead car into a frenzy! Trying to stabilize, it ended up turning sideways until it flipped and started tumbling down the road. Other cars tried to avoid it, but Gem used the remaining 11 bullets to pop some more tires and cause more ruckus. By the time she was empty, there was a great big ball of fire and metal lying in the road, slowly sinking away into the horizon as the truck moved out. She slithered back into her seat, tossed the gun out the window and sighed. I think we should ditch the truck as soon as possible... we might've just alerted the bats that we're in town, looking for some fun... I do have an idea for a disguise though... it'll be fuuuun. She wouldn't promise Harley any fun without meaning it. This was going to be good.

[harley]

It didn't take even a second for Gemini's words to sink in as Harley began to see dollar signs. Rob Batman? Now that had to bring some cash with it, considering all those fancy bat cars he drove around in, and that never-ending utility belt. Yes, Harley would have to hear this story. "What'd ya get from the Bats? His utility belt? Please say it's his belt. I bet that would look good on ya." The image flashed into Harley's mind, as she strutted around Joker's hideout with Batman's belt on. The things she could do with that. A twisted grin came to the clown's face as she imagined the possibilities.

Shaking her thoughts away, Harley had to focus on the task at hand, taking care of the cops. As Gem left the cab of the truck, Harley watched as the bullets pierced the tires, causing a major accident. Lights were flashing everywhere as cars were piled on top of each other, fires beginning to break out. This caused havoc from the oncoming traffic as well, as if trying to avoid Harley's truck wasn't enough, now they were facing a wall of police vehicles. It would be impossible for any of the cops to keep up with them now.

Using an alley to back into, Harley pulled the truck out again in order to drive the correct way. Of course, Gemini was correct, they had to ditch the truck. To do so, though, they would need something just as big for all the loot to fit into. "What kinda disguise Gemini? Won't be hard to find us a bigger truck, the amount of semis that come through Gotham to deliver, we can have our pick. Unless, you have a truck picked out as well?"

Glancing in the rear-view mirror, Harley puckered her lips together as she used the tip of her finger to fix a spot on her make-up. The police had forced her to smudge her lipstick with her white-face, it was unforgivable. "If we see those cops again, they're going to pay for ruining my make-up. Brad got off without meeting my big pistol, but the next cop wont." Her eyes narrowed in the reflection from the mirror as she talked about her signature gun. A large handgun, literally, it held only one bullet, but a very big bullet at that. Thankfully for Harley, she only ever needed one shot.

"So where to now Gemini?" Perking up again, Harley's grin was back as she looked at her partner. From the back of the truck, sounds could be heard as metal scrapped along the asphalt, the damage from ramming the cruiser. It was time to trade trucks.

[Gemini]

I wish I had snagged his belt... Nah, I went to Wayne Enterprises and took some of his bankroll from Wayne. 98.5 Million Dollars, cold steaming cash. Richest Teenager in the free world! She threw her arms in the air like she had just scored a winning touchdown. She wasn't allowed to brag about her big bucks to Ivy or Jade.. but Harley seemed like a kindred spirit. When this is all over... we should totally go find bats and take his belt off of him... best conclusion to the best night ever? Chyeah. She smiled and swirled around in her seat like she couldn't hold her excitement.

She smiled as she thought of the best way to handle this situation. Okay.. for this to work, I'm going to need to make use of your amazing reputation and your astounding good looks. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small phone. She used this whenever she was masquerading as Joy, so it shouldn't trace back to Gemini. Pull the truck up.. over here on the side of the road and hop out, would you kindly? Gem loaded a second mag into her pistol and hopped out of the cab, making her way over to a street lamp before she got into character.

Okay... scared, terribly scared, enough adrenaline to run, too much fear to think straight... out of breath, Harley Quinn... I can do this! She dialed 911 on her phone and waited a moment, still trying to figure her accent out. As soon as the operator picked up however, she snapped into character. Bashing into a wall, she mumbled incoherently into the phone for a moment before she could sense the concern in the operator's tone.

