That sounds cool, Gotham's systems are so different, but cool.
[ He offered before sitting back and starting to eat. He was so used to people talking to him or around him when he ate. It was force of habit, but also it was kind of nice to just chill with the Smash music in the background. ]
This is wicked good. No where I've found in Newark is this good! [ He'd focus a little more on the food now that he knew how tasty Doc's food could be. ]
Yeah, we don't have that like. Strict binary good/bad thing? Lots of people around here dabble on the other side. Nobody would give a shit about you and Monarch moonlighting if you were doing it here.
[ She ate another bite of food and looked a little smug at having found such a gem. ]
It would be pretty cool, honestly, but like I said, it's just temporary, dude. Once we get the others out of the way and our arching level back up, we'll be back to being a pain in Venture's ass in no time.
[ Of course, he was using chopsticks. He absolutely had too. Pointing at her with them after another few bites.]
The guilds trying to change their image, by the by, less good/bad to just protagonist and antagonist. Something like that.
[ It was stupid, but hey, he believed in Sheila's career. So, he'd always be a cheerleader for both his bosses. Even if she was more a council woman than Dr. Mrs. The Monarch these days. That was how he ended up as sidekick.]
[ She chewed that over, but guild business never made a whole lot of sense to her. Too many cooks in the kitchen and what have you. ]
I guess I get it? Wanting to update the language and all, but it just doesn't really seem all that different. It's still giving the other side more narrative heft.
[ She wasn't wrong, and him and Monarch had their own issues with the guild, but they both wanted to support Sheila's career, so all bitching was saved for the Morphocave.
Working on his food, he took a moment to sit it down, and crack open the soda. He so wasn't drinking before flying. Nope. Maybe back when he was driving 24's old '87 Stanza, but not a flying Mercades. ]
Oh, I get it, trust me. But, with the latest treaty of tolerance, the changes were made. The OSI is probably worse than we are on some days, but they get that protagonist title. They're all a bunch of douchebags. Brock and Shoreleave can be cool, but otherwise, fuck'em all.
Yeah, that's the thing, protags get so douchey because they think the title automatically makes them more important and right! They need to mandate some fuckin' basic ethics and customer service training.
[ She stabbed her chopsticks in the air to punctuate her point before scooping another bite out of the carton and shoving it in her mouth. ]
'Course, it's easy to talk shit from the outside. All those internal politics, fucking hell. I could never.
Dude, that exactly! I mean WE at least have a huge ass rule book we have to follow. I never saw one for OSI or SPHINX when I was hanging around the Venture compound. Bet they don't even have rules.
[ He grumbled, switching his drink back for the container. Shifting to sit more sideways on the couch to face her while she stabbed her chopsticks. ]
It's a pain, but I totally memorized the rule book after 24 died. It helps now that Dr. Mrs. was given a spot on the council of 13. She can't really help us anymore, so it's just me and the Monarch, rebuilding basically everything. Totally lame, right?
[ After a bit he had to swallow and quickly add. ] Not her Promotion! Super proud of her for that. I mean, it's lame that we're kinda stuck now.
Oh yeah, hard cover and everything. I have it in my room and can even send a picture if you want. I don't want to know how much they paid printing those out for everyone. Like, we legit have highlander rules, Harley, we are NOT allowed to fight on hallowed ground.
[ Sure, he figured most thought he was just a nerd trying to play up highlander, but no. That was a legit rule.
Working on his food, he nodded at the next point. ]
Dude, right? Like she's amazing and deserves it, honestly she deserves better than working with Phantom douche, but Dr. Z is pretty cool, and old school. [ That made him grin to say, he met the real Dr. Z, more than once. ] But dude, you know my wings work, right? Like I can fly with those, she made them. She's super fucking smart and people always underestimate her. Like it blows she's not working with us but, she needed this, and the guild needs her.
Totally, I can bring it next time you want us to hang out. Not like we don't have a couple in the house, so no rush once you get it. If someone gets pissy, say it was from of Monstros old henchman.
[ Since Monstrso was killed, his henchmen had moved on to other people to work for. Even dead monarch henches could work. Not that anyone would actually care. Gary was in more danger being the second Kano than giving Harley a copy of the handbook.]
Right? And get this, they can also inflate as flotation devices. I found out both of those on the same day. Years after I started working for them. She's done a lot of fantastic science stuff, most of it goes right over my head.
