((OOC: ALRIGHT. I'm just throwing this out here; if either of you want me to change anything or do anything different, just lemme know.))
Crane had gone back into drug production. It wasn't the most enjoyable or glamorous of side ventures, but it was sufficient for his needs; attacking and capturing random citizens on the streets of Gotham was a lot more noticeable than luring cocaine junkies and whores off of the street with bags of white powder. Build up a tenuous bond of trust with them over a small period of time by giving them what they wanted, what their systems needed, and then use them for his own purposes- no one suspected a thing. Of course, a body or two might begin turning up at this point with traces of his toxin in their system, but that was only to be expected.
It was also never wise to stay in one place for too long- which was why he was here. Jonathan had had a few of the hired help scouting out a new location for their business to relocate to. They had told him about this warehouse, tucked away in a less-traveled
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Harley took note of the sounds coming from an entrance behind her back but didn't bother turning around. She had to concentrate right now or there would be a very adorable mess for someone to clean up later. Trespassers were easily dealt with but Harley needed to focus and that was a rare occurrence. Red wire, snip, blue wire to green wire, stick that there and put that here. She was almost done.
Whoever was there could wait! A few more minutes, do it just like the internet had said. Her puddin' had probably done this a million times. If he was here... NO! Don't get distracted by that man, Harley! He doesn't love you and we have to make him love you. She'd show him. She'd show all of them with this little baby. Ha!
"This looks like it might serve our purpose-" Crane cut himself short, staring at the hunched figure on top of the table. She wasn't facing him, but nonetheless he knew who it was- he had no doubt about it. Why he kept running into Harley Quinn he didn't know, but he resented their meetings each and every time he did.
"We're leaving."
Mike looked at him, baffled. "What's wrong? Is it the chick there? Fuck, she won't be any trouble- we can just get rid of 'er, can't we?"
"I said we're leaving. You have two choices right now- you either come with me, or I can kill you right here." Assuming- correctly- that his henchman would pick the former option, Crane shook his head, heading back towards the door.
"JUST WAIT ONE MINUTE!" Harley said in a booming voice. Well, as booming a voice as her little body could make.
One more snip and... VOILA! "HA!" She shouted and stood up in one fluid motion, holding the carefully made bomb high above her head for Crane and his friend to see.
"Look what I made, prof. All by myself. Isn't it just adorable?" She smiled at him, so darn proud of herself.
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Crane had gone back into drug production. It wasn't the most enjoyable or glamorous of side ventures, but it was sufficient for his needs; attacking and capturing random citizens on the streets of Gotham was a lot more noticeable than luring cocaine junkies and whores off of the street with bags of white powder. Build up a tenuous bond of trust with them over a small period of time by giving them what they wanted, what their systems needed, and then use them for his own purposes- no one suspected a thing. Of course, a body or two might begin turning up at this point with traces of his toxin in their system, but that was only to be expected.
It was also never wise to stay in one place for too long- which was why he was here. Jonathan had had a few of the hired help scouting out a new location for their business to relocate to. They had told him about this warehouse, tucked away in a less-traveled ( ... )
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Harley took note of the sounds coming from an entrance behind her back but didn't bother turning around. She had to concentrate right now or there would be a very adorable mess for someone to clean up later. Trespassers were easily dealt with but Harley needed to focus and that was a rare occurrence. Red wire, snip, blue wire to green wire, stick that there and put that here. She was almost done.
Whoever was there could wait! A few more minutes, do it just like the internet had said. Her puddin' had probably done this a million times. If he was here... NO! Don't get distracted by that man, Harley! He doesn't love you and we have to make him love you. She'd show him. She'd show all of them with this little baby. Ha!
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"We're leaving."
Mike looked at him, baffled. "What's wrong? Is it the chick there? Fuck, she won't be any trouble- we can just get rid of 'er, can't we?"
"I said we're leaving. You have two choices right now- you either come with me, or I can kill you right here." Assuming- correctly- that his henchman would pick the former option, Crane shook his head, heading back towards the door.
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One more snip and... VOILA! "HA!" She shouted and stood up in one fluid motion, holding the carefully made bomb high above her head for Crane and his friend to see.
"Look what I made, prof. All by myself. Isn't it just adorable?" She smiled at him, so darn proud of herself.
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