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You wake up, quite honestly feeling more excited than scared or apprehensive about the mission. Which should be good, fear can be a dangerous emotion, while desiring a challenge was a better mindset to have. Hell it was actually downright healthy to have it in most cases. What made you fill ill at ease with your excitement was that you were relishing this caped life style a little too much. That you might one day end up like Batman himself, without the gloom and doom to go with it though.

You manage to make it out of Titan’s Tower before anyone else wakes up. They all know you are doing undercover work and wouldn’t be back for a couple of weeks, but you felt you might accidentally open your big mouth a little too much if you stayed around for the communal breakfast ritual. Besides it was only a time before Raven figured out Artemis had a thing for you even her emphatic abilities. It would be nice to come back and find out they resolved it themselves without you being in the crossfires.

You make it just in time for the meeting with your undercover partner in this though. Partly because of traffic and partly because you just feel like whittling away your time and not look like you’re waiting in there for anyone.

The Vietnamese restaurant scent just hits you when you get it. The smells of oil, greeny hardy vegetables, chicken and other fowl, and then just the rice bread is powerful enough to both knock you a little back and slide into your mouth were you can almost taste the dishes here. The scenery is quite the opposite. Plain folding tables and simple brown cheap wood chairs or white little plastic stools that would leave men the height of your crotch. The only decorum is flags of America, pictures of Regean, and generic landscapes of the jungles and rivers of Vietnam littered here or there.

You look around the crowd, seeing no host to actually take your reservation hoping to pick them out of the crowd. It isn’t hard. It’s either older Vietnamese people, probably retirees, and a younger professional urbane crowd that is just white as hell.

The man in the shades and dark green suit would almost blend in, but his age just barely betrays him. Along of course with that short chopped mustache that seemed more likely to be on a highway patrol man or disgraced porn star. Likewise not only was his body built for trouble, being more musclebound than even yours, his body itself was coiled and ready to pounce.

But really what tipped you off was…

“Heya Issacs!” Harley said in her normally overly cheery and thick Brooklyn accent

>A.) Heya Harley

>B.) Hug her

>C.) Kiss her

>D.) Who’s this?

>>1955537
>B.) Hug her
>D.) Who’s this?

Well its my first thread, just got caught up today.

>B.) Hug her

>>1955537
>B

>>1955537
>A.) Heya Harley
>B.) Hug her
>D.) Who's this?
>E.) Introduce ourselves to him. Or at least offer our hand for a shake.

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You walk over to Harley, arms spread wide open signly and ready for when she jumped on and did the same damn thing. You think you’re quick and maybe a little premature to do so when you actually do it, but you notice that Harley has already closed half the distance between you and is in the air by the time your arms leave your sides. Her head lands right between your shoulder and head, kissing you on the cheek while you hoist her in the air with a bear hug. She lets out a pleased ‘ah’ while just smiling and keeping your eyes on the man in pale green suit.

“Who’s this Harley?” You ask, you putting her down and Harley climbing down you at almost the same time.

“A friend of a friend. Or some guy Batman pays to keep his ear to the ground. Name’s...Malone.” The man says, putting down a piece of bread.

The two of you go to join him, you picking up a menu wondering what to eat, if you were going to eat, and just more about the task Plastic Man and Batman put in your lap.

>A.) So we’re all going to Florida?

>B.) So who the hell is ‘Snowflame’?

>C.) So Intergang’s going to be there...isn’t that going to be trouble with Harley Quinn there? No offense.

>D.) This is more of Batman’s thing right? So why isn’t he more hands on?

>>1955640
>B.) So who the hell is ‘Snowflame’?
>C.) So Intergang’s going to be there...isn’t that going to be trouble with Harley Quinn there? No offense.

>>1955640
>B
>C

>>1955640

>C.) So Intergang’s going to be there...isn’t that going to be trouble with Harley Quinn there? No offense.

>>1955640
>B.) So who the hell is ‘Snowflame’?
>C.) So Intergang’s going to be there...isn’t that going to be trouble with Harley Quinn there? No offense.

>>1955640
>B.) So who the hell is ‘Snowflame’?
>C.) So Intergang’s going to be there...isn’t that going to be trouble with Harley Quinn there? No offense.

How involved do the Titans get with local NYC stuff?

>>1955705
Not really much.

They help out the Fire Department a lot and receive a bunch of support and interconnection with them, but the NYPD thinks of them as rivals

“So who the hell is ‘Snowflame?’” You ask, eyes still on the menu. Honestly it all looked good. You always had a good, broad, and forgiving palette.

“Jorge Vasquez, AKA Snowflame, was a former enforcer and middle man for the Medellin Cartel in Colombia until he disappeared for a year and reappeared in Sin City, Florida four months ago with a new hair cut, worse fashion sense, an addiction to the cocaine he used to smuggle, and super powers. Somehow and for whatever reason in their heads, Pablo Escobar or Snowflame reconnected with the other and let Mr. Vasquez break off officially and form an independent but subservient crime syndicate based in the Florida Keys and the Caribbean. He’s done quite well and is now being asked to work as a middle man in the cocaine distribution chain for the New England and Northeast by Pablo.” Malone answers gruffly, pulling out a cigarette from his front pocket.

“Okay so Intergang going to be there...isn’t that going to be trouble with Quinn there? No offense.” You ask.

“Nope! At least I don’t think so. Not with Morgan Edge running things. In fact he’s going to be quite grateful. He wants a working relationship with Red or the Joker and isn’t going to let the predecessor he hated ruin things.” Harley says happily

>A.) Bruno is gone?

>B.) Who is showing up to this meeting anyway?

>C.) Is Ivy showing up. We kind of had a cool parting.

>D.) Who is Morgan Edge?

>E.) Wait is the Joker showing up?

>>1955787
>A
>D
>B

>>1955787
>B.) Who is showing up to this meeting anyway?
>D.) Who is Morgan Edge?

>>1955787
>A.) Bruno is gone?
>B.) Who is showing up to this meeting anyway?
>D.) Who is Morgan Edge?

>>1955787
>B.) Who is showing up to this meeting anyway?
>D.) Who is Morgan Edge?

>>1955787
>A
>B
>D

>B.) Who is showing up to this meeting anyway?
>C.) Is Ivy showing up. We kind of had a cool parting.
>D.) Who is Morgan Edge?

“Wait hold on, Bruno is gone? Who the hell is Morgan Edge?” You ask, utterly befuddled

“Ugly Mannheim? Dead as a door nail or in deep hiding. In either case his former rival Edge had him expelled for the black auction debacle and most of the lieutenants loyal to Brunno killed or arrested. Who knows though, people have a hard time dying or staying gone recently.” Malone says, taking a puff his cigarette as he does so. “As for Morgan Edge? Corporate lawyer who was the Consigliere and money launderer for Bruno’s dad Moxie. He wanted to drop selling pot and whoring, and move Intergang more into arms dealing, tax fraud, and various real estate scams. Bruno was into cutting edge weapons smuggling and development too but wanted to keep up the old business too and was skeptical of the rest. Thought Edge was a failed businessman who wanted a second chance at going legit. He isn’t, he’s just smart and trying to export one more thing from Japan to America: the way criminals work.”

“Okay but who is showing up to this thing anyway, outside of Edge of course?” You ask.

“Roland Desmond, AKA Blockbuster. Oswald “The Penguin” Cobblepot. Warren White AKA Great White, Roman “The Black Mask” Sionis, Tony Twist, and our own Harley Quinn and her dear friend Poison Ivy.” Malone says, putting out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe.

>A.) Roland Desmond?

>B.) The Penguin?