Women do not get enough credit in this industry. It's systemic is what it is. Did you know --
[ Is there a furious way to chew? She chewed like she had a personal vendetta against the cow that made this beef. ]
I'm classed as a hench in Gotham, but I did the planning and the logistics and the actual goddamn hard work for the Joker for years! And he just sat around on his bony ass taking allllll the credit.
[ He watched her angry chew. Setting his food aside again for the drink without leaning too far. A brow arched as she went on. ]
Seriously? Like, I know that happens, but harsh. [ He's seen it happen to Dr. Girlfriend enough, but at least Monarch doesn't claim full credit. ] Have you ever considered being your own villain? Or like maybe doing a duo with another chick? I don't know, just something where you can be you and get credit?
Tell me his henches at least know what you've done for them? Sometimes Primaries can suck, but if you did a lot for the henches I hope they know it and he didn't get that credit. I know how that goes, maybe not to your extreme but Monarchs kinda clueless at times.
[ It wasn't shit talking if it was true.]
Well, take a sabbatical, I've taken a few and it always helps. Maybe leave town, take a cruise, hold a billionaire hostage for a laugh. I don't know, but something.
That blows. I get being scared of him, dudes fucking scary. But, you helped them out. So many henches don't even have insurance, or even a primary that gives a shit. Dude, I'm sorry.
[ He was still holding his soda can in one hand, the other he dropped down to rest on her leg.]
Well, Harley Quinn, the million dollar question is, where would you wanna go on vacation? Do you have a bucket list, dude?
[ She sighed and went unusually quiet while she thought about it. And then she decided, fuck it, this is Gary. It'll be fine. She shifted her position on the couch to lean her body against him. ]
My bucket list was all stuff I wanted with someone else. I've got to figure out a whole bunch of stuff about me now.
[ It was always worrying when Harley went quiet, still, sometimes it was needed.
Gary wrapped his arm around her, to loosely hold her. ]
That's understandable, and I totally get that. It's hard rebuilding when you lose someone. You know I'm always here if you need anything, right, dude? Even to listen.
I try for my friends. [ Gary didn't even complain about the nickname, no this was one of those important moments.
The can in his hand set aside on the nearest flat surface without moving her so he could hug her close a little more properly. ] and I'm always happy to hug you Harley.
I'll watch the mail for them. You know my last name and the address to the house?
[ He had to ask, if that cake showed up it didn't mean she didn't have other ways. Besides not many Newark Mansions with a giant butterfly on the new gate.
Once she say up and bumped his shoulder he offered his fist up for a fist bump.]
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[ He offered before sitting back and starting to eat. He was so used to people talking to him or around him when he ate. It was force of habit, but also it was kind of nice to just chill with the Smash music in the background. ]
This is wicked good. No where I've found in Newark is this good! [ He'd focus a little more on the food now that he knew how tasty Doc's food could be. ]
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[ She ate another bite of food and looked a little smug at having found such a gem. ]
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[ Of course, he was using chopsticks. He absolutely had too. Pointing at her with them after another few bites.]
The guilds trying to change their image, by the by, less good/bad to just protagonist and antagonist. Something like that.
[ It was stupid, but hey, he believed in Sheila's career. So, he'd always be a cheerleader for both his bosses. Even if she was more a council woman than Dr. Mrs. The Monarch these days. That was how he ended up as sidekick.]
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[ She chewed that over, but guild business never made a whole lot of sense to her. Too many cooks in the kitchen and what have you. ]
I guess I get it? Wanting to update the language and all, but it just doesn't really seem all that different. It's still giving the other side more narrative heft.
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Working on his food, he took a moment to sit it down, and crack open the soda. He so wasn't drinking before flying. Nope. Maybe back when he was driving 24's old '87 Stanza, but not a flying Mercades. ]
Oh, I get it, trust me. But, with the latest treaty of tolerance, the changes were made. The OSI is probably worse than we are on some days, but they get that protagonist title. They're all a bunch of douchebags. Brock and Shoreleave can be cool, but otherwise, fuck'em all.
[ Boy had opinions. ]
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[ She stabbed her chopsticks in the air to punctuate her point before scooping another bite out of the carton and shoving it in her mouth. ]
'Course, it's easy to talk shit from the outside. All those internal politics, fucking hell. I could never.
