Glamor Girls [Harley, Open]

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Ever since she began her dealings with Mr. Cobblepot, Poison Ivy has been a regular at the lounge as she said. There's no real reason not to, given that the alternatives for a rogue is some seedy dive bar and she got her fill of those while the FBI were in town. It never fails to put off that sense of class that she so sorely misses from her days as a socialite, so recently left behind and most likely for good.

It's late evening as she comes through the back door, an entrance reserved only for rogues and other members of Gotham's underground, dressed in her classic rogue outfit since she had something to attend to earlier this evening and didn't want to bother to go all the way back to her hideout to change. Besides, she looks stunning in it, accessorized by large vines curled up her right arm and down her left leg.

After she passes the entryway, she pauses to scan the assorted criminals already seated. She isn't sure whether Oswald will meet with her this evening or not - she's not waiting on him for anything at the moment, so unless something has come up since the last time she visited with him she suspects he may skip this opportunity to speak with her. Not something she minds, given that she doesn't enjoy his company nearly as much as she pretends to. Or anyone else's for that matter.

But whether he does or not, it's always been her habit to sit alone - sometimes that means that she'll be joined by someone wishing to speak with her and sometimes that means she spends the evening alone with her absinthe. She'll not complain about either outcome.

[kat]

Harley Quinn a love struck woman who was once one of the best 'doctors' at the Asylum, that was until she met Him and than everything spiraled away. She was just a jester trying to catch the heart of the King of Jokes... She thought she had it all was good they were getting close at least she thought they were... But no once again he tries to rid of her permanently... Every time that happens she always forgives him... Always. With a sigh the blond woman made her way down the streets of Gotham not in her usual outfit instead she wore a black and red dress that of course had diamonds on them and her hear was in piggy tails that were slightly colored one black and one red.

Her eyes were red and puffy and her lip a little pouty. The once pep that seemed to be in her every step was no longer there she felt as if her heart had been broken. Walking into the Iceberg Lounge she got a few stares and a few whistles. Yes she was beautiful and yes she flirted a lot but her heart belonged to one man and one man only. Walking over and taking a seat at the bar she ordered something strong that would really kick her in the butt in the morning. right now she just wanted to drown her sorrows and than in the morning after she gets over her hangover she was going in for a fun thing called revenge! This time she would get the Joker... She would.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

It's looking like it's going to be another quiet evening when the distinctive sound of the men welcoming another woman causes Poison Ivy to glance toward the entrance. She often gets the same treatment - actually more so because unlike Harley there's never been so much as a whisper of a boyfriend and the fools actually think that they might have a shot at her - but that only causes a self-satisfied smile if she doesn't ignore it entirely, depending on her mood.

It takes her a moment to place the woman who came in, as any rogue she hasn't met yet she only knows by reputation and it's always that much trickier when they're not in their standard outfit. But when she notes the colors and the diamonds, she's able to figure that one out without too much trouble. So, Harley Quinn... Minus the Joker and looking upset? She ponders that for a moment before picking up her drink and moving from her table-for-one and over to the bar - selecting a seat next to the clown girl.

"I don't believe we've met," Poison Ivy says as she takes a seat. Given exactly why she's chosen to introduce herself one might consider her a bit heartless. But she's not one to waste an opportunity, and this definitely is one. Then again, simply by moving she's probably actually helping. Her pheromones may be geared toward men, but they do have an effect on women. But rather than giving strong feelings of lust, they instead give a milder sense of calm, relaxation, and give off the impression that the woman they're coming from is rather interesting. And for once that's probably more helpful than harmful.

[kat]

Harley grabbed her drink and almost chugged it. She was not being very lady like and she was drinking like a sailor... Almost. Her black lips still in a somewhat pout as she placed a hand under her chin. She let off a small sigh and just kind of looked around seeing all the men staring or talking with their own little woman... She wished that Mr.J would be sweet on her more often... She tries but it does not always work yet she is still madly in love with him... Who wouldn't be though, he has a brilliant mind and only wishes to share the laughs with everyone else. Another soft sigh escaped her lips this time it was a little more dream filled.