>C.) Great White?

>D.) Black Mask?

>E.) Tony Twist?

>>1955903
>>A.) Roland Desmond?
why block buster the other are all crime lords in some respect but not him

>>1955903
>A.) Roland Desmond?

>>1955914

Maybe he's the muscle.

>E.) Tony Twist?

>>1955917
>>1955914
>>1955920
You're confusing Roland with Mark.

Nightwing fan here.

>>1955927

My bad.

Changing my vote to Tony Twist, then.

>>1955903

>E.) Tony Twist?

>>1955903
>E.) Tony Twist?

>>1955927
ok that's different

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“Tony Twist?” You ask, the name sounding familiar. Wasn’t he a crime boss in New York or something.

“Antonio "Tony Twist" Twistell. The man representing New York City, your man.” Malone says with a smile. “Also known by Don Dracula though never to his face. The rest of the mob syndicates hate and fear him up to and including his own subordinates and it’s how he earned the nickname. He has a pattern of stabbing the back of every partner and boss he’s ever worked for. Salavatore “the Bullfighter” back in Sicily, Peter the Fat in Boston when he just jacked cigarette and booze trucks, Johnny Two Times in New York for his share of the number’s game, and now finally Bruno “Ugly” Mannheim for the whole New York City pie. Used to be one hell of a boxer to but it seems he likes all types of pies. Fatass” Malone continues.


>A.) So what’s my story? I’m sort of in the public eye now.

>B.) Should be expecting muscle of some sort.

>C.) So I take it this is going to be a big deal...why is a newbie like me selected for this.

>D.) Ready to get going?

>>1955998
>A.) So what’s my story? I’m sort of in the public eye now.
>C.) So I take it this is going to be a big deal...why is a newbie like me selected for this.

>>1955998
>A.) So what’s my story? I’m sort of in the public eye now.
>D.) Ready to get going?

lets get the show on the road

>>1955998
>A
>D

>>1955998
>A
>D
>Since we will pretend it was Harley that brougth me to the bad side do i get/need to wear make up?

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“So what’s my story? I’m sort of in the public eye now.” You say.

“Harley Quinn’s new squeeze turned muscle and bodyguard. If you want you got a taste for blow up to you I don’t micromanage. Best to stick close to the truth as possible.” Malone says. “Whatever you do, don’t pull out your gravity powers in anyway that is conspicuous though. We can play off your super strength and the like pretty easily as generic metahuman powers. Throw out the gravity stuff? Edge knows who you are and we’re fucked.”

“Since we will pretend it was Harley that brought me to the bad side do I get or need to wear make up or some dumb goon outfit?” You ask.

“Yeah, a speedo. Don’t worry I packed one.” Harley smiles. “Look pretty, but let me do all the talking. You’re the eye candy.”

“Got it? Ready to get going.” You ask putting down the menu.

“Sounds good to me!” Quinn says grabbing your arm and getting up from her seat.

“Save it for the crime lords and drug dealers please. Let those asshole get sick and not me.” Malone grunts, getting up from his seat and putting on fedora.

Those hats always looked utterly ridiculous. They had to come out of style sometime.


………………………………………………


As you get off the plane you see a man in a black suit and gloves holding a sign labeled Quinn, quite sloppily in fact though not to the point of illegibility, Jand watch as Malone and Quinn quietly walk up to him.

>A.) Let me guess Ivy?

>B.) You think Batman is going to be okay with this?

>C.) What are we going to do with the driver when we get their.

>D.) How about we just pay for a limo huh?

>>1956128
>A.) Let me guess Ivy?

>C.) What are we going to do with the driver when we get their.

>>1956128
>A.) Let me guess Ivy?
>C.) What are we going to do with the driver when we get their.

>>1956128
>A
>C

>>1956128
>A
>C

>>1956128
>A.) Let me guess Ivy?

>>1956128
>>A.) Let me guess Ivy?
>B.) You think Batman is going to be okay with this?

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“Let me guess, Ivy?” You ask.

“Yep. She’s pretty nice making sure get to ride in style and for free like this.” Harley says with a laugh, running to the chauffeur quickly with both of her arms extending out like an airplane.

“Okay Harley, but what are we going to do with the driver once we get to meeting? Cause we ain’t going to...hurt him. I won’t stand for it.” You say.

“Me neither.” Malone says.

“We ain’t going to kill him...we’ll just tell him to stay in the woods for a few hours.” Harley says turning back to the both of you with a big smile. After your reading the looks the two of you are giving her though her smile quickly fades and turns into a big disappointed and ashamed frown.

“Okay, okay. I’ll have Ivy tell him to circle then street for a few hours until we get back, it’ll give him something to do. He can listen to the radio too!” Harley says.

The two of your looks continue and cause to wither more.

“Oh come on, what do you want?” Harley says.

“Har...what about that guy’s family? His job. He can’t just pack up and leave for a dozen or so hours on company time or his own after blowing a ton of money on gas and wasted business opportunities. I mean he could lose his job over this Harley. Would it be so hard just to pay the dupe and have him just forget who his clients were?” You say.

“Fine, I get where you are coming from.” Harley says sighing and walking with the chauffeur.

“Well, well you do got a leash on her. It true you’re...you know, banging her?” Malone asks.

>A.) None of your business man

>B.) Yes

>C.) Sort of.

>D.) No.

>>1956290
>A.) None of your business man

"...But it was just one time."

>>1956290
>>A.) None of your business man

>>1956290
>A.) None of your business man

"I think asking those sorts of questions is beneath a professional."

>>1956290
>>C.) Sort of.
its complicated well beyond complicated

>>1956290
>A

>>1956323
>>1956331
Sure to both of these

>>1956337
Please no.

>>1956290
>A.) None of your business man

be a damn professional

>>1956355
I meant as write in answers to each one if you want. not combined

>>1956366
So write-in augmentations to the stock answer will be used? Am I understanding you correctly?

>>1956373
If people like them and they are not out of there. Yes

>>1956290
>>A.) None of your business man
>Why? You want a turn around the Merry Go Round? Keep your mind out of the gutter and on the job

Oh man knowing that Malone is batman, it hurts to say this. (of course its the only chance to say something like that)

>>1956290
>A

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“None of your business. You want a turn around the Merry Go Round? Keep your mind out of the gutter and on the job. I would think these questions would be beneath professionals like us.” You answer, not even bothering to face him and just facing Quinn and your driver.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Malone says with a smile. “Besides it is being professional if my co workers are sleeping together. It effects me unlike your first name or favorite baseball team. I gotta know if one of you will do something stupid because of the other one. If the two of you would fuck me over for the other person, especially their presumed safety. Politeness and manners are for suckers and spoiler inbred idiots who will perpetually remain two miles from the nearest shooting at all times.”

“Why the hell did Batman dump you one me?” You ask yourself continuing to follow Harley and going your best to ignore Malone as he walks me next to you.

As you make your way to the limo, you see Harley on a portable phone bigger than her head talking into it and then handing over to the driver, twice actually as he drops it with his limb hands and almost stoner spaced out look in his eyes. You also see a stunning green skinned with, with the classic curves of a 30’s pin up and the lively scent of the foliage of a forest in spring. Poison Ivy.

“Hello there Adam. Malone it’s funny I thought of all the people I worked with you’d have been the most annoying. I apologize.” Ivy says softly.

>A.) Hi Ivy

>B.) Come on Ivy, it was the right move. You don’t really want to kill the guy right?

>C.) Don’t worry it’s over between me and Quinn.

>D.) Ivy, what do you got against me? I haven’t done anything to Harley.

