* THE ONE / THE ONLY

“yeah? alright, harley quinn - i’m mad sweeney in truth, i was a king once,“ he smirked watching her carefully to gauge whether she’d believe him or not. “not lucky for me, wish i could make my own luck then i wouldn’t be having any sort of kind of fucking problems,” he sighed giving a bit of a shrug. “yeah, that’s what the myths want you to believe, love - unfortunately for them, i’m a bit taller in real life. but - ” he stood back and clapped his hands together, bringing forth a small shower of gold coins, “thems part of my hoard, be careful with it, they’ll poof on ya.” he added with a smirk and a wink. “believe me now?”

a smirk crossed her lips as she glanced over at the blonde - amusing, off-balance, and willing to play games with people. she seemed right up natasha’s alley of friendly rogues. it’d been a long while since she’d met anyone that didn’t have the morals of a white hat. “do you? lucky for you it’s natural - i have a thing for amoralistic adventurers such as yourself, we’d make quite a team.” she raised a brow at the woman’s remarks about being thrown through a window and made a mental note to ask about it later as she dropped to the floor and did a sweeping kick to take the guy off balance. “i’m natasha.”

kate laughs softly as she looks over at the blonde, relieved that none of the alien goop had gotten onto her. “dunno if i’d personally call it cool, but… it definitely is something.” she replied, pulling another arrow out of her quiver and lining it up with her bow. she holds it at her side, pointed downwards, but was still prepared to use it if needed. “oh, the arrows are pretty cool, yeah. trick arrows are what they’ve called. there’s explosive arrows – the one i just used –, acid arrows, grapple arrow, smoke bomb, electric, net–,” she rambled on. “there’s more too. even a boomerang arrow but i think that one’s kinda silly. clint’s idea, not mine.”

Billy was still coming up short on the whereabouts of his boyfriend, but he did see a woman that oddly reminded him of something… or someone. He shook his head and then that’s when it hit him. ‘Gotham city’. Harley Quinn. His comic books. “No way.” Billy muttered under his breath.  But then something came along and knocked her and her bat a few feet into the air. “I believe its mano e mano. The e means ‘and’.” He offered, but looked at her and the bat. “I’ve actually just seen someone take on of those out with a bat, so I would definitely say go for it. Why not?” Plus he was there to back her up, but he wasn’t going to go into discussion that he read her comics when he was in his own universe…. wait, so that meant the Joker had to be real too, right? His brain kept on going. “You going to try?”

While this new city had exposed Laura to… costumed people, some with strange powers, and some non-humans also with their own abilities, she wasn’t sure if this woman was one of the former, or just dressed eccentrically. It was entirely possible she was stronger than she looked, Laura was also, but she still shot her a doubtful look. “Unless you’re as strong as I am, don’t know if that’ll go well.” Her priority wasn’t to help, and she didn’t make it in time to help her up anyway, but Laura found a place near the blonde and lifted her fists. “Honestly? Go ahead, it might be entertaining.” 

Remy doesn’t really know what the meaning of normal is, but maybe that’s because his entire story was the unusual kind. He smiles though while they talk, not judging at all because haven’t they all had their traumas? Some are worse than others, but maybe nobody is really normal anymore. It was just all an illusion they were all living under. “I could — cards are what Gambit does best.” He pulls out the rest of the deck, a bright pink glow surrounding them to shuffle them in the air between his hands. “Pick a card, any card, CHÈRE.”

things were certainly different about gotham since the last time he entered the gcpd and walked back out. for one, it looked a lot more like new york, and for two; there were aliens. taking in a deep breath and steadying himself, jim closed his eyes before turning towards the nearest group of people and began to heard them away from the oncoming mess. “alright, everyone clear out - this is a gcpd situation and we don’t want anyone to get hurt - i said move!” he yelled - turning to continue giving orders when he came face-to-face with someone he would only assume were of the batman-hero-vigilante variety. “please tell me you’re here to help and not be a new gotham weirdo.”

Remy was always the eccentric type, having a certain dramatic sense of style to how he does almost anything. His personality was LOUD, which is obvious when he entered rooms. “Completely. I wouldn’t want ta be normal. How lame is dat, huh?” The thick accent rolling off his tongue as he speaks. “I’ll stick to callin’ you HARLEY. I would prefer not being on de other end of your mallet. I’m too pretty ta have my face bruised. I prefer blowin’ stuff up myself though, with these.” He says pulling a queen of diamonds playing card out of his pocket.

“someone with a lack of imagination, i expect.“ natasha stated to herself in an answer to the woman who she had been watching for some time, curious about her as she seemed to walk freely through the streets of this bizarre city by her lonesome. brave or foolish, the russian couldn’t quite decide yet. when a thug from the streets seemed to attack the blonde, nat reached for her escrima stick and paused - waiting to see what the other was going to do. “i wouldn’t advise that,” she called out making her presence known as she dropped effortlessly down next to the other woman. “but i don’t mind kicking his ass with you. some men should really learn how to treat a woman.”

“me mam when she were alive, at least i think - “ he called back, already sizing the little pint sized woman up. she gave off the stench of madness and he absolutely loved it. “what’re you supposed to be? a fucking clown?” he asked raising a brow as he approached her, realizing she was just as tiny or maybe a little taller than dead wife. “well sweetheart, i’m probably the best leprechaun you’ll ever set your crazy little eyes on. minus the luck though, i’m afraid my luck belongs to someone else.” he sighed wistfully before smiling almost charmingly at her. “the name’s sweeney, what’s yours love?”

seeing one of those things toss harley to the ground as if she were nothing pissed ivy right off. plant tendrils wrap around the thing seconds after as she moved to stand next to harley. “you don’t need to do it alone, harley,” pamela replied as she approached her girlfriend, giving her a soft smile as she placed her hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “it’s more fun when we do it together, don’t you think?” she said with a smirk, and with one small hand motion the alien is being yanked back down from the sky and towards them. “it’s only fair you get a free hit in, yeah?”

Remy isn’t phased by the hand touching his shoulder, feeling relaxed despite the situation they’re dealing with here. He was used to being surrounded by a little chaos, thriving in it since he was well adapted to many different kinds of predicaments. He had to be ready to find a creative way out of a sticky situation, and this one was no different. His skills have been put up against some ALIENS, but they’re all unconscious — maybe dead, right now. “It keeps life interestin’ dat is for sure. I like bein’ nutty.” Remy admits with a grin spreading across his features. “I don’t believe we have had de pleasure of meeting yet. I’d remember someone so FUN. I’m Gambit, but th’ name is Remy.” He introduces himself placing a hand in his hip.

                “Are you hearing noises? Maybe crazy monkey noises?” 

                  “Could somebody poke them to see if they’re still alive?”

                            “I prefer the term eccentric… but, yeah,                               I guess you could say i’m a little nutty..”