#harley 01

[clementineike]

WHEN: nighttime probably, July 7th WHERE: ??? @harleyhua​

Her torch flickers out. Not a problem, really, when Clementine is trying to track someone down. The light is dead giveaway. A beat later though, the little pinprick of light she’s using to guide her steps dies, too. “Fuck me,” she mutters, squinting. It’s too dark to see the person anymore; they are a mere shadow among a blob of others. Her attunement tries to grab her attention, tries to reach out, and for once, she lets it.

Then she reels back with a loud gasp, clapping a hand over her ears as the winds become an all too loud screech. She yanks her attunement back in with a grimace, ears still ringing long after her attunement has stopped. When she lifts her head again, the shadow is closer. Her heart leaps. She cups her hands around her mouth and yells: “Hey! Jackass! Get back here!”

The shadow neither moves nor acknowledges. Maybe the wind is grabbing her voice as well as her light. When it starts walking away, she charges for it and tackles them off their feet. “Do you really think I’d let you just steal from-- Uh.” She squints down at the face. It isn’t the person she expects. Clementine springs off them and back to her feet, holding out a hand to help them up and grimacing. “Oh hell. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

[gcdeaterr-blog]

@harliquinn

It’s hard to actually catch Karma out in the day time, he’s a creature who finds the dark more appealing and it’s usually when the more human side of him is done with lethal doses of alcohol does he burn off.

Which meant less people on the streets (good for them) and less things to get into (bad for him). Oh that didn’t stop Karma from quite literally smashing through the front of a butchery and quite literally screaming at authorities that showed up, taking off with the lights off the top of a patrol car in the first minute he’d been active.

[lipstickandsabotage]

@harliquinn

When you found yourself cut off from the plentiful resources you were so used to having, sometimes you had little choice but to build up more using the skills at your disposal. And Ada Wong was good at three things: killing, seduction, and theft. There were no moral dilemmas to be had with simply cleaning out a jewelry store undetected; for her, anything was fair game if she didn't have to kill innocent people. But everyone else? That was a different story, and one that the unfortunate souls working there weren’t around to experience. 

Lucky them. At least until they found their store completely cleared out in the morning. But that was their problem.

Ada quietly slipped inside the shuttered store through an air vent, only choosing to jump down when she was certain there was no one inside. Compared to her usual job, this was like taking candy from a baby. She confidently sauntered over to the security panel, but the moment she reached out to disable the security she her the sound of breaking glass. Her hand jerked back, the woman looked over to the source of the sound in surprise to find a blonde wielding a baseball bat standing in front of the shattered remains of a storefront window.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Ada hissed before the alarm started ringing.

[revenantress-blog]

@harliquinn

“Oh me oh my.” Requiem’s voice is a chime more than anything, a broad grin that could very well sport pointed teeth if she were anything other than an elf. The soft whistle of admiration is followed by Requiem sauntering just a bit closer to get a look at this brightly colored stranger, clever eyes searching up and down. “What a style you have, my dear. Positively alluring.” Perhaps a strong words, but she’s strong in her feelings and ideals. 

“The bright makeup suits you.” Her own look is rather grand, all dark clothing and dramatic lines of jewelry and lace. “I must ask, what is it that you do for a living?”

[antheiin]

@harleycide

“Well,” Miriam starts with a lilt in her voice, and the threat of a ridiculous grin on her face. “Showers are a good start, basic hygiene really does a number on your image.” She chuckles, knocking her hip against Harley’s, drumming her fingers on her other arm. “And volume control, that’s a real good one!”

[coldheartxd]

“You’re really red right now.”

@harleymaguire

his cheeks flushed, burning presumably red, as icicles over icicles formed and clustered along the length of his arms. once unpolished and raw, the ice now manifested in a crude design of geometric patterns – swirls of frost, glistening altogether.

it was the other male’s words that took away the man from his head, from that place of channelling his inner cold. he let out a visible breath. standing in the training field with the other, dressed only in trousers for combat ease, his cold gaze settled on the face of the male before him, who he’d been partnered up with to test each other’s abilities.

“okay, i’m done,” the iceborn huffed out the words in a cloud of white. “your turn.”

[heirofheroics-blog]

@batcracked

Without a Robin costume on hand or a utility belt hidden underneath his clothing, Damian was only just that: Damian Wayne, the son of billionaire Bruce Wayne. However, so far it had seemed that no one recognized him even as that. The boy had almost thought it would be possible to still act as his normal self despite the lack of disguise.

Almost being the key word.

How well did Quinzel follow tabloids? Damian certainly wasn’t the most well known of the Wayne family, and he only made public appearances occasionally. 

.... That wasn’t a good risk to take, though.

(As he was thinking this through, Damian stood only a few yards away from Harley, glaring at her harshly and clearly visible. Usually he was better at stealth, but such a new environment was throwing him off some. Whoops.)