>>1956531
>>A.) Hi Ivy

>>1956531
>A

>>1956531
>A.) Hi Ivy

>>1956531
>A.) Hi Ivy

>>1956531
>>A.) Hi Ivy

>>1956531
>>D.) Ivy, what do you got against me? I haven’t done anything to Harley.

I'm being a rebel

>>1956531
>>A.) Hi Ivy
>D.) Ivy, what do you got against me? I haven’t done anything to Harley.

“Hi Ivy.” You say, waving your hand as you do so.

“Oh don’t get cute with me mister. That make work with 90% of the human female population but it doesn’t work with my demographic.” Poison Ivy says, waving her hand dismissively at you and walking towards Malone.

“Why did Batman send him? I thought he was the only out there who hated his guts as much as I did?” Ivy asks.

“Because Wonder Woman likes him and wants to give him a chance.” Malone answers, shrugging his shoulders.

“Should have known.” Ivy says flashing her eyes to you however briefly.

You just sigh and get into the limo. Shortly afterwards Harley and the driver follow you into the car, Harley sitting on your lap and the driver into the front seat section. Finally after Malone and Ivy are done bitching you out, they join you both in the book seat. Ivy is trying to conceal her fury at you, but her mouth and eye twitching while looking at you are too big of a tell. Malone just stifled a laugh at the whole scene and probably your previous denial of sleeping with Harley Quinn. Whatever let him laugh and moan. You got work to do.

It takes about an additional forty to fifty minutes to each the rural marshes and beach side Snowflame had arranged the meeting at. Most of it was completely uneventful, just brilliant flashes of dark and bright greens of the trees and bushes in the swamps and increasingly ancient and sometimes dilapidated gas stations and storefronts. Each of the vegetation patches just stretches for miles and miles, while the civilization increasingly becomes blips on the radar. All very scenic. All of it ranging from almost awe inspiring to nostalgic to tragic.

Finally you reach the spot, the driver slowly down in uncertainty. You don’t blame him. Sure there is large, faux traditional cabin there. Too large. The damned thing was a manor, it’s stretched arches not feet. The logs attached too of it where legitimate, but it was of different breeds. Some of from the hotter , wetter climates and others from mid western cold hardy climates, and some from the rain forest. All radically different shades of brown.

What really stood out though, was the giant ass yacht on the shore. Groups of limos and men in suits or paramilitary gear were boarding it or guarding it. You could see from here, wine and cocktails were being served alongside shrimp and other party foods.

“Well this wasn’t on the itinerary.” Harley says

>End

>>1956775
thanks for running

question did Adam see the Lois Lane interview with G. Geoffories

>>1956834
Yes

>>1956881
well then we now know Clark Kent is superman
since in the interview Lois was called out for cheating on Clark with superman and our prison convo she admitted to being superman's fiancé

>>1956893
Not really.

I'm going to get into more world building stuff eventally, but there is a whole funny drama thing to this. Lois was sorta dating Superman, dumped him and eventually got together with Clark and then staying with him but pretending to dump him for Superman when she finds out the truth, so people don't put two and two together.

>>1956951
shit I forgot one of the biggest things about superhero quest

comic book logic

S-Link updates when?

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The four of you eventually decide to pull up with the rest of the limos and depart for the yacht that just screamed that it was compensating for something. As you walk amongst the tide of people in designer suits and flak jackets, you turn back only once to see the chauffeur and limo roll and then speed into the horizon and rolling hills of green, where he would wait for a few hours for your return. If this ended up an overnight trip, well he would just wander him with a bad memory and a few hundred dollars in his pocket. You had other means of transportation.
As you enter the front deck, your eyes start to be able to tell apart the well dressed security detail from the VIPs in rather short order. Next to a group of men in paramilitary gear was the Great White, wearing a pale white suit that rolled up into a center seam and collar of a brilliant red and light but very present greys on the sleeves. Matched his face perfectly, his pale deformed head now a plain blade lumped flesh of grey and white. And crimson red gums with filled teeth. On the other side of the boat, an eight foot tall man with a pronounced forehead was wheeling around an elderly woman in a blue flapper outfit while she barked orders at waiters and just random passerby. The two were in utter paradox, she a skeleton and he a man with muscles on his arm larger than the wheels on the limo you rode in on. In the center a fat stout man in, a downright ancient or classic depending on tastes and level of politeness tuxedo ensemble complete with a top hat fought with another man in another white suit and boxers build, with an obsidian black skull helmet or the like on his head.

>A.) Go see Great White

>B.) Go see Blockbuster

>C.) Go see the Penguin

>D.) Go see the Black Mask

>>1959198
>>For those of you can't read that

The four of you eventually decide to pull up with the rest of the limos and depart for the yacht that just screamed that it was compensating for something. As you walk amongst the tide of people in designer suits and flak jackets, you turn back only once to see the chauffeur and limo roll and then speed into the horizon and rolling hills of green, where he would wait for a few hours for your return. If this ended up an overnight trip, well he would just wander him with a bad memory and a few hundred dollars in his pocket. You had other means of transportation.

As you enter the front deck, your eyes start to be able to tell apart the well dressed security detail from the VIPs in rather short order. Next to a group of men in paramilitary gear was the Great White, wearing a pale white suit that rolled up into a center seam and collar of a brilliant red and light but very present greys on the sleeves. Matched his face perfectly, his pale deformed head now a plain blade lumped flesh of grey and white. And crimson red gums with filled teeth. On the other side of the boat, an eight foot tall man with a pronounced forehead was wheeling around an elderly woman in a blue flapper outfit while she barked orders at waiters and just random passerby. The two were in utter paradox, she a skeleton and he a man with muscles on his arm larger than the wheels on the limo you rode in on. In the center a fat stout man in, a downright ancient or classic depending on tastes and level of politeness tuxedo ensemble complete with a top hat fought with another man in another white suit and boxers build, with an obsidian black skull helmet or the like on his head.

>A.) Go see Great White

>B.) Go see Blockbuster

>C.) Go see the Penguin

>D.) Go see the Black Mask

>>1959216
>B.) Go see Blockbuster

>>1959216
>>B.) Go see Blockbuster

>>1959216
>>B.) Go see Blockbuster

>>1959216
>C

>>1959216
>>C.) Go see the Penguin

You stroll over to Roland Desmond, as he continues to wheel around the old woman and in an attempt to introduce her to people and show her various views from the yacht as it started sailing. You see the man smile large menacingly when people attempt to give him or her a polite or not so polite brush off, while he shows a genuine grin and throws out a friendly hand who those who indulge the woman. Family.

The old woman cries out, asking if anyone would just give her a Tom Collins. Blockbuster does his best to soothe the woman as his help and hangers on. But the woman remains indignant about the drink, that in fact a party should in fact be serving drinks and should be ready and waiting for guests to order them. You divert from bee lining towards them, to veering towards a server and grabbing a drink from on top a tray he was holding.

“Here you go madam. People just don’t have the manners they used to. Or the organization.”You say smiling as you approach them holding out the drink

The woman reaches over from her wheelchair and grabs it, Blockbuster and two men grabbing her and helping her back to her wheelchair when she manages to grab it. The man views you with a suspicious gratefulness, waiting for the sales pitch it seemed, but the old lady with affection and relief as she quiets down and sips on her drink. He placed a hand on her shoulder and than focuses on you.

“Oh thank you young man, see Roland, some people do have manners.” The old woman says.

“I see that mother. Roland Desmond of Bludhaven. You are?” Blockbuster says

>A.) Adam Issacs, New York.

>B.) Adam Issacs, Gotham.

>C.) Adam Issacs, working with Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.

