Painting the city Red [Harley!]

[Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson]

For a very popular city, Wanda felt like she was being watched but not by the normal people she was seeing driving along or walking the sidewalks. Like the City has Eyes in a more creepy way and less like that one movie. The female mercenary wasn't sure if she should be flattered or grossed out if someone was perving on her without her knowledge.

She would not mind if some creeps wanted to try to mug her or something equally disturbing. She would just show them who's boss and kick booty! 'This woman doesn't lay down to take a beating.' 'The claws come out to fight back.' If it was any possible Gotham City seemed a lot more depressing as the sun went down. Even though Wanda just showed up a couple of hours before it got dark out.

After a quick dinner at a small diner, the female Merc with a Mouth had opted to see if any cool night clubs were in this city. 'I think that diner smelled a little funny.' 'At least the food was delicious.' “I'm surprised that they haven't tried to call the cops on me yet. But that ugly guy was not taking the hint to get out of my personal bubble space. Oh well,” said the mercenary with a shrug, “I'm sure he'll be back in order after a hospital visit to fix his missing fingers.”

'He should be lucky he's not dead.' 'Eww. He was so disgusting like he didn't shower in a few days.' Wanda continued to walk on as she didn't want to take a cab. Taking in the sights needed to be done on foot and she was new to this city. Besides she is armed to the teeth with weapons and knew some pretty awesome Martial Arts to protect herself. “I wonder how the heroes and villains are in this city. I do hope some are hotties,” she said to herself.

[Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel]

H A R L E Y Q U I N N !

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There were a few things that went wrong with the night already but it wasn't enough of a warning for the clown. First, she had forgotten her mallet. What was the big deal with her mallet? A hammer could make do as well as a shovel but where was the fun in that? It was quite comical to watch a person being bludgeoned to death with an oversized mallet in the hands of a red and black clad clown woman! At least in Harley's mind. So the jester had to take up an alternative weapon in her guns and bombs, even stealing a few of Mistah J's own Joker Venom explosives. You never knew if a person needed a good laugh or not at any time of day or night.

The second folly was the rip in her costume as soon as she loaded herself in the large black van. It might not have been much to others but her costume was like her skin, only mixing up her appearance at random recently though she never strayed from her trademark red and black. To Harley, if she had been in her more rational state, she wouldn't have gone on her planned heist. The Joker and herself had gotten into a fight once more and had it not been about her best friend, Poison Ivy, she wouldn't have reacted as such. Harley slammed her fist in his face and walked out the door with her nose turned up in the air. She knew she would have hell to pay when she returned and internally she was ever so excited. Hey, any attention was good attention.

The third event that was wrong for the Cupid of Crime was the location of the jewelry store. Just a very few short miles from the police station, not that Quinn paid them or the Bat any mind. It was just hitches in her plans that she didn't feel like spending the time accounting for in her heated moments prior. She wanted jewels and so help her she would get them one way or another. She and two thugs were inside of the store and she was in her own world.

She had left the security to Happy, the delighted masked thug, while Dopey waited in the van. Several diamond rings were around her gloved fingers and ruby necklaces were draped around her neck. Her smile was wide as she slammed the butt of her gun down on the counter and shattered the glass that kept her away from emeralds and sapphires.

The blaring sounds of the sirens closed in closer as they finally caught Harley's ears. Her mouth widened in shock as she threw her attention at Happy. The alarms were supposed to have been disabled. Harley didn't say a word as her hand grabbed the weapon and sent three bullets into the man's skull. The deadly jester ran and grabbed the two bags of jewels and headed towards the door, the sirens creeped closer. Red and blue was beginning to reflect off the walls. Frustrated, Harley shoved the doors open and ran towards the van and threw the bags inside.

"Get outta here!" She ordered as she grabbed an extra large, extra fun weapon and a seperate bag that held small things such as pistols, daggers, and her explosives. She loaded the missile in the bazooka and waited for the few seconds before five squad cars turned the corner and resumed their speed towards the robbery. Harley's finger squeezed the trigger as the missile launched forward and connected with one of the cars. The explosion caused three of the other vehicles to catch flame as Harley turned with a wide smile and disturbed laugh to flip over a car a few feet away only to begin reloading. She knew there was a large chance of her being caught tonight but at the moment there was not a care.