Soon another woman was sitting next to her... Green... Red hair very interesting. She spoke and her voice was soothing almost Harley looked over at the woman her lips sucked in so it was not in a pout yet her face was in a small frown... So much for drinking everything away... She now had to be social. Normally Harley wouldn't mind she liked talking she always was hyper and happy and just full of energy but now. Now she was down and getting bothered. "No I don't believe we have... Names Harley Quinn." Harley did not seem to enthusiastic but she was not in the greatest of moods which was odd for her if you were to know here that is. Looking at the green lady she knew who she was it was rather obvious with all the plants but she did not know her.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

"Poison Ivy," she introduces herself simply, though she hopes that providing her name was just as unnecessary as it was for Harley to give hers. She didn't threaten to kill off most of Gotham - and she wasn't bluffing about it either - only to have people fail to know who she is. Or at least the really important fact that she's extremely dangerous. Because people who don't think that she's dangerous... well, lets just say that a lot of them are dead now. They have a habit of ticking her off.

Then again, Harley has a similar reputation. Well, vicariously anyway - you don't do anything to Harley for fear that the Joker will object and kill you. She actually isn't sure where Harley would rank on the scale of dangerous, but she's not so overconfident in her abilities that she'd like to test them against the Joker just yet. That's a part of the reason why she was so quick to come over to talk to Harley, actually.

"I hope that you'll forgive me for making an observation," she comments, "But you don't look happy." She takes a small sip of her drink, but given how strong of a drink absinthe is, anything more would be unladylike - it's every bit as potent as whiskey. And Poison Ivy does not believe that just because one is a rogue it doesn't mean that she shouldn't still be ladylike. At least when she's in public anyway - old habits die hard.

Now, if anyone here actually knew her, they'd know to take warning of the fact that she's actually sounding like she cares at all about another person's feelings. Fortunately, while she now has her name out there she's still so 'new' that nobody knows the first thing about how she operates aside from the fact that she has rather dangerous plants and poisons. And she intends to take full advantage of that for as long as it lasts.

[kat]

Harley introduced herself to be nice though a lot of people already knew her... Mainly because of the Joker but she did have her own little department to... Sometimes... Mostly when she was mad at the Joker and went off on her own though it never lasted because she was always pulled back in by his charm, or something like that. She swished around her drink a little and watched it move so nicely, than with a swift movement she placed it to her lips and took a drink from it, this time it was a little more lady like though her mood still got the better of her so it was bigger than what it should have been. Dripping down the side of her mouth a little she whipped it away as she listened to Ivy introduce herself though it was not necessary either, it was just polite. Despite both of them being villains being polite was still something to be thought of.

Than Ivy struck a cord in her... "But you don't look happy." Tears welled up in her eyes and began to stream down her face a bit "Oh is it that obvious?" Harley's lower lip popped out a little into a pout once more and she sniffled a little bit trying hard to hold it in. Flinging her arms up, luckily she had let go of her drink or her and Ivy might have been wearing it. Harley let out a large sob and placed her head on the bar covering her face up with her arms around her head "Mr. J is so ungreatful! Always trying to get me out of the way.... One minute were closer than ever and the next he is tryin to kill me!" Her chest rose and fell in quick movements as she sobbed... though her tears were large her sadness quickly turned to anger and she lifted her head and looked at Ivy "You know Red! I should teach him a lesson... He can't just use me and than toss me to the side. I have done a lot for him!" Yes Harley was a little all over the place tonight but that is what love does to a person... It makes it worse when that person is on the crazy side...