>>1959349
>A.) Adam Issacs, New York.

"It's nice to meet you."

>>1959349
>B

>>1959349
>>A.) Adam Issacs, New York.

>>1959349

Changing >>1959359 to B. No extra dialogue.

>>1959368
Okay

>>1959349
>>C.) Adam Issacs, working with Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.

>>1959349
>>B.) Adam Issacs, Gotham.

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“Adam Issacs, Gotham.” You say taking his large sledge hammer sized hand and putting just enough muscle into to make it firm and let him now you had a gift.

“My condolences. Gotham is a little crowded and complicated as of late.” Roland says staring down at you with a smile, returning your firm grip.

“As of late? That’s just how Gotham always is Mr. Desmond.” You say.

“You’re a little young but before the Joker, before Batman even...the city was more orderly. The Falcone and the Cabblepots were good caretakers and as long as you stayed on your side of the fence good business partners. When my father and grandfather run whiskey down from Canada, he used to say his favorite client was always the Falcones. Never tried to low ball him but also tolerated no disrespect. Real men. Not freaks in tights.” Roland continues.

>A.) Not a fan of the Joker or Black Mask I take it.

>B.) Normally I’d feel like I have to defend Harley or Ivy here but...you’re kinda right. Not the most stable of people.

>C.) But your brother Mark was a caped villain wasn’t he?

>D.) So you have a working relationship with Oswald then?

>E.) Quinn and Ivy are good people Mr Desmond.

>>1959474
>A.) Not a fan of the Joker or Black Mask I take it.
>D.) So you have a working relationship with Oswald then?

>>1959474
>>A.) Not a fan of the Joker or Black Mask I take it.

>>1959474
>A

>>1959474
>A.) Not a fan of the Joker or Black Mask I take it.

“Not a fan of the Joker or Black Mask I take it?” You ask.

“That’s one way of putting it. Ever the circus came to Gotham, the freak show has not only turned into a war zone but sunk profit margins for all of us. It pretty hard to run a casino or sell drugs when you have to worry about some clown blowing up the city block your men are working on or taking the entire city hostage with some elaborate death trap. Honestly I don’t know a single mob boss or syndicate leader who doesn’t have at least a six figure bounty on his head.” Desmond says sighing.

“That include you?” You ask.

“No, I sprang for 5 million.” Roland says with a laugh.

“Why hasn’t anyone taken it?” You ask.

“Plenty of people tried but they end up in body bags. The Joker might be crazy, but he’s crazy like a fox.” Desmond says. “Now if you excuse me, I promised my mother I’d take her to see the sunset. If you’d ever like some work, you can talk to me after Snowflame gives his sales pitch.”

>A.) Go see Black Mask.

>B.) Go see Penguin

>C.) Go see Great White

>D.) Go see what Harley and Ivy are up too.

>>1959627
>B.) Go see Penguin

>>1959627
>>B.) Go see Penguin

>>1959627
>B

>>1959627
>B.) Go see Penguin

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By the time you reach Cobblepot, he has helped himself to at least three handfuls of shrimp, and was leaning over the table to get two more at the very least. His men had wrangled together another about four servers, while waited by anxiously holding out their trays towards him. Sure enough before you had time to open your mouth, he was on them. Stuffed mushrooms, pigs in a blanket, cocktail weenies, lamb meatballs, and more. Completely and utterly disgusting, his mouth not only cramming it in all at once and spilling out but also chewing it down with his mouth completely open.

“Hello Mr. Cobblepot.” You say, thinking of offering him a hand but thinking better of it.

He looks at you a moment, freezing with a handful of shrimp in one hand and cocktail weenies in another, mouth agape and filled with mushed together good. Finally he chokes it down, spitting more out on his jacket, and puts all the shrimp down his gullet and offers a meaty smile. He wipes his hand on his jacket and offers it to you.

“Oswald Cobblepot at your service. I take it you’re new on the scene? The criminal one anyway, I know you from the fashion papers. What’s a model doing organized crime? Or you here just to get first dips on the coke?” The Penguin says in a posh and very fake British accent.

>A.) Both, got to support a habit somehow.

>B.) I’m with Quinn, just here to show my respects Mr Cobblepot.

>C.) I’m more than a pretty face, I’m told I pack a pretty nasty left hook.

>D.) Not so far off from a former cosmetic salesman like Black Mask, is it?

>E.) Write in

>>1959748
>>A.) Both, got to support a habit somehow.

>>1959748
>D.) Not so far off from a former cosmetic salesman like Black Mask, is it?
>C.) I’m more than a pretty face, I’m told I pack a pretty nasty left hook.

Maybe throw in a joke about coke?

>>1959760
Sure.

>>1959748
Seconding
>>1959760

>>1959748
>D
>C

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“Hey, I might be a model but I’m not from LA, not used to that type of snow.” You say, cracking a smile. Oswald looks at you for a while and then starts laughing outrageously, almost squeaking out little fits of laughter. A second after he does, so do his men behind him briefly and politely.

“Besides it’s not so far off from a former cosmetic salesman like Black Mask, is it?” You say, shrugging.

“No, no it isn’t. Then again he’s half a freak. No where near as bad as the Joker, almost as gallant like Carmine Falcone, but a screw loose here or there.” Cobblepot says, laughing a bit at the end and looping his index finger near the temple of his head. “Still funny that a professional pretty boy has the skills for his kind of work. What can you do?”

“Well, let’s just say I have a nasty left hook.” You say with a smile, pantomiming a punch. This only causes more laughter, including soft silky feminine one.

You turn and see a familiar face. Asian, raven haired, a figure that could make a man weak and stupid...and then quite easily finish them off from there. Her face was even more stunning, but barely hiding the fact she was dangerous. Something in the eyes. She was wearing a bright green strapless and sleeveless dress that came down to only here thighs. Green seemed to be Cheshire’s favorite color.

“Ah, Cheshire. Meet Adam Issacs. He’s new to the business and I think is hoping to break into the Gotham terf and is going around showing his respects. Charming fellow.” Penguin says with a laugh, motioning his introducing you to her.

>A.) Cheshire. Jade Nguyen correct?

>B.) So is Sportsmaster here?

>C.) Penguin, would you mind if I borrowed your beautiful valet for a moment. I’d love to get her a drink.

>D.) I am new and showing my respects Mr Cobblepot, but I actually work for Miss Quinn

>>1959953
>A.) Cheshire. Jade Nguyen correct?
>D.) I am new and showing my respects Mr Cobblepot, but I actually work for Miss Quinn

>>1959953
>A

>>1959953
>A.) Cheshire. Jade Nguyen correct?

We've yet to actually tell people who we're working for and things have been civil. It might be a good idea to keep our 'employer' a mystery for now. Climate looks like no one likes the Joker, and that might carry over to his ex. As awful as that is.

>>1959953
>A.) Cheshire. Jade Nguyen correct?

>>1960006

The supervillains tend to like Harley, but I'm not sure how the mafia-types would feel about her.

>>1960018
Not saying, but that is a very important difference. Super Villains do not equal crime lords

>>1959953
>A
>C

>>1960023

I know.

With how easily we can ingratiate ourselves with the underworld, maybe should find time to build up our own undercover alias like Batman does.

>>1960048

We don't have one, though.

>>1960059
Yeah, right now, but we can always generate one for future use.

Maybe ask Plastic Man about it sometime later. Use our charisma for more than just harem gathering.

>>1960069
Or Nightwing. He trusts us enough, I think.

So we could go by Issac Adams?

>>1960098
*Isaac

“Cheshire. Jade Nguyen correct?” You say offering your hand, which Jade quickly takes.

