Gands

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Gotham City. Since everything changed, it went from being just another crime-infested pit of a city to being the capital of New Jersey - and still crime-infested. Only difference now, is some people get paid by the government to add to that infestation. Politicians. People who think that because people punched a piece of paper saying, I think you're right for this job, that gives them the right to do whatever it is they want, as long as their adoring public never finds out about it. Sometimes even after."

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"Not that Gotham doesn't still have it's share of trashy, slum-ridden neighborhoods. It does, even with that fancy new monorail zipping all around town like some demented theme park ride. I gotta admit though, a lot harder to dispose of a body via train 'accident' when you have to get 30 feet up in the air to do it. These are the neighborhoods that I cover. For some reason, I, and a select few other people, lucky or not, can remember how things were before. There were no Avengers, no SHIELD, no Daily Bugle or Spiderman. Or... and this is going to sound crazy, but there's these turtle guys who live in the sewers across the river. I swear, I saw one. Wearing a mask. Isn't that rich? As if a little swath of cloth across your face was going to hide you were some sort of mutant half human half turtle. People here, they need answers. Thankfully, I can answer them. Who am I? They call me...

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"The Question"

Current Dramatis Personae
Lt. Harvey Bullock GCPD meta human coordinator
Harley Quinn
Lincoln Campbell aka Sparky
Karen aka Voyd
Virgil aka Static
Stephanie Brown aka Heron

Grady Murtaugh aka Corvus

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Damian arrived at the Wayne Corp. building in plain jeans and a hoodie to hide his face. By nature, his trust was limited, hard to earn, and easy to lose. As such, he did what he could to maintain the secret. He approached the two just outside the front doors.

"Follow me," he said without preamble, before turning on his heel and heading through the doors.
 
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All Karen could do was stutter and blush at the comment about her figure. She was trying to think of something to say and then he's talking about buying her clothes! Well yeah, I guess you need them, Karen . She chided herself. But then her mind raced to how that would play out, it wasn't like she kept her MasterCharge on her in her super suit, and it's from another world, duh.

Then the kid approached them. It kinda followed that this was the same kid from before, so she assumed that was the case. But, she'd keep quiet nonetheless. Voyd found herself clenching her hands together in front of her as she walked, looking around at the obviously lavish business building...

@Gands @Dipper
 
Damian Wayne knew where to go, who to take this couple to. Lucius Fox. A board member and effective engineer & scientist in his own right. Lucius knew who Damian was and had a good idea who Korvus was. He listened thoughtfully to the story told by Voyd. Asked her some appropriate physics related questions. He tells them all it may take a few days and he will contact Damian with the results.

For the next couple of days, deep in the bowels of Wayne Enterprises, Lucius Fox and his scientists work on the gizmo provided to him.

About 36 hours later, a written report, very detailed is hand delivered to Damian. There is a sticky note on the top, written by Lucius.

"" I wanted you to know Damian the basics of what we found out about the device. First, the basic electronics of the thing are set up differently. Often accomplishing the same thing from a different angle. Our people think it will only work once on any given person, it does alter what powers they have. If used ( experimented on normal citizens, it will give them some sort of random power, Permanent or not, we aren't sure. In the case of the young woman, altering her portal teleport powers to jump dimensions. Personally I would like the thing never to see the light of day. I can't imagine any use of the thing without risking a great deal with whoever it is used on. There may be, with considerable further study, some benefits we can squeeze out of this to improve existing tech, but I wouldn't hold my breath. Lastly you should let the young woman know whatever changes it made with her, are most likely permanent.

As always, you know where to get in touch with me should this report fail to answer any questions. A copy has also been sent to Mr. Wayne.

L ""

It appears Lucius put considerable effort into this. There is no heading on the report, no divisional heading to tie the main report to any part of Wayne Enterprises.



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It's been a couple of days now since Voyd's arrival. Roughly twelve more hours since Damian received the report. A bit early in the morning, maybe 730 or so, a foggy morning in old Gotham.

Grady calls Harvey Bullock... leaving a message.

" Harvey, there has been a development you need to be made aware of. Lets get together, call me ! "

Similar calls are made to Sparky, Stephanie and Harley.

@Michale CS @Drixe @LuckycoolHawk9 @Sonevar
 
Karen padded in from the kitchen, nursing a cup of hot cocoa. She'd been up late with Grady last night and it wasn't even 8am and he's on the phone? She sat down on the couch and sipped at the cocoa, watching as he called his friends. While she was very anxious to meet them, she doesn't think she's had enough sleep.
 
Harvey trys to get comfortable in his new office. After getting demoted to detective he got used to the bullpen again. He likes having his own office, it's just so...odd being alone in the room by himself. The secratary buzzes in and tells him he has some messages. Hearing grady's he pauses and takes out his work cell phone hitting the button to call grady.
 
