Chaos, thy name is Tara...

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After making an excuse to ditch Garfield, Tara frinds herself prowling the Tower. It's not the one she remembers in the East River, that's for sure. For one, this has a more sophisticated lab. Looks like Victor the Tin Can has a hobby these days

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Terra's reacquainting herself with this Tower. When she was kicking, they had their set-up on the East River. This one was pretty much the same layout, it looked like. Security systems were a bit more sophisticated, but four years of being outta the loop will leave you behind on things.

Hades. Deathstroke. Bah. Hades was getting his. As for Deathstroke....hmmm...
shallow grave or bottom of a quarry? She pulls up the general files. Looks like this Aurora broad had basic access only. Nothing damaging aside from a couple shifts on com detail...rats.

So, Slade's boys are both smoked, huh? So why didn't I see... Her lips curls up in a smile at the mention of a disk. Well now...brains on a disk. Would be a real shame for some iron filings or magnetite to get in that cabinet...

Aurora responds by digging out Tara's memory of death and throwing it at her, along with her own memory of bring trapped in a clandestine lab. Sociopaths like Tara are often unable to experience emotion like most, so the sensations Aurora is blowing her direction are unfamiliar and distracting.

Shit. Beast-girl was getting better at knowing where to hit.

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Harley put on her most charming grin and widened her eyes. All the better to look innocent with, my dear.

"Hey! You're that chick Terra, right? What are ya doing? And what is this place anyway?"

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Terra smiles. She knows the "sweet and innocent" look. It's one of her most relied-upon tools. Don't con the con artist.

"Nerve center of Titan Tower. Wanna have some fun trashing the place?"

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Harley looked around the room. There were high-tech gadgets and weapons everywhere. "Thinking a little short term aren't you toots? After all, some of this stuff would fetch a pretty penny."

A quick look behind her showed that Hugo had made himself scarce for the moment. Good. She turned her attention to the other woman. There was only room enough for one mischief making blond. The Dirt Chick would have to go.

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"Hey. We're in the Headquarters of the Superhero Osmond Family here. And the gig's gonna be up sooner or later. I plan..."

She picks up something that was originally intended as an attachment for Cyborg's arm, but it's pretty handy as a stand-alone gun. Energy blaster. Ooooh.

"To finish what I started."

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Harley's hand reaches into her purse. "Hey, I get that. Blowing up things for fun and profit. Sad to say I can't let you do too much damage." Harley pulls out a bag of marbles out from her bag of tricks. "For once, I want the good guys to win. Just to be different, ya know?"

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"What? Oh, hell no! I did not bust my ass hauling rocks in Hades' playground just to let someone else fuck up the job. Slade double-crossed me last time, and I'm not getting double-crossed THIS time!"

Terra blasts the gold energy bolt at Harley. The canon is unwieldly and hard to aim, but the kick on it is great.

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Harley immediately tumbles out of the way, ending up doing a handspring onto one of the work tables.

"Consider it the trickle down theory then. Ivy did me wrong, and now it's my turn to do you wrong." She threw the entire bag of marbles onto the floor at Terra's feet. The roll on the floor and then two of them run into each other, exploding.

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Um...Terri...you might want to split.
Shut up, already!

The energy blast put a new window on the far wall, and turned some project of Cyborg's into scrap metal. Terra has to dodge the explosion and ditch the gun, but she's far from powerless.

"Nice try, circus freak, but try THIS!"

Some mineral samples fly out of a case, leaving glass shrapnel everywhere as they blast towards Harley.

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Harley jumped out of the way, twisting her body so that most of the rocks missed her, but a few scored some hits.

Thankfully her costume was made from heavy duty Kevlar. Evil Empress Rule Number Seven. My slinky sorceress' robe will have a chain mail foundation garment, at minimum.

"Freak? Looked in a mirror lately? Or did it break?"

This chick could control rocks huh? Harley decided against using any type of metal weapon. Instead she reached inside her purse and grabbed the small canister of gas and the mask.

"You know, you really outta laugh a bit more, it'll cut down on all those nasty frown lines. Oil of Olay works wonders too." A pull of the tab and the room started filling with laughing gas.

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The gas seems to warp around her, but it still catches enough to send her into a fit of laughter. "You should...be on your knees, doll. I'm a goddess now."

The concrete around Harley's feet buckles and cracks as it re-forms Sharp spikes jut up from the floor as a chasm starts to split the room in two...

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Harley is caught off balance. She stumbles and hits the corner of one of the tables, sending a sharp shooting pain through her hips that her ribs seem to echo.

If she stays on the ground it's game over. Terra can literally pull the earth out from under her feet. She gathers herself up and jumps, using cabinets and window sills to make it into the support beams in the roof.

"Goddess? Of what? Lemme guess...Our Lady of Mud Packs?"

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"Cute."

The metal table buckles and crashes as the room starts to shake. Time to rattle this clown's brains...

There's people in this building. Stop!

"Shut up, hippie," Terra says out loud. Last thing she needs is this Haight-Ashbury leftover right now.

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Harley swore under her breath. Being in the rafters wasn't going to help her if the entire building came down.

Most of her weapons were of no use, they could be turned against her. Harley made a mental note to start looking into wooden weapons. She had another canister of gas, but that hadn't seemed to phase her opponent.

The beam she was standing on started to pull away from the wall. She'd have to act fast. Time to take the little bitch down the hard way.

Harley gathered up all her strength and jumped from the roof, aiming for Terra's head. "Let's see you shake off a broken neck, Little Miss Goddess!"