“Yes, my you aren’t just some pretty hanger on who’s just doing this for shits and giggles are you? You’ve done you’re homework haven’t you?” Jade says smiling deviously and shaking your hand.

“It was simple, you have a pretty good reputation. One of the best in the business.” You say, returning a smile.

“Want my advice Ozzy? Hire this man immediately.” Cheshire says, prompting laughter from everyone present and listening.

“You’re wasted on muscle with a silver tongue like that and golden boy good lucks. You’d be one hell of a hustler.” Penguin says, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping his eyes with it.

“If you’d like...I can introduce you to a few people in our line of the business. No offense, but talking to the heads directly isn’t the best way to deliver a resume, you want them to come to you and build a reputation first.” Jade says.

>A.) Sure that would be great.

>B.) Nah, thank you for the offer though.

>C.) Want to get some drinks first? My treat.

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>>1960098
Sadly yes

>>1960108
>A.) Sure that would be great.

>>1960108
>C

>>1960124

Forgot to add

>C.) Want to get some drinks first? My treat.

to that.

>>1960108
>>C.) Want to get some drinks first? My treat

>>1960108
>>C.) Want to get some drinks first? My treat.

>>1960108
>>C.) Want to get some drinks first? My treat.

>>1960108
>C.) Want to get some drinks first? My treat.

>>1960108
Let the records show that I think we're getting ahead of ourselves here. I know I just mentioned that we should invest in building an underworld alias, but not with our 'real' name and occupation attached to it. Damn our silver tongue and golden good looks!

We really are the schmoozing king.

>A.) Sure that would be great.
>C.) Want to get some drinks first? My treat

In for a penny; in for pound...

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“Want to get drinks first? My treat.” You say

“What fun is being an assassin if you can’t drink on the job?” Cheshire says, taking your arm and wrapping into hers as she guided the two of you to the tail end of the boat.

About a dozen people gathered along the large bar counter near the end of the ship’s deck and what could have been another entrance into the belly of the yacht. An olive skinned man with wispy blonde hair served cocktails to guests and found time to pour about a dozen glasses of wine to servers who promptly went back to the normal crowds and clusters of people to hand them off and presumably start the whole process again.

The two of you each other drinks and lounge by the bar counter, Jade making no effort whatsoever to divert her eyes from you and offer a smile that was very far from pure or chaste. She puts a hand on your leg and with the other starts pointing people out occasionally averting her eyes and then bringing them back after each person.

“That there is Stallion and Bruatle. Small time muscle and assassins, though they get the job done and have quite the lucrative careers in Bludhaven. More than willing to work with others. Cog head over there is Overkill, he freelances for the mafia and the CIA. Seriously. Works mostly alone and has a habit of killing off partners to get their share. Works in New York occasionally, you’re home town. Be careful if you cross path with him.” Jade says, her breasts brushing against your shoulder and chin. Very intentional. “There are a few other people here...Killshot and the like, but I’ll be honest and cut to the chase. Why don’t you show me what you got and you can work with me or I can put in a word with my father?”

>A.) Father?

>B.) Sportsmaster right?

>C.) Show me what I got? You want to spar here or something?

>D.) Why do I feel there is going to be casting couch somewhere at the end of this interview.

>>1960250
>>A.) Father?
>C.) Show me what I got? You want to spar here or something?

>D.) Why do I feel there is going to be casting couch somewhere at the end of this interview.

>>1960250
>A.) Father?
>C.) Show me what I got? You want to spar here or something?
>D.) Why do I feel there is going to be casting couch somewhere at the end of this interview.

>>1960250
>A.) Father?
>C.) Show me what I got? You want to spar here or something?
>D.) Why do I feel there is going to be casting couch somewhere at the end of this interview.

>>1960250
>A
>C
>D

>>1960250
>A.) Father?
>C.) Show me what I got? You want to spar here or something?
>D.) Why do I feel there is going to be casting couch somewhere at the end of this interview.

Why do I get the feeling we have some kind of power not dissimilar to Queen Bee...

>>1960290
For Cheshire...she's just pretty open and forward sexually.

You were designed to be the most handsome man in the world though so...

>>1960297
>>1960290

And Cheshire is a size queen. Plus Adam is probably showing some stuff off.

Are we wearing the speedo?

gg

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“Father?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah Sportsmaster. Second in the business after Deathstroke, especially now that Deadshot is behind bars.” Cheshire says.

“Holy shit, really?” You ask, dumbly.

“Yeah, got pulled in London. Guys losing his touch, can’t miss my ass.” Cheshire says. “Do how about it?”

“Show me what I got? You want to spar here or something?” You ask.

“If you want, I prefer some place away from prying eyes and away from potential clients or civilians. Hurting them unprovoked is a great way to lower your pay grade or finding a knife in your back after a mission is done.” Cheshire says, almost purring her hand moving lower on your thigh.

“Why do I feel there is going to be a casting couch somewhere at the end of this interview? Out of the eye of prying eyes huh.” You ask.

“It’s true, you’re only getting this shot because you’re hot and I want to sleep with you.” Cheshire says bluntly, hand massaging your thigh and her smile becoming even more mischievous. “But a couple of things about that. It doesn’t matter to much about your performance there, if you’re good at what we need you to be, you’re in. Though if you’re really good, maybe I’ll just rent you an apartment and see you when I can when I’m not working? Second we don’t have to wait until this is over for us to get that casting couch. I know a way into the cabin no one but Snowflame does. While he’s doing his boring business pitch about giving them enough coke to send them to the moon, you can see if you can take me to the stars in his bedroom.”

Wait Snowflame’s bedroom? The cabin? That would be right near the cocaine or any of his personal documents. On the other hand….

Cheshire’s hand moves further down

>A.) Let her continue but keep her talking about this entrance

>B.) Stop her

>C.) Stop her, tell her you’re seeing Harley

>D.) Sure let’s go

>>1960318
Not yet, but you have it.

Also the answer to this is very important honestly.

>>1960338
>“Do how about it?”

What?

>>1960350
Thorism sorry.

>>1960350
typo the "S" and "D" are right next to one another

>>1960338
>>A.) Let her continue but keep her talking about this entrance
And tell her that Harley better be on that couch too, or no foot-long for kitty.

I'm both hoping and dreading that she calls our bluff and says yes.

>>1960338
Seconding
>>1960368

Or, at the very least, get Harley's approval.

>>1960338
>A
Then once we got all we can
>C
Harley might freak out and Ivy might take revenge on her behalf, or at least thats the excuse.

>>1960360

What were you trying to write?

>>1960338
>>B.) Stop her

>>1960380
So how about it

So two for A and one for A and C?

>>1960338
>>A.) Let her continue but keep her talking about this entrance
>C.) Stop her, tell her you’re seeing Harley
So Harley had better be in on it too

>>1960403
Plus I'm pretty sure this is a test on loyalty. It wouldn't surprise me, anyway.

>>1960401

Seems to be mainly for A & C, with one person voting for B.

“Okay, how the hell do you expect us to make it past his guards and security systems. They might not plug us if we tell em’ we were just going to play around but that’s if they don’t shot first.” You ask, smiling and honestly enjoying Jade’s hands. You did lean on the other side though.

“That’s what makes it fun. Besides it isn’t a door, it’s a shaft. No cameras, no guards by it, no nothing. He won’t know we were there...well Snowflame will figure out somebody was there but he’ll never figure out it was us or even really care to try. He’ll just throw out the sheets. Or wash him, who knows he might be cheap.”