(for nearly last 7 months anyone trying to contact Harley would get a variation of "the number / email is no longer in service" No one had seen what happened to Harley's body after she and "the joker" had impacted the pavement on the steps of the TV station's front entrance and splattered it's doors, walls, and sidewalk with vital fluids and organ bits)

<Darkness> Darkness Darkness... Screaming? one screaming, two Screaming, THREE SCREAMING voices! Her voices, All screaming at her at once like some demented harpy chorus! aw H-E-double-hockeysticks! She musta gone to the other place when she died... </Darkness>

<Darkness> Why did everything hurt when she was dead?! Everywhere! </Darkness> She slowly came to grayness...then to painful, searing, blinking light! She was in a bed...in a jungle... with tubes slowly filling with a faintly glowing liquid... A face hovered over her dripping fire down close enough for her to reach out and touch, if only she could force her arm to stop aching and move...

"Ah, you are awake my little rosebud... How unexpected, and unfortunate" a familiar voice crooned. "You need more time to germinate before you can bloom. I was hoping you would sleep through Phase One". A soft hand took gentle hold of Harley's, drawing her eyes... as far as she could move them to the liquid that was about to flow into her shattered body. "I AM truly sorry Harley, but I NEED to boost your physique enough so that you'll stand a chance of surviving Phase Two".

"Miss Pam?!" Harley's chemically burned lungs and throat wheezepered out in fear, right before the liquid entered her body. Her back arched up lifting her off the bed despite her injuries as every vein in her body bulged with the fire that the heavily refined venom-based formula of which earlier iterations had once powered an Uber-wrestler, was sending through her system. Her throat went raw and bloody as she screamed and Screamed And SCREAMED. Miss Pam Held her hand the entire time, and both women were crying freely as Harley went silent mid-scream, her selves being forced back down into the Darkness by the trauma.

When next she awoke, the sheets that covered her were slimy and the sheets beneath her were soaked in a toxic green puddle. Miss Pam started awake in a chair beside the bed when Nicola's movement had awoken her. She said with a smile "Oh good, it looks like my antibodies have finally pushed the last of that whacko's toxins from your body. Come now, let's get you cleaned up."

Pam assisted her in sitting up and getting out of the sludge, she assisted Nicola in rising to her feet. Given the broken doll she'd been before, she marveled at the fact she was standing at all... she tried to take a step....and collapsed... But since Miss Pam was already holding her up, she arrested the fall half way. Both women were bent nearly double, their faces inches apart. Miss Pam kissed her on the forehead ever so softly and said " Phase two will take months of treatments, it's not easy to wrest someone away from the scythe-man's clutches. Until then, I've got you" She led her over to the greenhouse's small chemical shower, turning a spigot so that the shower water was actually warm, and began to tenderly lather Nicola and scrub her clean. Afterwards, she led Nicola to a two person canopy bed with the silkiest of sheets and tucked her in.

As Nicola slept and convalesced, Miss Pam kept giving her antibody treatments. Eventually she was able to stay awake long enough to use Miss Pam's laptop to contact Mr. Park Man. In his usual plodding fashion he informed her that things were well at the park. Judging by all the excited foghorns in the background foggy, who had mysteriously returned to the park ...carrier, Dune buggy and all... was excited to hear her voice.

Inevitably, Nicola became bored, this was especially true since her other selves were reluctant to come forward. But Miss Pam said she still needed several rounds of treatments. Miss Pam was fascinated by this newer, truer, and more stable version of her old pupil. Not knowing how to connect to Nicola, and as a way to alleviate Nicola's boredom Miss Pam began teaching her again.
One day when Miss Pam was being particularly stern and Nicola was being particularly obstinate, she snarkily said to Miss Pam "Oh how can I ever show my gratitude to my sexy older woman teacher figure?... Will an apple be enough?

Seeing the rebellious smirk on Nicola's face as she sat up in bed, notebook on her lap, without thinking Miss Pam blurted out a snarky comeback of her own "Oh... I can think of several things you can do..." Totally unprepared and taken aback, and without her other selves to throw up as shields, Nicola was stunned into bewildered silence.

After a new round of teaching Nicola settled into a new found rhythm with Red where days of teaching, treatments and eventually re-training blurred together with the relaxing and contented nights. That is until one morning when Red woke to find Nicola sitting up in bed, looking at the seven month old TV station footage. "What is it?" Red asked.

Nicola sighed "You know We have to go back right? It's something we have to do". Red nodded sadly and said "And you know I can't go with you right? It's something I'm unable to do".

Nicola replied with a quaver "I'll come back.... for you". Red replied "I won't be here, I've stayed here too long already... for you... I have to go soon or they'll-". Nicola silenced her with a long goodbye kiss.

