[Gotham City] Two's a Company
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				Title: <strong>[Gotham City] Two's a Company</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diocletian</strong> on <strong>21-05-2008, 10:13:06</strong>
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				Gotham City is a terrible place to live.&nbsp; Criminals thrive on the weak and the strong alike in this city.&nbsp; Daytime is no safer than the night.&nbsp; In fact, the night can at times be even safer than the daytime.&nbsp; This is because of the efforts of one man, one entity.&nbsp; The Bat-Man.<br><br>Since Batman has appeared, the city has become marginally better.&nbsp; Organized crime has been all but removed.&nbsp; While several crime bosses have thrived, the full-fledged mafia, led by Carmine Falcone, has been removed.&nbsp; The vacuum that emerged was filled by lesser criminals, with thugs led by Salvatore Maroni and other members of the Falcone family that had tried to gain Carmine's empire.&nbsp; This, again, was crushed through various efforts that were largely attributed to the Batman, who had begun working in conjunction with the newly appointed Commissioner Gordon, a visionary police officer whose integrity helped clean up the corrupt police department.<br><br>With the mafia gone and The Bat fighting the small time hoods that tried to make it big by preying on the weak during the night, another type of criminal has appeared.&nbsp; The "Freak" as some call them, has begun striking terror into the hearts of the citizens.&nbsp; People with fractured minds and brilliant plans have gone toe to toe with Batman.&nbsp; Clowns, penguins, and scarecrow terrorize the city.&nbsp; Some obsess over things such as plants or riddles, each villain more bizarre and more dangerous than the last.&nbsp; It is unsure of how these people ended up being such damaged goods... except one.<br><br>Harvey Dent was the handsome and successful District Attorney of Gotham City that aided with the taking down of the city's mafia bosses.&nbsp; He was on top of the world: he was married to the faithful Gilda Dent, worked with Batman and Commissioner Gordon to clean up Gotham City for the first time in nearly 30 years.&nbsp; However, this all came crashing down when, while having Sal Maroni testify on the witness stand against Carmine Falcone, the man hurled a vial of acid into the Dent's face.&nbsp; The resulting burn scarred the left half of his face, a near perfect symmetry between the bad and the good.&nbsp; Dent's mind was also fractured in this, turning him against the law system he once supported, fighting the mafia in Gotham his own way before dissolving into his own kind of mob boss.&nbsp; Unable to decide between good and bad, he can only pick through the flipping of a family heirloom, a Silver Dollar he scarred soon after his own accident.&nbsp; He had become the criminal mastermind Two-Face.<br><br><hr><br>Twenty million dollars in cold, hard, untraceable cash.&nbsp; That sounded nice, at least to the man sitting at the round table.&nbsp; The bar that surrounded him was dingy, a real dive.&nbsp; Of course, that was the perfect place for something like this.&nbsp; Despite having no name and barely any indication that it even existed, it was a rather popular spot for criminals in the heart of Gotham's underworld.&nbsp; Even men in bat costumes could not come down here without getting into serious troubles.&nbsp; It was the perfect place to plan a heist.<br><br>So, twenty million dollars.&nbsp; Twos always stood out to the man wearing the three-piece suit that happened to be tailored to be half white, half black.&nbsp; He looked down to the newspaper he was reading, his finger scanning the article that he found.&nbsp; A statue of the Roman god Janus (the two-faced god of portals) was coming to the Gotham National Art Museum to be shown for two weeks in about a month.&nbsp; The statue was crafted by a world-class sculptor, inlaid with more valuable gems and made with the most valuable metals it was worth upwards of twenty million dollars.&nbsp; It was common that Gotham City reporters tended to put in just the right facts that caught the city's many wandering eyes.<br><br>However, this one was going to be well guarded and he doubted even with his substantial gang, he could get it; not without causing a huge and ultimately unprofitable shootout.&nbsp; He needed someone who could help him get in and get out with the statue, which wasn't terribly large.&nbsp; Therefore, he was on a "henchman hunt."&nbsp; Or more accurately, a hench-woman hunt.&nbsp; There was one person he knew who was athletic enough to get this statue for him.&nbsp; However, she was usually rather caught up with someone else... but for now he was stuck in the nuthouse and she was free.&nbsp; One thing was for sure, though: if she wasn't breaking her puddin' out of prison, she would be here.&nbsp; At least he hoped so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Gotham City] Two's a Company</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>akrasia</strong> on <strong>21-05-2008, 15:09:16</strong>