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Outfit: Here
Listening to: Combichrist - This Shit Will Fuck You Up
Notes:<3

[Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson]

It wasn't long until Wanda came upon the scene in front of her. Her feet were aching due to all the walking and wouldn't mind a nice foot massage but she didn't know if any of the girls in the spas around Gotham were any good. Besides she didn't want to indulge in pampering without someone to talk with! Shouldn't be a problem with her mouth constantly running but she would like a friend to do this kind of stuff with.

'Well you don't see this everyday!' 'I knew it was too dreary for something bad not to happen. Can we join in? Pwease?!?' “Cool!” shouted Wanda as the cop cars were blown up with a missile. The fire made things so pretty amongst the damage. Her view on cops were that they weren't the most helpful bunch to the right people. But she was also biased due to being a mercenary. She didn't care about anyone. Well she could care if she felt like it.

“I wish I had one of those,” she said as she watched the action. Too bad she didn't have any popcorn. The low sodium kind as too much salt was bad. Not that she needed to watch her weight or anything. So either the cops were getting smarter or they had a lot of them in Gotham. Since a few rounded the corner behind Lady Deadpool and the other red and black clad woman. Pulling out her gun, she squeezed off a few rounds to their tires and windshields.

“No need to sneak up on ladies! That is not the nice way to ask someone out, y'know,” stated the mercenary as she watched a few tires get blown out. Reaching into one of her pockets on her body, she pulled out a couple of grenades and threw them. 'Ooo, that one is going to smart.' 'Hahahah! Losers!' A grenade ended up bouncing on a hood of a cop car and blew up. The end result was not a pretty thing to look at but it did slow down the remaining cars to get the officers to think of a different plan that was distant related.

[Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel]

H A R L E Y Q U I N N !

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Harley was getting in deeper with every passing second. Gotham's finest seemed determined to actually do something rather than letting the Bar family round up the clown and friends. Her latex gloved hands moved around inside of the bag full of weapons and ammunition, something she certainly wouldn't leave the house without. Her hand fisted the smaller style Harley Bomb, a round item packed with massive amounts of explosive material, metal shards, and bullets. A lethal combination when it shattered and fired off the items inside. Harley didn't bother peeking for direction, she tossed the bomb over her shoulder and eyed the fire escape not too far from her current location. But the rooftop would make her more vulnerable to a Bat attack....

The sound of guns firing caught Harley's attention back to the present. Had they already started shooting at her? The princess of crime turned her head with wide, searching eyes to land upon another blonde in red and black. Harley for sure dug this chick's style though she could do without the full face covering mask. The mystery woman was spraying the hell out of the police cars which only helped Harley Quinn. Maybe she was going to escape easier than she thought after all. It wasn't like she'd sit in a cell for too long, she or her puddin just wouldn't have any of that.

Harley watched with amusement as the woman continued to unload her weapons into the police vehicles and her malicious grin only widened! She felt her abdomen constrict and laughter, high pitched laughter filled the area around Quinn. This was truly hilarious! It was as if she had the cops seeing double! ...if she were taller. The cops sure werent expecting double the killing force in sexy black and red body hugging outfits! Harley stood from the ground, she looked behind her as te officials had backed off and began to form a perimeter. The clown exaggerated her stance as her right index finger was pointed at them with her mad laughter following suit. But just as she had begun she stopped and without much warning she contorted her body into a series of back flips until she was standing next to the stylish woman.

"I just LOVE your outfit!" Harley exclaimed cheerfully, the cops forgotten momentarily. "Nice shootin' Toots, I think these pigs are ready to be turned to bacon!" She shouted sadistically as her head slowly turned towards the oppressors, a grin spread across her features that only gave meaning to her words.

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Outfit: Here
Listening to: Combichrist - This Shit Will Fuck You Up
Notes:<3