"-I- will find you, always." Nicola pronounced as she dragged herself reluctantly from the sheets and struggled on the shorts and T-shirt that Red had provided. At the same time she reluctantly dragged her other selves from their warm and contented hiding places and struggled them back into place. Briefly Harley wondered if The Bat and The Cat ever had days like this.

Leaving behind her garden of Eden, Harley used the chaotic precision of a drunken master to weave her way through the streets so that no serpents could find their way to Red because of her. She thought of calling Grady but then remembered that her phone was more shattered then she had been. Getting her bearings she walked to the headquarters of his security firm and threw the doors wide.

"Hey-ya mista suits" the babydoll bubbled to the new face on watch at the lobby desk "Is Mr. Grady around?" The security type looked down his nose at her from across the room. "No one sees Mr. Murtough without an appointment, and You are not on my list.

She pouts "But I' been paid before, my check receipts are in ya computr an' everything" The suit retorts with "Regardless...lady a pay stub isn't an appointment, so I suggest you take your freak show self somewhere else before I have to do my job..." He opens his jacket to show off the holstered gun hoping to intimidate.

Harley fluidly switches into a swaying leg over leg saunter as the harlequin purrs out "Well then perhaps you'd do me a favor and call Mr. Murtaugh and let him know that his old friend Harley is back in town? Hmm?" The man scoffs at what he mistakenly perceives as an attempt by Harley to come on to him. "Who? LOOK miss bonkers I don't think-" he says as he reaches for his gun.

With his attention firmly focused on his own self importance the man misses both the rapid straightening of her spine and the equally rapid dashing slide up and onto his desk as one leg crooks under her sidelong form for stable balance and the other straightens fully to lock her planted boot over his hand preventing his draw. the lady says in her quasi-European accent "Perhaps you misunderstood me, or more likely you simply lack both the manners and the sense that Mr. Murtaugh personally holds himself to. However seeing as how you are an employee of his and I have no desire to leave a mess on his floor I will let your insult pass this once."

She leans forward across the desk, her boot still pining his gun hand and yanks him forward with much more force than her frame appeared capable of and then as she speaks she finger-walks her nails up to his forehead, whereupon she middle-finger-to-forehead pressure forces him back into his chair "However, if you are ever foolish enough to make the mistake of looking down on me a second time... I will pluck your eyeballs out of your head whole, one by one. Thereafter I will visit such vile tortures upon you that soon you will be begging to be given over to the likes of the Joker... And believe me when I say that the 'Old Man's' ministrations will seem as tender mercies compared to my skill with the craft." She pauses long enough to get both of her legs under her and slide off to the proper side of the desk. "Now then, at the risk of repeating myself... You will kindly phone Mr. Murtaugh and tell him that THE Harlequin awaits him in his office. Then you will personally escort me there that I may do so and thereby save me the trouble and mess of stepping over your corpse so that I can use your computer to grant myself access anyway and proceed without you..."

It may have been the resolve in her voice, it may have been her honed skills at using psychology to intimidate, it may have even been an emotionally sparked accidental manifestation of Pamela Isley's lauded pheremonal control. Whatever the reason, the combat hardened suit gulped audibly, made a first phone call for someone to relieve him at the desk, made a second call to leave a message for Grady, then escorted the scary woman to Grady's office.

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At Grady's Office...

At first, Harlequin thought she was alone in the office - he was currently out - but then she caught movement in the corner of her eye.

April stepped forward, cocking her head at Harley. She spoke. As usual, the hollow voice rings out from the middle of the Doll's chest. "I overheard you out there. Rest assured, if you harmed any of my brother's employees, you'd need another half a year to recover from it. That being said..."

She stepped forward and gave Harley a hug. "You're a brave woman, and my brother could have used you in the past few months. I've been sending money to cover your bills at Coney Island, Nicola, because that's what family does. And like it or not, you're part of this family."

@Sonevar @Gands
 
Harley hugs the woman back, unphased by the doll's physical state and demeanor. Her grip much stronger than it had been in Atlantic City, her footing more sure and confident. Nicola is allowed to bleed through unfiltered for a moment as she answers "Thank you... sister, as soon as I can route some of my dividend funds, I'll pay you back with interest.... As for mister tall dark and 'I'm to sexy for my suit' out there, sometimes a good punch to the ego is more effective than the execution of the threats would have been. Is Mr. Murtaugh expected back any time soon?"

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Harvey gets a busy signal and decides to leave a message."This is Harvey i got a early morning meeting but if you need to talk we can meet at the skyline lounge at about 4 hours from now. See you then." He hangs up the phone and gets up grabbing a few files. " God i hate expense reports" he said as he walked out the dooor and headed to the meeting.
 