“Okay, okay. Where is it.” You say looking around. Cheshire leans over as you do so, her face is inches away from yours and you swear she was only a centimeter away from kissing your neck. Her hand was now you other leg. Moving down.

“Right behind the bar. Think it was installed in here for smuggling honestly. But I promise it’s big enough for all of us.” Cheshire purs, moving her hand down, stopping, and then rubbing a little bit more deliberately. “Wow you’re big...and lean left. This is going to be fun...”

“Thanks. But I’m here with Harley and….” You start, Cheshire suddenly looking up to you and eyes opening wide.

“Holy shit, you’re the hero Harley was dating. The one with the huge dick!” Cheshire whispers silently

Great, all this undercover work and it gave you away.

>End

>>1960428
Was just making sure, because that was the special answer if you did that.

Don't worry though Sportsmaster owes you a favor.

>>1960456
>>1960461

Well that was fucking instant. Hahaha!

>>1960461
>Don't worry though Sportsmaster owes you a favor.

Dick one daughter and not the other and we'll be cool?

At least she didn't scream it out loud.

>>1960464
Adam saved Artemis' life

>>1960469

Not yet.

>>1960456

Thanks for running, Man.

S-Links when?

>>1960469
small mercy's I guess

>>1960475

Forgot about that part.

And, if Adam does lay down some pipe on Cheshire, I wonder if she'll brag loudly about it to Artemis the next time they're around each other.

>>1960456
Thx for running.

https://pastebin.com/Bbak8nVE
Social Links update

>>1960812

Finally. Thank you.

The two of you just shit there a moment, you waiting for her to just shout and having to fight your way off the boat. Cheshire sits there stunned, partially out of surprise but also because she honestly appears to no idea what do to from there. Couldn’t blame her especially after what happened last time with Harley. Or with the Doom Patrol.

“So are you going to bust me?” You ask, casual in tone but your body tensing up just in case you had to hop out your stool and get into some action real quick.

“No. Partly because I owe you, you saved my sister. Partly because you’d just kick everyone’s here’s ass and my rep would continue to plummet.” Cheshire says.

“Your sister?” You ask

“You don’t know? Well you’ll find out sooner rather than later, and it might be best if it came from her.” Jade says giving you a devious grin again. “If I might ask though, why the hell are you here? You going to arrest everyone here or something?”

>A.) Something

>B.) Not today and not you.

>C.) Here to just gather info, not normal cape work.

>>1966914
>B

>The two of you just shit there a moment
Awkward
>C.) Here to just gather info, not normal cape work.

>>1966914
>>C.) Here to just gather info, not normal cape work.

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>>1966944

>>1966914
>>C.) Here to just gather info, not normal cape work.

>D. I can only imagine what will be said when it's found out my Dick blew the op.

>>1967075
Apparently Adam is too famous for undercover work. Or at least parts of him are.

“I’m here to just gather info, not normal cape work.” You say, leaning back and grabbing your Tom Collins. Turns out you hated it but a drink was a drink.

“Well looks like Gravitas is going places and growing up. Was rooting for ya, glad things are going good for you.” Jade says, now relaxing in her stool. “Glad this isn’t going to turn into a brawl again. Just easy money.”

“Well, thank you.” You say.

“For what? Oh right. You’re welcome.” Jade says smiling changing ever so slightly. “Well you’re smart. Dating on the other side of the line is best for everyone.”

“What?” You ask.

“You know if your a cape...dating a villain if you’re a hero and dating a hero if you’re a villain.” Jade says.

“Never heard of that reasoning before.” You say.

“No one likes talking about it but it’s true. If you’re crook, your lover might be looking to bust you but not fuck you over like a business partner would. Plus if you’re in real trouble, you know they got you’re back. Us villains aren’t going to suddenly kill you or your team anymore, so that’s a plus. We are better at respecting boundaries too.” Cheshire says. “You know the offer still stands right?”

>A.) Alright.

>B.) Thanks but I’m taken (Go see Harley and Ivy)

>C.) Thanks but I’m on the job (Go see Black Mask)

>D.) Thanks but I’m on the job (Go see Morgan Edge)

>E.) Thanks but I’m on the job (Go see the Great White)

>>1967130
>B
Lets see what the others found out by now.

>>1967130
>Jade says, now relaxing in her stool.
I thought the "shit" thing was a typo

>>1967175
hey, this time no errors so don't make fun

>>1967130
>Alright

underdog

>>1967130
>>D.) Thanks but I’m on the job (Go see Morgan Edge)
"Perhaps some other time."

>>1967130
>>D.) Thanks but I’m on the job. And taken. (Go see Morgan Edge)

>>1967130
Convince Harley and we'll see Jade.

>go back to Harley we're muscle

>>1967227
Clarity on this? Do you mean go see Harley and try to go back and fuck Jade cause...

>>1967238
I think he meant
"Convince Harley and will see, Jade."
As in Adam said it.

No cheat on spoopy goth gf!

>>1967254

>Don't cheat on spooky goth gf!

Oh sweet summer child, you don't know do you?

>>1967130
>C.) Thanks but I’m on the job (Go see Black Mask)
"Gotta at least pretend to be a professional, right? If you can talk Harley into it, I'll back you 100%."

“Thanks, but I’m on the job” You say, getting up and moving back to the normal crowds.

You plan on looking for Morgan Edge but you got to admit, it’s hard. Everyone else you had vague but accurate memories of and a damn perfect recollection what they looked like. It was all fake of course, programmed in by H.I.V.E but the info was real. Morgan Edge it seemed was important enough for them to program in there, had managed to stay below H.I.V.E’s radar, or Harley had released you before they could get program it into your noggin. You look around for about ten minutes and are getting frustrated, when a glass of wine spills it self on your chest and smashes into a thousand pieces as it hits the floor.

“My apologizes….Mr?” A man with a polite upper Metropolis voice asks.

“Mr. Issacs.” You say, as the man takes a hankercheif and hands it to a goon who somehow manages to have one or two inches on you height wise, who leans over and starts rubbing your chest.

“Morgan Edge.” Edge says, giving you his hand briefly and then putting it back in the pocket. Everything screamed bookworm about the man. Lean, thin man with a long torso and almost elongated limbs. Every thing from his head to his accountant like glasses and even head style was block like. Even his smile was an assembled businessman one not genuine or fake at the same time. Something he trotted out exactly when he felt that emotion perhaps.

>A.) Miss Quinn sends her regards and hopes she can rebuild a relationship with Intergang

>B.) I was expecting Ugly Mannheim to show

>C.) Congratulates about your recent ascendancy to Intergang head Mr Edge.

>D.) I thought you weren’t in the drug business Mr Edge?

>>1967408
>C

>>1967408
>>C.) Congratulates about your recent ascendancy to Intergang head Mr Edge.

>>1967408
>C.) Congratulates about your recent ascendancy to Intergang head Mr Edge.

“Congratulations about your recent ascendancy to head of Intergang Mr. Edge.” You say.

“Your not the first one to sat that to me today and at least fool me into thinking you mean it.” Edge says with a small smile.

“Really? You have a much better reputation for professionalism and the reliability then your predecessor Mr. Edge. I thought business in Metropolis stabilizing would be best for everyone.” You say

“Kid, you got a nice brain make sure not to waste on this dope or whatever. But you’re still a baby faced brat, when you go back into the world I know you keep you’re eyes open to survive in your line of work but keep your ears open too. The world is not a simple place.” Edge says, pinching your cheek briefly and playfully. His hands are ice cold and send a chill down from your face to your spine. “ Bruno was a hothead and an idiot, but he was there type of idiot. A man they could understand, a man from their world and time. But I’m a man of the future and that scares them more than Bruno stupidity ever could. They’re dinosaurs looking at the meteor.”

