𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Crane remained lounging on the corner ottoman bench as the room filled with fear gas. And so it goes. He had theories regarding how each individual would react to the fear agent and now it came time to test these theories. As the gas dissipated he stood up from his spot in the corner of the room to observe assist the individual ahead of him. “Are you alright?” he asked, doing his best to sound concerned. “I’m a doctor. Let me help you.”

CURIOUS ANONS / accepting !

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Skillful steps moved around the festival, hazel eyes carefully observing the crowd, the cat hunting for her next target in the multitude of heroes and vigilantes. She avoided familiar faces, managing to pass right by them undetected, utilizing her surroundings to distract them and avoid being seen. Even if the search could be consider unethical, Selina was determined to complete the task and earn the money, telling herself as long as she didn’t personally know the heroes, then it didn’t matter what the anonymous sender did with the information. Besides, why should she care? Why shouldn’t she take advantage of the situation? Why shouldn’t she look out for herself and those that relied on her in Park Row? At the end of the day, Selina needed to do what was best for her, what would help her ditch Gotham and it’s mob families, no matter what that meant for the so called heroes. Her gaze settled on an interesting prey, the brunette moving forward with the intention of getting their attention, her plans interrupted when she was suddenly thrown off balance. “Coño!” she exclaimed, throwing an elbow back in an attempt to get the person off her. Selina turned around, prepared to not only curse whomever it was out but to kick their ass if she needed to. Her eyes widened at the sight of pink and blue dyed blonde hair instead, a small laugh escaping her lips as she pulled the jester into a tight hug. “I told you to never sneak up on me!” After a moment, she pulled away, her look of relief disappearing, slapping Harley on the arm. “Where the hell have you been?”

harley can’t help but erupt into a fit of laughter when she catches selina off guard, lifting a hand to rub at the sore but totally worth it spot on her arm. joining the other’s attempt to sneak around the festival was almost too tempting an offer for the harlequin. especially after putting two and two together and realizing selina was most likely cashing in on whatever this anonymous sender wanted with her and her cohorts. the expression across her features are quick to form to a short-lived pout, well aware that her powers of manipulation via pouting most likely didn’t work on selina as well as they did ivy. “my apologies, pretty kitty. i didn’t mean t’ spook ya’.” the question has harley lifting a hand to idly play with the zipper of her jacket, gaze averting momentarily before shrugging. “here an’ there. why, did ya’ miss me, sel?” she wears a grin that stretches from ear to ear as she leans into the other, pinky extended to link with her friends. “i’m assumin’ you got that text too?” it isn’t exactly why harley came back to gotham - she didn’t really feel up to a mission right now, but her insatiable curiosity made it impossible to stay away from the city for much longer. well, that and she might’ve missed her better halves. 

ivy was beginning to doubt her plan the more time dragged on. she’d lost track of just how long she’d been at this ridiculous thing but knew it’d been longer than she planned, all in an effort to catch a glance of the blonde. perhaps she’d underestimated the effect joker’s death would have on the younger woman. after her father’s death, she felt nothing but freedom and relief after all he’d put her and her mother through, but ivy knew those scars didn’t run nearly as deep as harley’s. she’d seen the vicious cycle and knew firsthand how those kinds of things ended but losing harley wasn’t something she was sure she could do. as much as she hated to admit it she had gotten under her skin more than anyone else ever had, and part of her didn’t even mind it. green eyes widened at the approaching figure, of course, she would show up as soon as ivy was getting ready to bail. ❝ harley. ❞ she breathed out, unable to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching upwards at the sight of her. the disappearance hadn’t surprised her given the circumstance but it did sting a bit and leave her worried about the other’s well-being. ❝ that’s because i’m not, at all, but i know you are. i had a feeling you wouldn’t miss out on this. ❞

harley’s lips form into a toothy grin as the redhead speaks her name, the clown finding that she missed the other a lot more than she'd been letting on. “huh, i shoulda known. i’m startin’ t’ think you know me better than i know myself, red.” it’s almost as though harley’s trying to tiptoe around the elephant in the room, not wishing to ruin their reunion with talk of the joker. he didn’t deserve a place in her life when he was alive, and harley would be damned if he had one now. though it took some time and a bit of self-convincing, harley wanted to look at this situation as a fresh start. she wasn’t going to dedicate her life to fighting crime and don a big black bat suit, but she was going to play with the hand she was dealt - and play it well. it was about time harley had control of her own life, wasn’t it? “what can i say? i see a ferris wheel an’ i come runnin’.” shoulders raise idly in a shrug as she reaches for ivy’s hand tentatively. “i didn’t mean t’ leave ya’ hangin, pam. just couldn’t really be around alla’ this.” she’s lacing her fingers through ivy’s, an apologetic smile working its way onto her features. “well... did ya’ miss me?” 

CURIOUS ANONS / accepting !

June didn’t often attend events like this. She kept a low profile most of the time. She was just an ordinary girl hosting a demonic witch. Didn’t exactly make for great small talk. She sat nearby the outskirts of the festival, sketching the view. She really didn’t want to wonder into a house of mirrors or something and see the living nightmare that was the Enchantress, staring back at her. She sipped her hot coffee, the only thing keeping her awake as she enjoyed the view of the festival. So much so she didn’t notice the company that joined her.

though gotham was a city harley knew like the very back of her hand, one she enjoyed reigning over alongside selina and ivy, it couldn’t feel more foreign to her. as soon as the news broke about the joker’s death, she wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. it was as though a weight had been lifted off her chest but the burden of what he turned her into still remained. it was hard to turn a corner without mention or visual representation of the clown which ultimately aided in harley’s decision to go anywhere but the city she had learned to call home. when fall festival time rolled around, the harlequin found herself missing this home, silently hoping that the citywide event would be the new topic of discussion. when a familiar face is one of the first things she sees, harley finds herself gravitating toward the blonde. “well, hiya juney!” she chimes, elbows rested on the tabletop, enthusiasm making itself known on her features. “didn’t really peg you or that discount satanico pandemonium of yers as the festival type.” she offers a wiggle of her brows. “i hope that’s a psl.” 

[ MARGOT ROBBIE, SHE/HER, 33 ] HARLEEN QUINZEL has been spotted in gotham city! the VILLAIN is publicly known as HARLEY QUINN, and have often been described as INTELLIGENT, but also RECKLESS. they have also been affiliated with the GOTHAM CITY SIRENS, and said to mainly operate in GOTHAM. will they help find answers, or add to the chaos?