Harley hugs the woman back, unphased by the doll's physical state and demeanor. Her grip much stronger than it had been in Atlantic City, her footing more sure and confident. Nicola is allowed to bleed through unfiltered for a moment as she answers "Thank you... sister, as soon as I can route some of my dividend funds, I'll pay you back with interest.... As for mister tall dark and 'I'm to sexy for my suit' out there, sometimes a good punch to the ego is more effective than the execution of the threats would have been. Is Mr. Murtaugh expected back any time soon?"

@Michale CS @Gands @Drixe

"Seeing as it is only 9am, he's probably on his way here. I wanted to talk to him about something that happened last week, considering Thorne and Cobblepot. And as far as paying me back... that would imply that what I did wasn't a gift. It was a gift. If you want to pay that money back, Give it to Dr. Leslie Thompkins' clinic. She can always use the help."

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Grady Murtaugh aka Korvus

About 9:15 and Grady finally drives up with Karen in tow. He is dressed for business and using his cane. Just ahead of him is his regular co worker Lilly, who relieves the over night emergency guy, Harold.

" Well, this is a surprise, good morning. Harley, Sis, this is Karen, she's new in town. Glad to see you up and around Harley, by the way ! "
 
She jumps to attention as he walks in as if having been caught doing something naughty "Hi-ya Mr. Grady" She rocks side to side nervously, hands clasped between her knees as she sways on her feet "Sorry I been outta touch but...um... my phone got busted up when -I- got busted up..." She smiles upward from a lowered head shyly, and maybe a bit pleadingly at him.

@Gands @Michale CS @Drixe
 
Karen, in her 'secret ID' which she found silly, she had NO ID in this world yet, waved at the pair. She tried hard not to stare at Doll. Not hard enough, because she did for a moment before looking down and away; "Yeah, really new in town..."

"I don't mind it any more, the stares. Get it out of your system. You can touch me if you like..." She extended her hand.

Karen really didn't want to make this awkward, but when someone put their hand out... she shook Doll's hand, finding it a little cold and, well, very stony. "Wow. That's a heck of a super power."

Doll would smile sadly, if she could, but instead, her voice carried the implication. She'd been taking voice acting lessons and psychology courses so she could make up what she lacked in body language with voice. "You have no idea..." the resignation and deep-seated sadness carried through so much that Karen did one of her little eeps and looked away.

"I need to talk to you soon, Grady, about that operation we intercepted with Cobblepot and Thorne last week."

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" That's fine, I'm going to talk to my friends today, I have information on the larger picture, I can tell you when we have our own meeting. Did you know Melancholy bought out that seafood place she was at ? "
 
"I didn't realize that. What is she playing at? Who's she working for? Nevermind... later, we'll talk about that. But who's this you have with you? Karen, new in town you say?" April said, cocking her head and the smile creeping into her voice.

"Well yeah, I'm... kinda not normal. And that's how I got here." She looked around, it appeared that these were the people Grady wanted to introduce her so she repeated the little demonstration she gave Elastigirl all that time back, except this time she set it up so Nicola would be the one poised to catch the coffee mug.

 
Harley caught the cup, setting it down with a nod of appreciation to Karen. "Rosenberg-Einstein dear? Regardless, if your power is what put you here, it might be an interesting chance to study and / or verify the vibrational theory" Her eyes begin to track rapidly left to right as herselves conference.

@Michale CS @Gands @Drixe
 
"I thought that at first too, but you see, the amount of energy I would need to sustain wormholes of the size I make would, well I would have cratered the city I first tried it in, I think. It's still possible that I somehow shunt the energy required into the space between, but the time differential is what hitches that up. I can see a slight delay when I put my portals pretty far apart, so I think what I'm doing is bringing an overlapping alternate dimension into phase with our own so your vibrational theory may be worth exploring... aaand I've lost everyone else in the room." She paused her rambling at the blank look she got from Grady, and it was impossible to tell with Doll, but smiled at Nicola. "We'll talk about it over coffee sometime?"

@Sonevar @Gands @Drixe
 
Harley smiles a wan smile at Karen "A social engagement to discuss both molecular and multi-dimentional physics would indeed be a treat. Unfortunately however, as I'm sure you'll soon discover if you spend any significant amount of time around me, my ability to remain thusly engaged will largely and situationally be contingent upon convincing the other personalities which 'share' my head-space to..." She pauses, her mouth screwing up as if having trouble forming unaccustomed and distasteful words, which then spill forth at speed... " 'Sod off' despite any feelings of boredom and leave the driver's seat to me for an extended period."

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"Maybe promise them chocolate? That usually works with me- not that I have multiple personalities but you get the idea... Or maybe make an arrangement, ummm, sort of a time-share so you're not always uh... Tripping over yourself? Not that I'm an expert, but I do sort of act differently as Voyd than I do as Karen..." She suggested.

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