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An annoying sound could be heard as someone burst open the door. It sounded as if she were humming some kinda fanfare, but very much off tune.

"Did I hear someone call my name? Harley Quinn, at'cha service!"

She looked around the establishment and noticed all of the soldiers and odd looking guests.

"Holy shit... Looks like tha Empire is strikin' back... Don't sue me, Disney! Now whose'at talkin' crap about my fella clown peeps, huh? Ya gotta problem with us? Cuz if so... Let's settle it right now. Mano y clown-o!"

" At this point we're one clown short of calling it Trixie's Circus, not you Miss Quinzell, I was alluding to the murder jesters of the aeldari variety of which I doubt you are aware of since they exist within mine own universe. And no, it's not that Empire, again another universe entirely, we belong to what some have referred to as the Warhammer 40,000 universe of whose denizens this establishment is painfully lacking but then we're an interesting mish-mash of a multiverse to begin with. "

Harley looked at him with a look of confusion on her face, as if she didn't understand a word he just said.

"I'unno none of what'cha jus' said, butcha seem ta get a lot more than me. How 'boutcha buy me a drink an' we'll call even? Hell, I might even sit an' chat with ya's fa a bit. Ya kinda remind me of an old chum of mine anyways."

She didn't approach yet, because she didn't want his men to throw her out on her butt. But she did give the warlord a smile and extended her hand for a friendly shake, if he accepted.

"What'd'ya say, pal?"

Aleksandr returned the gesture a subtle smile and nod, offering a seat instead, he didn't quite trust this one enough just yet to shake hands, what with that age old taser handshake gimmick.

" What's your poison Harleen ? "

He added gesturing to a bartender as if to take the order.

Harley grinned and sat down next to the man. She did put the tiny buzzer back in her pocket though. It's as if he saw right through her.

"I see ya got smarts, and ya know how ta be a real gentleman type."

She looked at the menu and smirked.

"Well, ta tell ya tha truth, Mista J only eva lemme drink on tha holidays on tha count'a he said I get a lil' crazy. How's aboutcha recommend sumthin'? I'on think ya'll lead me wrong."

He came out carrying a tray of smoked turkey sandwiches with red onion aioli and set them down.


"As far as Aleksandr goes, I've taken over making his unit's ration kits. Members of the Imperium are welcome here

Harley, I got a call from Jason or Red Hood. He should be here later.


The bread was made by our most adorable mascot Fumizuki"

Harley looked up and smirked at the mention of Jason.

"Fa realzies? Ya ain't just jerkin' me, are ya? I ain't seen Red in a long time. It'll be nice ta catch up with'im again."

Harley, without asking, did what she does best. She grabbed one of the sandwiches and devoured it Shaggy style, finishing with an underwhelming, and equally as unattractive burp.

"I ain't complainin' or nuthin', but it was missin' sumthin'. I'm thinkin' mustard."

" Amasec it is then, for it doth illuminate one's vitality. "

An amber liquid, vaguely similar atleast in semblance to a cognac was brought forth in a befittingly fanciful goblet, glassware of appropriate craftsmanship. Yet the scents therein, save for that of spirit familiar, were foreign, admixtures of herbs and spices that were unlike those found in the realm here. At first sip there was a caramelline sweetness with mild campfire acridity, before the furor settled in as if in one instance dragons blazed in one's throat, and then it descended to the heart, almost instantaneously liberating vasculature across the body till a pleasant warmth settled in, the experience could be likened to jumping through fire into a sort of lingering comfort. You'd have to be insane to try it, but then again...

" We are all possessed of some madness or compulsion, some aloof and carefree yet others staunch and fanatical. "

"Yanno what, Mista Aleksandr? I think I like ya style. This smells both strong an' amazin' at tha same time! At least it ain't evaclear. That shit'll make tha devil'imself ask fa fa'giveness!"

Harley decided to be elegant for a change. Where she would normally just slam it back, she wanted to savor the flavor. Harley gracefully picked up her glass, extended a pinky, and took a sip. It went down smooth, but she almost instantly felt the fire. Harley coughed, but did her best to hold it back.

"That uh... That'll put hair where it ain't 'spose ta be, won't it? Hah!"

" I have heard tell that concoctions of a lower standard and higher fortitude have been used in place of promethium, though to be fair with you I reckon the mark of a good Amasec is that it renders combustion to one's spittle after consumption therefore, I take pause before partaking of the pipe after libation. So then, what news of Gotham, still plagued by mutants and the sort is it? I suppose that man-bat of yours is keeping all in check, you know, he reminds me a lot of the fallen primarch Konrad Curze, had he remained loyalist there would've been some commonality, though perhaps Corvus Corax too is an apt comparison "

Aleksandr added, indulging himself in another drag of the pipe.

"Ya seem ta know a lot about me an' Gotham. Ya sure ya ain't related ta old Cobblepot? I mean, at least ya look a lot betta than that lil' shit."

She mused before taking another sip.

"Eh, Bats ain't so bad once ya get ta know'im. Neith'a are tha rest of his birdbrained family. I think tha butla is really tha only normal one, 'cept he's some ex-assassin or sumthin'. All's I know is I ain't gonna be tha one'at fafos, yanno?"

After a few more sips, Harley was getting used to this drink. She downed what was left and then rested her head propped up on her hands as her elbows rested on the bar.

"As fa mutants, Iunno. We got my buddies Croc an' Clayface. I'on really know no otha ones right off. Not personally anyways."

Again, Joker could’ve winced when she heard the name “Harley Quinn” spew out of a woman’s mouth. But she remembered that this Harley Quinn wasn’t the one she was thinking of. Not the green venomous little…

“…it is a natural ability of mine,” the jester replied to people listening. “Invisibility. ‘Tis perfect for an escape, to steal, to kill. Like a Phantom Thief.”

She then revealed herself, and the claret jester was in fact remaining on her seat.

“See? I have not moved an inch or two, hmhm~” she concluded. “And you will never see me coming.”

(OOC: Someone please get the references 😭)

" Mmm yes, I do partake in escapades amidst other universes in occasion but I blend into the background as it were, if only to gather intelligence regarding potential threats and spillover. I have heard tell of a fair few of your own escapades no less and I must concede to the unexpected brilliance of such schemes, quite the unlikely savant you've proven yourself as far as dastardly and underhanded deeds go. Though I grow fond of your company and you make for engaging conversation, please know that my disposition is most ill-suited to treachery. "

Aleksandr paused, reaching not for the chainsword but what emerged from within his great coat, it was a condensed black cylinder that promptly extended, a prod... a shock prod, that issued a vicious hornet like buzz upon a certain button being pressed on its exterior, before once again condensing and being placed back in his coat.

" I consider ours, an amicable association of convenience, however, if foul trickery is about I will not hesitate to ruin you. "

A momentary and somewhat uncomfortable pause followed, with interrogative gaze pinned to the specimen beside him.

" Splendid ! now that that's settled, tell me, what venture do you intend on next or are you, as they say, between jobs ? "

A return to jovial dialogue resumed.