+1 gun fight

[sweetcandygirl]

A new door opens in the Nexus, signalled by the fact that there is a serious gun-fight on the other end. A young blonde, wearing skin-tight clothes and sporting colorful ponytails, rolls through the door. She fires some shots back into the scene that she just left as cover fire, before slamming the door closed for a brief moment to catch her breath.

It takes her a moment to realize that she doesn't hear the gun fire anymore.

And then she stands, alerted to the fact that she is somewhere new. Somewhere with millions of sights... and sounds... Her eyes get big. And wide.

She puts her gun into a holster at her hips, as she spins around to take in everything all at once. And laughs, as she spins faster and faster, until she gets a little dizzy and has to sit down.

When a random couch shows up right in front of her, it causes another laugh as the girl plops down on the cushy cushions. "I am dreaming... someone pinch me."

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[sweetcandygirl]

Harley has decided to sprawl over the couch, relaxing in its luxury. She beams at the comment, made by the well-dressed man.

"Heck! If they are brave enough to try..."

She bounces up and off the couch, showing athleticism in that one simple movement, to face him. "You have a dragon! That is so cool!"

[clark_luthor]

He doesn't budge a muscle, but the little dragonet flares her wings a little, jeweled eyes swirling as the creature eyes her. "She's a fire-lizard, technically," Clark says, though he's used to people not recognizing the species. It isn't like they're native to his home reality, or at least his Earth anyway.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Ohhhh-kay. You have a fire lizard!" Harley beams, her voice a little teasing.

"Oh! Does everyone here get one!"

[clark_luthor]

"Hardly." He doesn't crack a smile, either. Tough crowd. "Who were you shooting at?" he asks, because that sounds way more interesting.

[sweetcandygirl]

"These weird ash-covered Zombies..." Harley checks over her shoulder. The door remains closed.

"In close contact, I prefer using my bat..." The object in question hangs from the other side of her holster.

"But got to love having a gun handy!"

[clark_luthor]

"Zombies." He slightly raises an eyebrow at that. On his shoulder, the golden fire-lizard makes a noise in her throat that might be her version of a laugh. "And they were shooting back at you, were they?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"No. Who would give Zombies guns?" As if that is the obvious answer to the question. "There are just hundreds of them. A gun thins the crowd."

[clark_luthor]

"Have you tried fire?" he asks mildly. Not like he has personal experience with zombies or anything, but it seems time-consuming at best to attack a horde of hundreds and do it one at a time.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Ohhhh man! Great idea..."

"Too bad I wasn't given a flamethrower..." She snaps her fingers in disappointment. Then lowers her voice slightly, a little conspiratorial. "I don't think the others really trust me with the big weapons."

[clark_luthor]

Bingo. He knew he'd heard other non-zombies during her grand entrance. "Who might these others be?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"My team. The Suicide Squad."

[clark_luthor]

"Named as such because they don't expect you to survive?" He can't think of any other reason why a team might have such a silly-sounding name.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Bingo!" Normally, she would tap him, with the exclamation. But she decided against her normal instincts.

"Our options are 'help the masses' or 'go back to jail'."

[clark_luthor]

"Ah," he says, an amused glint in his eye as she clarifies. "Coerced heroism. How noble."

[sweetcandygirl]

"The others have it worse. Her High-and-Mightiness can make them go 'Boom' if they don't play by her rules." Harley shrugs.

She glances at the door again. "But I'm free."

[clark_luthor]

"For the moment," he points out with a smirk. "You assume no one else will find the door."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Doesn't matter if they do... I am still free."

"And since there was no gasps of 'oh my' when you saw me... I am guessing my notoriety is non-existent here."

[clark_luthor]

He raises an eyebrow at that. Yeah, she's obviously very new. "Reputation matters little here. You are one among infinite. Someone somewhere might know you, but don't expect it. You apparently don't recognize me either, for the same reasons."

[sweetcandygirl]

That has so many possibilities. Harley takes a deep breath, smiling.

"I would remember meeting a handsome guy like you."

[clark_luthor]

"Does the name Clark Luthor sound familiar?" It's been fairly hit and miss, he's found, whether visitors have even heard of LuthorCorp.

[sweetcandygirl]

She tilts her head for a moment. "Luthor sounds familiar. But it is attached to a big business with a lot of uptight people wearing suits."

Big smile.

[clark_luthor]

His expression doesn't falter in the slightest. "Fairly accurate," he says. He is, as she noted before, wearing a very expensive-looking suit. "I'm the CEO of LuthorCorp."

[sweetcandygirl]

"So you would be the person I write to when my LuthorCorp jet-pack explodes?"

[clark_luthor]

"If we made such a ridiculous thing, the company has a perfectly serviceable complaint department."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I will be serious for a moment... it won't be any fun... but I do think the Nano-bot technology that they implanted into all of our heads was a LuthorCorp product."