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				Harley Quinn could barely muster the pluck to keep on skipping down the grimy street, what with her puddin' back in jail, and all.&nbsp; She tried to maintain a merry "tra-la-la" as she went, but her heart wasn't in it, and, quite frankly, neither was her stomach.&nbsp; No jobs meant no cash, and no cash meant neither she nor the pack of hyenas she referred to as "the babies" had been well fed, lately.&nbsp; With a sigh, she stopped skipping altogether.&nbsp; The "wings" of her cap sagged down as she settled into a dreary plod toward the nameless dive which was the heart of all criminal activity in Gotham.<br><br>The former Dr. Harleen Quinzel didn't exactly cut a striking figure, but she stood out.&nbsp; If Quinzel had been in this part of town looking the way she looked a few years ago - blonde, petite, and a bit bookish, bad things would have no doubt happened to her.&nbsp; Now, her cute face was covered by white and black greasepaint, while black and red lycra encased the rest of her body, from head to toe.&nbsp; The bells on the tips of her fool's cap jangled slightly with each step, and one hand rested lightly on a messenger bag emblazoned with a large, yellow "smiley."&nbsp; This wasn't the world's most intimidating ensemble, but it was sufficiently confusing that it warded off trouble just the same.<br><br>Suddenly, out of the gloom, Quinn spotted the bar she had been looking for.&nbsp; She'd only been there a few times, with her one true love, the maniac murderer calling himself the Joker.&nbsp; "Mistah J," as she liked to call him, wasn't a regular, either, although he did sometimes drop by to recruit henchmen.&nbsp; For some reason, neither of them were considered great drinking companions.&nbsp; Harley didn't care - she had better things to do, anyway, like her long-term project of editing old episodes of "Mork &amp; Mindy" to get rid of Pam Dawber.&nbsp; She had not yet figured out how to edit herself into these episodes, but getting rid of Pam was a start - she didn't deserve Robin Williams!<br><br>In any case, she wouldn't be able to continue eating, much less rewriting television history, if she didn't get a job soon.&nbsp; By "job," of course, Quinn meant "steal something," and word on the street was that Harvey Dent, aka Two Face, was looking for her for a job he had in mind.&nbsp; She hadn't really spent much time around Dent before, but if the rumors about him were true, she figured she could get at least 20% off this job, and maybe even half.&nbsp; Penguin had actually withheld operating fees, but she suspected Two Face would dispense with any unnecessary accounting that might throw off his nice, even numbers.<br><br>Harley Quinn threw the door open as she entered the place, doing a positively awful Ricky Ricardo impression as she came in.&nbsp; "Loooooooo-cy, I'm hooooooooome!"&nbsp; She beamed around the room, fully expecting some appreciation.&nbsp; When her eyes lit on Harvey, she waved and started toward him.&nbsp; "Hey, Harv!&nbsp; Harv!&nbsp; Over here, Harv, by the door!&nbsp; It's me, Harley Quinn!"&nbsp; She headed his way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Gotham City] Two's a Company</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diocletian</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 00:52:01</strong>
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				As she burst through the door to the shady bar, making her insane greeting, she herself was greeted by a few grunts from the thugs playing poker or drinking in the bar.&nbsp; A few people chuckled, knowing her from various other avenues, but most people did not appreciate the noise in their little hideout.&nbsp; Harvey saw Ms. Quinn burst through the door, and though he was expecting her soon, he couldn't help but hit his palm against his forehead, shaking it in embarrassment since she was coming directly his way.&nbsp; She called out to him, waving exaggeratedly and walked up to his table, and he leaned back.&nbsp; He had the newspaper with the article splayed across the round table he sat at, showing anybody who came by what he was looking at.&nbsp; "Ah, Harley Quinn.&nbsp; Next time you come in, you may want to be a little less... obvious.&nbsp; Yelling like that attracts bats, haven't you heard?" he said, his voice a nice even calm.&nbsp; He looked her lithe form over, always appreciating her feminine body.