+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."

Comments

[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."

[clark_luthor]

Nano bots? He's certainly never heard of his company making anything like that. "If it is, my LuthorCorp is not responsible. I've never heard of your 'Suicide Squad,' and parallel realities are annoyingly common."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Annoying is a four-syllable word that I hear too often." And she even pronounces the word with four syllables.

"I have not met any CEOs before. You must get bored often."

[clark_luthor]

That earns her another raised eyebrow. "And why would you assume that?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"Cause I imagine you gotta stick to a pretty routine schedule, to run an entire company."

[clark_luthor]

"You'd be surprised." He reaches up to stroke in between the fire-lizard's eyes, and she thrums in her throat happily at the attention. "There are demands on my attention, but one of the benefits of being at the top is delegation."

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley has to smirk slightly at hearing the play on words.

"You gotta lot of henchmen and women then?"

[clark_luthor]

He gives her a 'come on, are you kidding me' sort of look. "I have employees. Managers and the like. 'Henchmen' makes it sound like I'm trying to be a supervillain from a children's cartoon."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Gotham is sort of the capital of a dark cartoon...too many henchmen around." She shakes her head slightly.

"How many employees does your company employ?"

[clark_luthor]

Gotham. Go figure. Clark hasn't spent much time there, but it's dull and dreary and so far in the economic toilet that there's pretty much nothing to draw him there.

"Between all LuthorCorp subsidiaries and satellite companies, global employment is around four hundred thousand." He smirks slightly. "Why, are you job-hunting now that you're 'free'?"

[sweetcandygirl]

She whistles at that number.

"Always on the look for a new opportunity..."

[clark_luthor]

All right, fine, he'll humor her. He'd be a fool to dismiss her outright until he knows if she'd be useful or not. After all, the best employee he's ever had wasn't from his universe, and this one's at least familiar with his type of Earth.

Clark folds his arms across his chest, and the golden fire-lizard straightens up, watching her attentively. "All right. Impress me."