With a small sigh she took another large drink... Looking back at Ivy "Why you askin anyways?" Harley still had a small pout on her face and her mind was going a million miles an hour but she couldn't help but wonder why Ivy cared in the first place... From what she heard the plant lady didn't really care about others except herself and her plants, unless it helped her and Harley didn't think an emotional Harley Quinn would be of use.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

People can be so predictable sometimes. Poison Ivy knew that her comment would prompt the clown girl to say everything on her mind. And what she says isn't expected either - even without the rumors she could have guessed that the Joker would not be a kind and gentle sort of boyfriend. Why anyone could tolerate the man for more than five minutes is beyond her - and she hasn't even met the man yet!

What she doesn't expect is the little twinge of empathy that touches her about midway through the story. You see, there was this man who Poison Ivy thought that she loved... until he proved that he didn't. Killing her wasn't exactly the point of the experiment he forced upon her, but Dr. Woodrue had every reason to believe that she wouldn't have survived. That she's still alive is basically a fluke. And the anger... yes, she knows a little about that. The only reason why the man is still alive somewhere is because she and nobody else can seem to find him ever since he left her for dead.

But she's not about to explain all of that to Harley. At least, not at this time and place. Instead she takes another sip of her drink to disguise her feelings. She hasn't felt anything like that for a person since... She can't really remember. Perhaps since the moment she woke up in that hospital. "Because I thought that might be the case - and you're young, beautiful... You don't need him, and he doesn't deserve you," she answers the question firmly. And surprisingly truthfully, actually - none of those are really why she decided to talk to Harley, but she does believe all of that.

Aside from people knowing about what she did to the FBI, she doesn't know what if any reputation she has - nor does she really care, actually. But she'd rather suspect that it was pretty good; she cringes internally all the time while doing it, but she's actually been rather nice to the people she's worked with. The other rogues especially. Well, except for the Ventriloquist and the Scarecrow, but both of those clearly deserved it and she wouldn't think that either would want to tell anyone their respective stories. She's not yet confident enough in her abilities to assume that she can simply walk over everyone who gets in her way without worrying about them objecting. She suspects that she could or will soon be able to, but no she won't assume.

[kat]

Her words rang true, she was young and very attractive... Despite the fact that she loved her Puddin, Ivy was right he didn't deserve her though no matter what she did Harley would always be with Joker to her he was her soul mate. She let off a heavy sigh, what Harley really needed at this point was a little fun, she didn't need to sit here sulking over what happened. She needed to get into some trouble plot a little revenge something to keep her mind busy. Harley Quinn had a very advanced mind so it was best to keep it working like clock work. She finished off her drink and pushed it away from her body. Looking over at Ivy her brow raised a little bit "Why are you being so nice anyways? Not that I mind... But..." Harley cut herself short not really wanting to push any buttons with this new woman that she had officially just met.

There was something about this woman that made her feel different towards her than most other girls though she couldn't place a finger on it. Harley would have guessed it was what ever the plant girl was wearing... She had heard about her ability with plants and poisons and what not though she doubted that was it it felt more internal than that. Shaking it off she swung her legs around to face everyone else in the room though her eyes staid on Ivy waiting for some smart remark. Harley didn't always judge a book by it's cover but she did hear a lot from a whole bunch of others so she was not sure what to believe just yet....

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy's eyebrows raise slightly in mild surprise at that question. "I'm being nice? I was only saying the truth, Harl," she replies with a smirk, "But do I have a reason to be otherwise? You don't have a guilty conscience over something I don't know about, do you?" Her tone turns somewhat suspicious, but the smirk that stays on her face indicates that she's joking.

Actually she suspects that in the grand scheme of things, Harley is probably pretty harmless without the Joker. That's not to say that Poison Ivy isn't aware that the clown girl has her strong points - could probably kick her butt in a fair fight. But then again, Poison Ivy isn't one to fight fair. And she's utterly brilliant at what she does, and horribly manipulative on top of that.

Of course, she doesn't feel the need to use any of that against Harley at the moment - at least, not to any significant degree. But she doesn't fear what might happen if she's betrayed by this particular rogue. No, the only worry that she has when it comes to Harley is that connection she has with the Joker. But this wouldn't be the first time she's done something she considers possibly dangerous.

