Harley Quinn wrote:
"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."
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."
" 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.
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