>A.) Miss Quinn sends her regards and hopes that she can rebuild a relationship with Intergang

>B.) The future?

>C.) So why are you seeing Snowflame today. He’s peddling drugs and that isn’t you’re thing I hear.

>D.) It was nice speaking to you (Go see Black Mask)

>E.) It was nice speaking to you (Go see Great White

>F.) It was nice speaking to you (Go tell Harley what you’ve learned and about the entrance to the cabin)

>>1967600
>C.) So why are you seeing Snowflame today. He’s peddling drugs and that isn’t you’re thing I hear.
I'm seriously curious about this.

>>1967600
>>B.) The future?

>>1967600
>F
Lets move the plot forward.

>>1967600
>>C.) So why are you seeing Snowflame today. He’s peddling drugs and that isn’t you’re thing I hear.

“So why are you seeing Snowflame today? He’s peddling drugs and that isn’t your think I hear.” You say.

“Over the long term yes. Congress doesn’t really care too much today about cocaine but tomorrow? Next month? Next year? Five years? Things will change.” Edge says dryly but with a smile on his like he was giving a lecture that he practiced for years. “As it is I might make a short term deal with the man if the conditions allow to pay my share and bail if the winds change. But I’m mostly hear to see how my partners and competition act and plan. Knowledge is power young man. I might find very eager buyers here and I might be able to give one of those bosses the rights to deal cocaine on my property, for say a cut of the profits, or let them take over my supplies and distribution model for a price...or a piece of the action on there turf than I want. Just because I have no interest in drug dealing doesn’t mean there is nothing in it for me.”

“Well that’s smart.” You say.

“And if it wasn’t you’d say the same damned thing.” Edge says.


>A.) Miss Quinn sends her regards and hopes that she can rebuild a relationship with Intergang

>B.) The future?

>C.) It was nice speaking to you (Go see Black Mask)

>D.) It was nice speaking to you (Go see Great White

>E.) It was nice speaking to you (Go tell Harley what you’ve learned and about the entrance to the cabin)

>>1967770
>E

>>1967770
>>B.) The future?

>>1967770
>D.) It was nice speaking to you (Go see Great White

It would look bad if we didn't finish paying respects.

>>1967770
>>E.) It was nice speaking to you (Go tell Harley what you’ve learned and about the entrance to the cabin)

>>1967770
>>E.) It was nice speaking to you (Go tell Harley what you’ve learned and about the entrance to the cabin)

>>1967818
Great white and black mask are the bottom of this particular barrel, we can skip them.

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“It was nice speaking to you.” You say, turning you back and heading towards Harley and Ivy.
Wasn’t hard to find them. Harley was of course white a ghost with her getup on and Ivy was as green as the Jolly Green Giant. Security detail was tracking them and trying to keep enough distance to be subtle about it. They weren’t. Not that you could blame them with what happened after the Black Auction but they could have done a better job of looking inconspicuous. Though the hangers on and men flocking the two of them might have covered their tracks. Servers darted back and forth trying to give them drinks or snacks in between failed attempts at small talk. The mob bosses and free security were little better and mostly trying to brag to two women with plenty of money hidden underneath the mattresses and hidden bank vaults themselves. The rest of guests give them a very large berth however, their reputations preceding them apparently.

As you walk over, they see the look of joy on Harley’s face and the look of utter disdain on Poison Ivy’s and take the hint. They part for you like the red sea for Moses. Harley embraces you briefly and hangs onto your arm, while Ivy just struts in front of your face. You look around but Malone’s not with them. Batman it seems hired a flake.

“Where the hell’s Malone?” You ask

“Snooping around where the employees are getting everything. You wouldn’t bieleve what these people spill to the help.” Ivy says disdainfully “So what did you find out?”

>A.) That Blockbuster is momma’s boy

>B.) I take it from Penguin and Blockbuster that you ladies aren’t too popular. I’d look out.

>C.) A secret entrance to Snowflame’s cabin

>D.) Edge thinks this is all a farce.

>>1967985
>C.) A secret entrance to Snowflame’s cabin

>D.) Edge thinks this is all a farce.

>>1967985

>C.) A secret entrance to Snowflame’s cabin

>D.) Edge thinks this is all a farce.

>>1967985
>C.) A secret entrance to Snowflame’s cabin
>D.) Edge thinks this is all a farce.

>>1967985
>C
>D

Should we mention that Cheshire figured us out? Cause that means we might need to adjust how we interact with Harley while undercover. She's apparently been bragging about us

>>1968092
Sure

>>1968092
Probably should, if Harley is hanging off our arm while its common knowledge shes with a hero then eyebrows will be raised at the very least.

>>1968108
Harley is ah...sexually active...and wouldn't raise too many questions if she's seeing multiple people the same time. It really was just your cock that gave it away. It required A and C to blow your cover.

>>1968118
Regardless, our cover has been compromised by at least one person. She says she'll keep it secret, but it does mean we need to watch what we say and what our partners say. We're lucky Cheshire owes us for saving her sister... and that we have a huge dick.

>>1968138
>Villains recognize us by our dick

Is this the running joke?

>>1968148
Yes, Adam's dick is the running joke of this thread because how obvious Brother Blood is compensating for something.

>>1968148
Curse our physical beauty!

“Ah yeah a couple of things. You just didn’t tell the Rogues about us did you?” You say sighing.

“What? Oh come no I….damn it Boomerang.” Harley curses under her breath. “That guy was always a gossiping hen.”

“Well Cheshire figured it out. Apparently she owes me or something though so isn’t going blab.” You say.

“Great, any good news? Because I don’t trust that bitch as far as I can throw her and I can use it right about now.” Ivy says, large frown form on her face.

“Well to start off with, Morgan Edge thinks this entire thing is farce. He has no real interest in the drug trade, let alone cocaine as the rumors state. He isn’t illogical about it but he opposed to it out of a weird mix of pragmatism and ideology. He probably isn’t buying today and even if he is he’s just using this as an opportunity to settle other business and get a look at Snowflame and the rest of you. Who knows he might even be up to something.”

“The other thing is, the reason Cheshire found out was because we were flirting and she was trying to make our conversation a little more private if you get my meaning. There is a secret entrance to Snowflame’s cabin one he probably half forgot about. Behind the bar, there is a shaft that leads directly down in front of Snowflame’s room. From there we can probably get to go see that or maybe sneak to where the cargo is.” You say.

“See? I told you he was smart and good for something!” Harley says smugly.

“Oh please, Har he just said he was planning on sleeping with another woman.” Ivy says.

“No I didn’t and that’s no important.” You start.

“We’re in an open relationship Red, why do you think I’m still seeing you when I’m with him? Besides he was just pretending to flirt with her. Same think you do with a mark. Should I be jealous of that?” Harley says, jabbing Poison Ivy in the chest.

“Ladies...” You say try to interrupt

“That’s totally different, I never...” Poison Ivy stammers.


“Ladies and Gentlemen from out of town, Snowflame will be addressing you at the front of the deck in five minutes.” A voice blares over the intercom.

>A.) I’ll go sneak into the cabin, you two hear what this is about.

>B.) Harley, your a gymnast right? Go sneak into the cabin, we’ll hear what he has to say.

>C.) Ivy go to the cabin, you can always kiss a guard and make him forget you were ever down there. We’ll hear what Snowflame has to say

>>1968200
>A.) I’ll go sneak into the cabin, you two hear what this is about.