There's another pause as she sips her drink, now nearing the bottom of her tiny glass. "I could be mean if it would make you feel better," she offers with another grin, "Though honestly I just came here for a drink and perhaps a little company. And I've found both." While it's definitely true that Poison Ivy is one of the most dangerous people in Gotham, she's also the best charmer. When she chooses to be, anyway - when she's angry at someone she can be quite cruel.

[kat]

She listened to Ivy speak though she was not very amused. Harley liked Ivy, there was something about her that made her like her but she just wasn't sure what it was or why she even felt the need to like this lady but she did. She also liked the way the woman worked it was different, in a good way. Harley shook her mind clear of what she was thinking... If only her mind did not go a million and one miles per minute she might be able to think straight... "Well yeah your being nice. You come over here and though you did not ask directly you mentioned my mood. Most rouges wouldn't even bother." As she talked her hands moved with her words. She was looking much happier than before though the sadness was still showing through her slightly red and puffy eyes.

"Well guess that is why you are not like a lot of the others...." It was more of a mumble but Ivy was probably able to hear her seeing as she was sitting right next to her. Harley laughed a little when she was asked if she had a guilty conscience. Shaking her head she spoke up making sure not to mumble this time "no I do not. And you could be mean though I doubt that would make me feel better.' She smiled lightly. Ivy was making Harley feel much better. Her mind was not on the Joker. With her body facing the crowd she sat there debating on whether or not she wanted to go out or just stay here in this little area with a lot of others... Though if she left she wouldn't know where to go or what to do.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy scoffs when Harley mentions the other rogues. "Most rogues are terrible people," she comments. Of course, most people would say that Poison Ivy herself is a terrible person if they actually knew her - and they'd be right - but she doesn't really care about that. At the moment, she's simply being nice because she feels like it. A psychologist might say that because Harley is reminding her of herself back when Dr. Woodrue hurt her, she feels a certain need to take care of the other woman. But she's never been one to analyze why she's feeling a thing - she simply acts upon what she feels without worrying about that.

"And I'll take that as a compliment," she says in response to the mumble. She hates them. All of them. Even the ones she currently does business with. So, naturally, she'd rather not be compared to any of them. One might even say that the more unique she is, the more certain that she is that she's better than everyone. And that applies not only to the rogues, but the rest of humanity. But she smirks when Harley confirms that it wouldn't help for her to be mean. "That's what I thought," she says with a smile, before finally emptying her glass with one more sip.

"So what would make you feel better, Harl?" she asks now, suddenly realizing that any answer that Harley could give to that question would probably be very... fun. You wouldn't necessarily expect it from her serious demeanor, but Poison Ivy knows how to have fun. She's rather serious in the way she goes about having fun, but it's fun nevertheless. You just have to understand her rather twisted sense of humor - it's a part of the reason why she'd be considered a terrible person.

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A plan had been dancing along Edward’s mind. A plan that would get him the answer he finally needed, but first, he had to set the pieces in place and watch them fall in the direction he needed. One of the pieces was currently talking up sweet little Harley who had stupidly gotten her heart broken once again.

He might have been outside of Gotham when she had first introduced herself to the world, but news and power like that spreads fast. He had easily gotten hold of the footage that she had sent to the world. He had watched how she had easily controlled those men to their death. Edward was a man who valued information, especially on those who could provide some use to himself in the game he played. Speaking with Penguin and checking his sources in the underworld, he easily learned all the information he needed. He had managed to unfreeze his back accounts from the government and transfer his money into another account. The Feds would be chasing that dead end cyber trail for weeks, but Edward felt no guilt. It was his money after all.

He had used that money to make a special type of nose plug that blocked out his smell. It was unnoticeable that he had them in, but it was slightly annoying. He had gathered from those who had gotten close enough and walked away, that there was always some ultimate drawn to be near the woman. With her fascination with plants, it wasn’t hard to assume that whatever caused it was either by smell or touch. He would not be doing either tonight. He merely wanted to introduce himself.