I'm on the corner of mulholland and lane drive... Harley.. freaking Quinn almost ran me over in a truck.. my leg is broken and she has a gun.. please send help! Her voice was a symphony of holding back sobs, frightened shrieks and panic. The operator confirmed an ambulance and a police cruiser to the scene. Hurry.. please god hurr- She cut herself off with the firing of her pistol. She fell to the ground and fired a round through the phone, cutting it off.

She lay on the floor for a moment before quietly muttering, ... scene. She rose from her fetal position and smiled, taking in Harley's face and the slightly noticeable smudge. Ambulance shows up, you get your rumble with the cops, I take care of the EMT. Toss all the gear in the back of the ambulance and then we drive em both back to the party like there's no mañana! As far as she could surmise, this was a good plan. Sure there was room for error but with most of the city focused on the wall of death she had made, this would go by rather smoothly.

[harley]

Taking the utility belt? Oh yes, it was a wonderful thought, though not practical for this night. They had already drawn too much attention to themselves and didn't need to walk right into Batman's hands, it would need to wait for another night. Harley would even consider taking about the plan with Joker, and see what her tips her beau might have for the female duo. "Can't go after the belt tonight Gemini, too risky. Besides, we can't afford to risk being late to our own party. Who would get the fireworks set up?"

In truth, the fireworks were already set, just waiting to go off. Directed out the window, they were the grand start to the party. Red and white fireworks, to represent Miss Harley's outfit. As if that wasn't grand and obvious enough, Gemini had sent out an invitation to all the eligible ladies in the area...and other areas too. Gotham, Metropolis, Star City, it didn't matter. Villain or hero, young or old, Harley was having a sleep-over and it was time to get the lady-bonding on. If a few disposable police officers suffered, well, Harley was more than able to stomach that.

As Harley's looks were brought into the topic, the clown smiled her prettiest and batted her eyelashes. Often more effective when she was out of make-up, the blue-eyed vixen was a master at manipulating people. That psychology degree had not gone to waste. "Got it." Gemini didn't give Harley much of a warning in terms of pulling the truck over, as Harley yanked on the wheel, pulling the truck to the sidewalk, the front passenger tire going up onto the curb. From the back of the truck, you could hear muffled whimpers and things sliding around.

Turning in her seat, Harley pounded on the back of truck. "Ya better be keeping that equipment safe Brad!" Rolling her eyes, Harley hopped out of the cab with Gemini, as Gem began her acting. Now, normally Harley wouldn't call attention to herself by actually calling the cops. In fact, the only person insane enough to do that was usually the Riddler, with his obnoxious clues. However, Gemini said she had a plan, so Harley would go along with it.

Sirens were already heard off in the distance, responding to the large crash no doubt, but there was also the distinctive sound of sirens coming at them from the other direction. They would be blocked in, and would have only one shot to make it work. Gripping her large pistol, Harley stood in the middle of the road, her free hand on her hip as she jutted it out, leaving her in a very seductive pose. The wait wasn't long as the police and ambulance showed up, along with a fire truck as usual. Raising her pistol, Harley took aim and squeezed the trigger. The 'bullet' shot out of the muzzle and broke through the windshield of the first police cruiser, lodging itself in the glass. The elongated projectile simply read 'BOOM' as it exploded, causing yet another car crash. It was sure to draw both the EMTs out of the ambulance, in such a hurry that they left the keys in the ignition.

Jumping and down clapping her hands, Harley winked to one of the crashed cop cars as she sprang into a series of back handsprings, dodging the bullets that were flying at her. Simple magic tricks, misdirection, as the police focused on Harley's tricks, they wouldn't even think to care about Gemini.

[Gemini]

No Bat Hunting? Lame. Lamer than the lamest springs in lame town, USA. Population 27. I guess so... next time I'm in Gotham though, totally. She had to stop herself from saying 'Partyin, Partin, Yeah!' Whatever credibility she'd had before as a villain would be shot dead if she started quoting Rebecca Black. Though that song was definitely on the playlist for the night... it would piss the right people off juuuust enough to make things a bit more... festive. Or possibly just ruin everyone's night and have to clean up the party alone. EITHER WAY! Fun was to be had.