We are the free one. Harley and Ivy are monitored

>>1968153
>>1968154

Also this reminds me of dave chapelle jokes

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>>1968200
>“What? Oh come no I….damn it Boomerang.” Harley curses under her breath

Anyone else thinking pic related?


>A.) I’ll go sneak into the cabin, you two hear what this is about.
They'd be suspicious of a leader missed this.

>>1968200
>>C.) Ivy go to the cabin, you can always kiss a guard and make him forget you were ever down there. We’ll hear what Snowflame has to say

>>1968200
>>A.) I’ll go sneak into the cabin, you two hear what this is about.

>>1968233
eh he's not killing people or trying to kill us

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>>1968200
>“That’s totally different, I never...” Poison Ivy stammers.

Harley Quinn: Party Girl, Kooky Girl, Cock Sleeve, Savage Joisy Girl.


>C.) Ivy go to the cabin, you can always kiss a guard and make him forget you were ever down there. We’ll hear what Snowflame has to say

Seriously, she doesn't even to roll for this shit.

>>1968200
>>A.) I’ll go sneak into the cabin, you two hear what this is about.

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Well that settles it, you get the twist first and didn't even seek the foreshadowing.

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>>1968314
...I think I made a terrible mistake.

>>1968319
It's fine
we can deal with it HEAD-ON

>>1968200
>A

>>1968314
And now I'm worried.

“I’ll sneak into the cabin, you two hear what this is about.” You say softly, Harley holding onto your arm as long as she can before she releases it and joins Ivy into the mass of people centering at the stage Snowflame.

You make way gently and carefully through the outskirts of the crowd pausing just a moment so any onlookers would think you stopped there and weren’t still moving. It takes a two minutes for something that is about twenty feet away from you at best, but you manage to completely avoid any servers let alone any security or the like. You wait a minute more padding along the walls until you find the compartment on the wall and find that’s just barely big enough for you to squeeze in. When a man who sounds like a pro wrestler starts speaking on the microphone, you take that as your cue and jump through, making sure to close the passage way as you go.

When you land, you feel something wet and soft squish underneath your feet. You initially can’t see what is in the lightening which is almost nonexistent, natural lighting only seeping through small circular holes the size of your first here and there along much further sides of the ship. But you know it’s very wet and sticking, you having to pull your shoe up not just lift it. It felt like a weak fabric was covering a sack of something. You kick at the floor and feel something give and turn underneath. Gravity never put up much a fight for you but you get the sickening feeling that maybe this could at one time or another.

You flick your finger along your shoe and taste something salty and sweet. You’ve tasted it before and immediately spit it out. You kick again looking for it’s sides and find them. This wasn’t an object or even an animal. You feel along it and can make out the arms and legs. A body.

Blood.

You hear something in the further down the belly of the ship. It was hard hearing over the loud but muffled sounds of Snowflame’s sales pitch above but it was still somewhat clear even if was on the peripheral of your hearing. It was weird though. You could hear it pretty well but you couldn’t understand it. You could had trouble telling if it was a low constant scream or both.

>A.) Go into Snowflame’s room

>B.) Check it out.

>C.) Go back up deck and warn Harley, Ivy, and Malone.

>D.) Go back up and warn everyone.

>>1968443
>>C.) Go back up deck and warn Harley, Ivy, and Malone.

>>1968443
>>C.) Go back up deck and warn Harley, Ivy, and Malone.

Dammit, where'd my Admiral Ackbar picture go...

>>1968443
>>C.) Go back up deck and warn Harley, Ivy, and Malone.

Get our boys and get out.

>>1968443
>>B.) Check it out.

>>1968483
I like you

>>1968443
>B.) Check it out.

INVESTIGATE FIRST or we became boy who cried wolf

>>1968476
Change my vote to

>Warn Harley, Ivy, Malone, Cheshire, Penguin, Blockbuster, and Edge.

They were okay as far as crime bosses go.

>>1968443
>>B.) Check it out.

>>1968485
Ill change mine, its true we dont actually know what it is yet.
>B

>>1968490
can I come over to your house and fuck your sister

I'm a balls to the wall kinda of guy

>>1968520
Well we might be in for a roll to see if you get caught. Very good if don't.

>>1968516
Fuck that's a good point. No point in getting spooked so easily.

>>1968516
>>1968505
>>1968492
>>1968483
ROLL 1d100

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1968556

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1968556
I have bad luck with d100's but here go's nothing

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1968556
Ninjaaaaaaaaaaaa

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1968556

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1968556
Letsa Go!

>>1968564
nice
Now you can go to his house and fuck his sister

>>1968564
>>1968567
DC70 you barely pass

>>1968574
WHAT A WASTE
LUCK WASTED
why zombo?
whyyy?

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>>1968574

I hate you.

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>>1968580
Alas, my 100 was for naught!

>>1968583
>>1968584
Its not my fault I was beat by a mere 8 seconds!

>>1968589
next time man next time

>>1968443
>>B.) Check it out.

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You have an urge to bolt and warn everyone or least your friends...and Ivy but you stifle it. Sure there was a dead body down here but drug dealers are violent and hostile people. Maybe Snowflame’s security saw someone down here that went exploring or trying to steal something and blasted him away. It might not mean very bad news. Just that the guards would blow you away no questions asked.

That wasn’t good either actually.

You hear the sound from what you presume to be human again and your better nature gets the better of you. You walk until you see a staircase, take a breath, and walk down that further and further into the belly of the abyss, as the sun light starts to move from your knees and to your head, like it’s floating above you in the sky before it just fades away. A candle wisk blown away in the wind. Still down here a low orange light provided enough of a glow for you to mostly find your footing and continue to walk towards the noise finally the end of the staircase.

As you start to move on flat ground again, you start to notice certain things. The doors became more practical down here for one. Where once oak and jungle wood separated doors, cold ugly and pragmatic white and gray steel blocked the passage between the rooms. The floor were not carpeted whatever, immediately causing you to change your footing least you create a banging or clacking sound that anyone with a functioning ear could pick up.

Also the doors were labeled. As you pass a control room, a laundry room, and the engine room, you take the time to squint and study each label in the dark and possibly manage to damage your eyes. Because of this attention to detail you miss the much bigger sign in front of you that didn’t require any night reading just your eyes.

Two men in paramilitary gear, while sitting on the floor with pale skin and stretched skeletal grin. Each one was grasping and moaning. But also laughing softly. You think it didn’t start out that way. Their was blood on their lips and their voices were hoarse. Every ha sounded like it clawed through raw flesh to escape their throats.

One of them raises a hand towards you, eyes pleading for some type of relief. Any kind. But then they go blank and his hand drops.

You hear a man bark orders to someone in the cargo room. It was harsh yet light hearted. Like he hated them utterly but could break into a laugh at any moment.

>A.) Go sneak and see who it is.

>B.) Come in for a fight.

>C.) Go warn everyone.

>D.) Go warn Harley and co

>E.) Write in

Next post last of the night will be the next one and will be a little delayed.

>>1968665
>D.) Go warn Harley and co
ok time to go

>>1968665
>>C.) Go warn everyone.

>>1968665
>D.) Go warn Harley and co

Now, we gotta go.

>>1968665
Mistah J's in the building! ABORT ABORT

>C.) Go warn everyone.

I can't wait to tell you how long I've waited for this moment.

I was partly hoping he'd pull of the mask and you'd only figure it out then but this is good too. You fucked the Joker girl, so guess partly why he's here folks

>>1968683
So... we gonna blame this on our dick again?

>>1968683
>guess partly why he's here folks
Is it because of cocaine?

>>1968689
see this is the problem when you give the good dick

>>1968689
Not about the size of it but because you used it yes.