He sat off in a corner and had been talking up one of the waitresses. He had little interest in coming to the Iceberg so often, but he knew the woman came here quite frequently. It was a waiting game. When she appeared and started talking with Harley, he stayed his distance out of respect and caution. He would rather observe and take note. Were they already friends…or newly meeting? Important things to know in later dates.

He finally said his farewell to the waitress and plucked his green bowler hat off the table and placed it on his head. He wore his classic green suit, purple tie, green shoes, and purple gloves. It was quite obvious who he was, but he knew that a rogue introducing themselves to a newly entered rogue was not far surprising around the underworld and hopefully would not be rumored back to anyone he didn’t want knowing.

His black cane was in his left hand as he made his way over. He slowly walked up behind Harley, placing his hand kindly on the top of her shoulder to catch her attention. “Hello dear, I suppose I came to late you already have company,” he commented to Harley with a smirk. He pulled out two tootsie pops, one red and one green, offering one to Harley. “You appeared slightly upset, and those are unflattering features no one should ever see on you, Harley,” he said kindly, “But I suppose your friend is already solving that. I apologize for interrupting, I am Edward Nigma.” He stands straighter as if very proud of that fact, “Better known as the Riddler.”

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"Ungrateful?! I'm ungrateful?!"

The Iceberg Lounge. He hadn't been in here sine before the Feds showed up. Even then him and Oswald were on shaky ground, but a deal was a deal. He kept the riff raff out and Joker was allowed back into the club, his usual booth reserved at all times and his drinks were free; so it wasn't all bad. Harley had stormed out; again. What was it this time? Was it Bud peeing on her shoes? Lou chewing the sofa again? Him leaving all those bodies and empty cartridges all over the floor again? Scourge trying on her clothes? To be honest, even Joker would be pissed off if he found some no beat kid trying on his gear. All possibilities but none seemed accurate. There was probably no point looking for her as she was as unpredictable as he was; so he did what he usually did when she left. Just leave alone for a while and wait until she comes crawling back. So that's what Joker did, hence why he was standing in the doorway of the VIP entrance to the Lounge.  A tall security guard looked at him oddly as he stood there. He peered over his sunglasses and smirked. "Can I see some form of identification or invitation please sir?"
The Joker looked bewildered and starting patting himself down. He opened his coat pocket and looked inside.

"Oh, er, yeah of course, errm, it should be in here some-"

The butt of Joker's six gun came crashing across the guards face, smashing his glasses and knocking him unconscious against the wall and then into a heap on the floor. The Joker snarled as he walked through the door.

"Don't make jokes with me..."

Spat covered shoes were thrust up onto the table and a purple clad backside bounced into position on the smooth red leather seats of the booth. A treble whiskey and blackcurrant was already waiting on the table, a swirling lilac concoction in a Ace of Spades glass. His signature drink. The first one slid down smoothly and sharpened his senses. After ordering a second, he separated the fake and real cigars in his waistcoat pocket and placed on between his teeth. Calmy controlling the flamethrower lighter, he scorched the end and began to smoke. He'd finished the second "Joker Juice" when he heard a familiar voice.
It was Harley. He peered around the booths edge and saw he sat with a lady dressed in green. She was red headed and decorated with foliage. Joker had heard whisperings and rumours of her before. What was name? Princess Posion or Itching Ivy or something like that. He tried not to look too engrossed in eaves dripping on their conversation as he didn't want to seem desperate to get Harley back. 

A few minutes passed and the drink was flowing as Joker continued to spy on his lover's conversation. He watched as The Riddler had joined the women sat in the right hand corner of the club as he was sat on the right hand wall. He wasn't too bothered in the words being exchanged until he heard Harley say his pet name.

"Here we go. Oh, Mr J is so mean, blah blah blah, sob story, wah wah, but I love him!"