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[ He grumbled, switching his drink back for the container. Shifting to sit more sideways on the couch to face her while she stabbed her chopsticks. ]
It's a pain, but I totally memorized the rule book after 24 died. It helps now that Dr. Mrs. was given a spot on the council of 13. She can't really help us anymore, so it's just me and the Monarch, rebuilding basically everything. Totally lame, right?
[ After a bit he had to swallow and quickly add. ] Not her Promotion! Super proud of her for that. I mean, it's lame that we're kinda stuck now.
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[ Harley was surprised. Gotham rules were more of a vibe. She couldn't even imagine telling the Joker he couldn't do something because of a book. ]
That's so great for her, though! She's long overdue for some professional recognition.
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[ Sure, he figured most thought he was just a nerd trying to play up highlander, but no. That was a legit rule.
Working on his food, he nodded at the next point. ]
Dude, right? Like she's amazing and deserves it, honestly she deserves better than working with Phantom douche, but Dr. Z is pretty cool, and old school. [ That made him grin to say, he met the real Dr. Z, more than once. ] But dude, you know my wings work, right? Like I can fly with those, she made them. She's super fucking smart and people always underestimate her. Like it blows she's not working with us but, she needed this, and the guild needs her.
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[ Harley stretched her legs over his and leaned back against the arm of the old sofa. ]
Oh my god, they do? She did? God she is so cool.
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[ Since Monstrso was killed, his henchmen had moved on to other people to work for. Even dead monarch henches could work. Not that anyone would actually care. Gary was in more danger being the second Kano than giving Harley a copy of the handbook.]
Right? And get this, they can also inflate as flotation devices. I found out both of those on the same day. Years after I started working for them. She's done a lot of fantastic science stuff, most of it goes right over my head.
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[ Is there a furious way to chew? She chewed like she had a personal vendetta against the cow that made this beef. ]
I'm classed as a hench in Gotham, but I did the planning and the logistics and the actual goddamn hard work for the Joker for years! And he just sat around on his bony ass taking allllll the credit.
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[ He watched her angry chew. Setting his food aside again for the drink without leaning too far. A brow arched as she went on. ]
Seriously? Like, I know that happens, but harsh. [ He's seen it happen to Dr. Girlfriend enough, but at least Monarch doesn't claim full credit. ] Have you ever considered being your own villain? Or like maybe doing a duo with another chick? I don't know, just something where you can be you and get credit?
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[ SHE DOES SO MUCH FOR HENCH RIGHTS IN THIS DAMN TOWN ]
I don't know. I just need a break from the whole fuckin' mess.
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[ It wasn't shit talking if it was true.]
Well, take a sabbatical, I've taken a few and it always helps. Maybe leave town, take a cruise, hold a billionaire hostage for a laugh. I don't know, but something.
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[ She grumbled into her kung pao and set it aside, her appetite gone. ]
That may be something. I haven't taken a break ... Ever? Never. Just jail vacations.
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[ He was still holding his soda can in one hand, the other he dropped down to rest on her leg.]
Well, Harley Quinn, the million dollar question is, where would you wanna go on vacation? Do you have a bucket list, dude?
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My bucket list was all stuff I wanted with someone else. I've got to figure out a whole bunch of stuff about me now.
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Gary wrapped his arm around her, to loosely hold her. ]
That's understandable, and I totally get that. It's hard rebuilding when you lose someone. You know I'm always here if you need anything, right, dude? Even to listen.
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The can in his hand set aside on the nearest flat surface without moving her so he could hug her close a little more properly. ] and I'm always happy to hug you Harley.
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I'll think about what I want to do. An' I'll send postcards if I take a trip anywhere.
[ She sat back and bumped his shoulder. ]
Thanks. Love ya.
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I'll watch the mail for them. You know my last name and the address to the house?
[ He had to ask, if that cake showed up it didn't mean she didn't have other ways. Besides not many Newark Mansions with a giant butterfly on the new gate.
Once she say up and bumped his shoulder he offered his fist up for a fist bump.]
Love you too, dude, not even a thing.
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Address yes, last name no.
[ Is it not ... just Gary? There's more? ]
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It's Fischer, Harley. [ He shook his head, amused.] How'd you get the address?
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