As the Truck almost flipped over due to poor turning ability, she felt a twinge of annoyance at the sounds coming from the back. Brad was such a buzz kill... as soon as he set up the TV's he was getting punted into the river... and.. and summarily fished out and fed to Harley's adorable hyena. The river dunking was just to make him moist... no one liked a dry meal. As she finished her acting seminar, she saw Harley going about something... oh so delicious. Out in the middle of the road like a painted up strumpet, she was the perfect vision of one of those trucker mudflaps. Sexy Blonde with a Big Gun... bone city.

Gem quietly fell back into the shadows, circling around to the back of the oncoming enforcement officers and marvelled at just how much mayhem they were causing. There was no way in hell that any gun could hold a bullet with that much explosive potential. If anyone lit a match around it the wrong way there could be a miniature nuke going off. Gem watched Harley dance away from the hail of bullets and just smiled. Her predecessor was an amazing woman.. Gem was beyond proud to be even accepted into her spot on the lineup.

Standing up behind the firetruck, she crept over to the driver and pulled a terminator. Stretching her limbs out from behind him, she closed off his airways and managed to put the kibosh on his heart rate. She laid his body up in the truck and skipped over to the EMTs. She had learned this one by playing video games. Sneaking up behind the closer of the two, she wrapped her arm around his neck and fell down to her knees, bringing his neck to her shoulder and knocking him smooth out. The last surviving 'hero' in the area was now surrounded on all sides and things were not looking good.

Look, Dude... we're just gonna take your cars and roll out back to out bachelor pad of evil. You can fight us... and die, or you can drop your gear, give me your phone and your talkie... and go meet Brad. I'm not adverse to ending your life... right here and right now. She slid closer to him the entire time, her arms slinking down to the ground and curling up, to show her capacity for murder. When he started taking off his gun and gear, she smiled and wheeled past him.

Had to transfer all of her gear from Truck A to Truck B, which was time consuming and of course Brad just wouldn't shut up! She had to strap him down to a gurney in the ambulance and sit the lone hero next to him, with a dose of uh... Local Anesthetic. Finishing the transfer, she stood in the middle of the road, wondering just what was next. Sure they could just drive off and call it a day and yet... she couldn't put her finger on why something felt off. Is it just me... or do you feel like we're missing something here. Sure driving off would be the best thing to do but uh... I dunno, I'm confused. She glanced over at her hero and waited for her amazing insight which was sure to be either funny or actually informative.

[harley]

Harley's body flipped around and around as bullets flew past her, trying to slow her down. One bullet grazed her arm, ripping her costume. Suddenly, Harley stopped flipping, pouting as she looked at the rip. It was fixable, tiny even considering where it came from, but that didn't ease Harley's mind. Looking up, the clown's face was distorted from her usual cheerful smile to an angered glare. "Who ripped my suit? Can't a gal go out and pick up some equipment to fill her new home without people getting in the way?"

Big pistol in hand, Harley cartwheeled herself over to one of the police and slammed the metal handgun against his head. He fell to the ground, suffering from a concussion, as the other officers trained their weapons on Harley. Fortunately for her though, they were afraid to pull the trigger, less a stray bullet hit their fellow officer at Harley's feet.

"Games are just starting boys." In one quick motion, Harley reached down and grabbed the weapon from the fallen cop, raising the handgun as she fired at the police, hitting them one by one. Sure, they had bullet-proof vests, but the force of the blow was enough to stun them momentarily. "Ya really should go play that duck shooting game at the carnival more often, it helps ya shoot better."

The Cupid of Crime chuckled to herself as she did a backflip over the police car, retreating away from the law enforcement. Gemini had been doing everything right as Harley distracted the cops. They knew what Gemini was doing, though in Gotham, threat #1 was always the priority, and in this situation, that was Harley Quinn. The Joker's love-interest, and usually always attached at his hip. It was no surprise that the whole city seemed to turn out when Harley Quinn was reported to be running around, as the Joker was likely to appear any moment.

Waving goodbye to the cops, Harley did a couple of well-timed bows as bullets flew above her bent-over body, right where her head would have been, had she been standing. With Gemini in the back of the ambulance with Brad, Harley was left with the driver's seat, her favorite place to be. Jumping inside, she slammed the red door shut and floored the gas pedal, the large vehicle roaring to life. Bullets could be heard hitting the side of the ambulance as Harley drove away from the wreckage, heading towards her temporary hideout.