#devespertilio

Welcome back to Isola Radiale, Bruce!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 149.

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

The morning of Valentines Day, Harley had decided she didn’t need anyone. She was better off by herself anyway, at least that’s what she told herself while stuffing cute little chocolates into her mouth. Better off alone, she was going to be just fine. Just her and the babies, that was all she needed. 

After causing a scene true Harley Style, she found herself confronted by none other than the Bat himself. The World’s Greatest Detective, though it didn’t take a genius to figure out who was behind the latest public disturbance. She’d marched toward him, loudly declaring she no longer needed the Joker, she was a strong, independent woman who would be just fine by herself and... Batsy was always kind of attractive, wasn’t he? Even with the cowl, the guy had a killer jawline and Harley couldn’t help herself as she tossed the empty box of desserts over her shoulder and pretty much threw herself at him.

     It’s not a date by any means -- but maybe Clark picked the wrong season to go for lunch to catch up with a friend. The waitress brings flowers to their table, and after he fumbles his way through trying to both thank her and politely decline, she places a little dish of chocolates on the table between them.

     “Well I guess that’s a nice enough gesture, right? I don’t really have the heart to tell them they didn’t have to do this...” Still, he gladly pops one of the chocolates into his mouth. Bitter. He tries not to wince at the unexpected taste, but then again, he’s never liked dark chocolate.

     Across from him, Bruce makes friendly, almost flirty conversation with the waitress when she returns to top up their drinks. In a way, he supposes it’s typical behaviour of Bruce Wayne; the most charming billionaire socialite in Gotham city, the one tabloids rave and gossip about. It angers some part of Clark to see him laugh and smile so freely like this, despite knowing distantly that this persona had never upset him in the past, and his lips twinge into a frown as their waitress walks away.

He dangles, giggling intermittently as the blood begins rushing to his head. His hair is a mess, more than usual, and the adrenaline of the trap is fading, though the high of being near him is more than enough to keep the Joker on edge.

@devespertilio

FROM: <[email protected]> TO: <[email protected]>

Subject: Business partnership proposal

Greetings, Wayne-san.

My name is Battler Ushiromiya, head of the Ushiromiya family. I’m a long time resident of this city with ample access to resources of all varieties, and it is of my desire to apply said resources for the wellbeing of Spirale City.

Recently, I’ve been informed of the existence of your group and of the work that you and your company did to improve the conditions of your home city. Because of that, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that your enterprise came to exist in this city.

I have no knowledge of how long you have been in Spirale City, but I believe you must be familiar by now with the capping system that stops people from using the full capabilities of their powers and resources. I happen to have lived here for long enough to reattain all of those related to my person back, and I’m willing to share them with you for the sake of Wayne Enterprises achieving success in its charitable endeavors.

Among the things I would be capable of providing you with, I can list: -Connections to several other residents from different backgrounds and talents; -Ample monetary wealth directly connected to gold; -Magical prowess of utmost caliber.

In case you wish for more details, you just need to reply to this message. I’m also more than open to a personal meeting, if you would prefer that.

  He thought it couldn't hurt to try to get a job - the sooner, the better - but no one wanted him. In most cases, just walking into a store earned him a number of wary stares and fearful hushed whispers. He won't be able to work a 'regular' job, which leaves Sean one easy answer.

  He makes his way to Crimson Lane, and luckily, he's successful. The owner of a shady pawn shop agrees to take him on, with one condition. He has to go through a hazing. And so he does; boots and fists and spit, but he passes the test and is given his first job, as well as a few bruises and cuts.

  Once Sean is back at the boardwalk, he sets out passing around fliers and nailing up a few more. His vision is blurred at the edges, and every breath feels like a knife to the lungs, but he has to get rid of all of the fliers and bring in new faces to get paid. He’s done worse - this should be nothing.

If Bruce was to be suspicious of the way Harley approached him with her hands behind her back, he would be perfectly valid in doing so-- her actions almost always had an ulterior motive and nothing was ever as simple as wishing him a happy (late) birthday.

“I’m sorry I missed yer special day, Mistah Wayne!” She spoke sweetly with a smile to match. “Y’see, I had... stuff ta do. But! I didn’t forget!”

She revealed what was behind her back; a cake to match her own aesthetic rather than his own, decorated by hers truly. The amount of frosting upon the cake was borderline obnoxious but it was there for a reason and Bruce was about to find out just what that reason was. 

V is all yours, reserved!