[Thread: Open] No hard feelings

[sugarclown]

Characters: Harley Quinn, anyone else that wants to jump in. Let's try to keep it one big thread for continuity's sake.
Where: Around the re-phased area of the complex (manhattan?!)  TV station
When: One bright, June morning. TGIF
Summary:  Harley doesn't hold a grudge, the Joker is forgiven for leaving her in that crazy place and to prove it shes

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[entro_pist]

And here it comes, the long awaited red burst of the fourth and final flare. He'd kept his word: Bank of America would go down but Citibank will be left standing as the deadly game's lucky winner. Upon the flat rooftop of his last stop, the Joker looks to his right to see the previous building blackened and still crumbling under its own hundred tons of ash. Even from this distance, the hazardous airborne particles are beginning to reach him and create a gloomy haze around that section of the city.

He pays the destruction little attention, no more than a passing glance in its direction as he aims the gun skyward. The flare exits with a smart pop! and launches upward in tight spirals, a ribbon of bright red trailing after it upon reaching some hundred feet up. He knows the Princess is waiting for this whether or not the team of heroes has begun their pursuit of her and he knows she can be counted on to take care of herself when they do.

As he's preparing to leave, a pair of fluttering shadow minions circle down from the sky as if drawn by the smoke of the rocketing flare. The Joker greets them with outstretched arms. Time to wrap up the evening's performance.

"Every show must come to an end, Princess. Annnd exit stage left." He reaches inside his coat and punches the command key to vanish once again, fully expecting the Princess to receive his message only after she's unleashed her last round of catastrophic power.

[veryusefulbook]

The Princess saw the fourth flare go up and quickly shifted her form, carrying herself as shadow across the tops of buildings to be withing a buildings reach of the fourth bank. Upon arrival the Princes repeated her actions and the fourth bank became consumed.

At this point no one had as of yet tried to follow her so she decided to wait, standing at the edge of the building watch the smoke and ash fill the sky above her. She smiled, pleased at her work and job well done.

With a sudden screech to her left she turned around and espied the two bats fluttering vigorously above her. They relayed the message given them via The Joker. He had left, and so would she.

Without a single glance behind her she shifted form and was gone, her bats following a short distance behind her.