&nbsp; <br><br>Thinking for a moment, he turned his head, looking over to his right to see something on the other end of the room.&nbsp; As he looked, he showed his face, burnt horribly and red like hamburger meat to the young woman. His lips and ear were missing, all of his back teeth shown to anyone who looked and a small hole in his head that served to hear.&nbsp; He called over to the bar, "Hey Mack, bring me a vodka and something fruity for the little lady."<br><br>"Anything you say Harv.&nbsp; Shall I make the vodka a double?"<br><br>"On your life.&nbsp; Thanks Mack," he said, his voice turning a little more raspy.&nbsp; Turning to look at Harley, his eyes met with hers, "Now Harley..." he started before he fished his coin out.&nbsp; He examined it for a moment before flipping it.&nbsp; He examined the result before he continued.&nbsp; "I've got a business proposition for you.&nbsp; Make yourself comfortable while we wait for our drinks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Gotham City] Two's a Company</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>akrasia</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 14:40:25</strong>
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				Harley plopped into the chair opposite Harvey Dent, across the small, grimy table.&nbsp; She folded her hands on the table, sat straight up, and opened her eyes wide in a credible imitation of someone trying to look professional and attentive.<br><br>"Whatcha got for me, Harv?" she asked brightly, still smiliing.&nbsp; "The babies and me are just about broke."&nbsp; Harley Quinn did not do the negotiations for the Joker's gang, when he was out and about.<br><br>Although she seemed to be interested in Two Face was pitching, she still kicked her feet under her chair like a schoolgirl and figdeted her fingers on the table while he talked.&nbsp; Only the arrival of their drinks gave her some semblance of focus, and her focus was directed toward the paper umbrella and tiny plastic sword found in her fruity rum punch concoction.&nbsp; She sipped it happily while Harv talked, but you could tell by the look in her eyes it would only be a matter of time before that plastic pirate sword came out and someone got challenged to a duel.&nbsp; It was like drinking with a five-year old.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Gotham City] Two's a Company</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diocletian</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 08:38:09</strong>
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				Harv chuckled as he watched her swing her feet and generally act like a nut case like she usually did.&nbsp; He scooted his chair forward so he could talk without having to raise his voice and so hopefully she'd pay some attention.&nbsp; "Look Quinn, I've got this score... it's a statue of Janus, the Two-Faced Roman god that's worth upwards of $20 million.&nbsp; Thing is, it's going to require some maneuvering, someone who's smaller than me and most of the guys in my gang..."&nbsp; as he spoke, he noticed she started thinking about playing with her plastic sword.&nbsp; Suddenly angry, he slammed his palm on the table, "LISTEN!&nbsp; That's where you come in.&nbsp; I need you to help me get that statue out.&nbsp; Are you in or are you out?"<br><br>Calming himself a little, he sat back, drinking from his glass as he waited for the odd but beautiful woman to reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Gotham City] Two's a Company</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>akrasia</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 15:02:11</strong>
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				Harley emitted a tiny "yeep!" as the menancing maniac slammed his hand down on the table.&nbsp; She dropped her little plastic sword, all thoughts of little plastic pirates and little plastic islands forgotten.&nbsp; Looking somewhat frightened, she nonetheless paid more attention to what he was saying, and when he'd finished his pitch, she screwed up her face in concentration.<br><br>"Ancient statute, huh?&nbsp; Okay, sure, Harv, I think I can do that."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "It'll cost ya, though."&nbsp; She quoted a figure that was only a little higher than reasonable.&nbsp; "Remember, though, you're not just paying for me - you're paying for the great idea I got tucked away up here."&nbsp; She tapped her head with her finger.&nbsp; "I was thinkin'... just now... if you're gonna steal it anyway, why not leave... a double?"&nbsp; Harley smiled and scrunched her nose.&nbsp; She knew that would appeal to Harvey, and being on his good side meant it was more likely that she'd get something close to her asking price.<br><br>
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