He chuckled to himself as he placed the cigar back between his teeth. He sat and listened to Harley and then suddenly stopped. Ungrateful. That's what she said. Ungrateful. His hand clenched the glass infront of him. His teeth bit the cigar. Fingers curled around the brown tobacco laced stick and drew it from his teeth. He was furious. He launched the glass across the room, smashing it against the wall on the other side, causing the clubs piano player and cabaret singer to stop. 

"Ungrateful?" He spoke loud enough for all to hear. "Un-grateful?" The feet were removed from the table, the cigar stunned out into the wood. "I'm ungrateful?!?". The Joker stood up, filled with rage. He walked towards the trio, roaring at the top of his lungs at Harley. "I take you in, clothe you, feed you, bed you. I give you somewhere to go after you rub kicking and screaming from that Asylum. I took you under my wing, loved you, cared for you. And you have the blasphemous nerve to call me ungrateful?!?" After reaching them, Joker turns his attention to Riddler. "And you, poindexter, what the hell do you think you're doing hitting on my girlfriend?"

[jokerforever]

Scourge, of course, had been in the lounge the entire time, leaning silent and unseen against the wall in a shadowy corner,watching Harley and Ivy with a rather amused expression. He loved hearing them speak about the Joker's cruelty when it could so easily be settled as Harley burning her sob story, packing her bags, and getting the hell out. Joker had been nice enough to take the damned cry baby in, she should be grateful. If she couldn't deal with Joker's personality then that was her problem. It just left more Joker for him to cling to, and Scourge didn't mind the old clown's personality at all. In fact, he rather admired it. He enjoyed the man's jokes and climatic traps for the vigilantes of Gotham. In Scourge's opinion, the world needed more good jokesters around. As well as people like himself, who actually got the jokes.

Scourge hadn't been invited to the lounge, of course, when as he ever invited to anything? But there was always someway in, even with the most fortified fortresses. A few times, he thought about intervining, but he was wondering about whether Harley had found out about his little trick, putting on her underwear and bra and mocking her in front if Joker. He didn't think Joker had been very pleased with his little show, but then again, he didn't really care. It had been fun and he hadn't even washed the underwear and bra when he was done with his joke. He wondered if Harley was wearing those dirty garmets now and a smile slipped past his pursed lips, only to fade when Riddler arrived.

That man was absolutely boring! All his traps were so impossibly complicated, he raged iver the fact a vigilantes would escape them, and they had no spazzaz, unlike Joker's vivid little traps that were a lot more successful then the the question mark moron that had just walked in. Scourge sighed and continued to, rapidly growing bored with the other man's arrival. Then his trained ears picked up the slightest of sounds, like a heavy impact, an object upon flesh. A smack really. Joker walked into the bar, looking annoyied, and Scourge's interest returned. He watched Joker as he sat, watching Harley just as he was, then git up to confront the girls...and Fiddler personally. Scourge's smile returned and he took it as an invitation to join.

The black cloaked man stalked up beside Joker with a snickers. He had always been trying ti get rid of Harley, but the stupid girl was so stubborn! His blue eyes glittered now as Joker berated his own lover, then the gay looking moron, Riddler. "Well! Isn't this great! A family reunion!"

[kat]

She looked over Ivy as she spoke asking what would make her more happy... That was a good question, what would make her happy? The Joker, he always made her happy... Ok well not always but a lot of the time... It was just when he tried to kill her... She got his jokes if she didn't get him she wouldn't be with him. It was him who made her who she was but sometimes he was just so mean especially when he tried to kill her. With a soft sigh an idea came to mind "how about we get out..." but before she could finish her sentence a man in green came up behind her putting his hand on her shoulder and trying to give her candy. Her face turned beat red, she was not embarrassed she was angry! "I do not want any of your candy!" She waved it away. Harley did not appreciate him coming up telling her she was looking unflattering and than try to offer her candy... Was that suppose to make her feel better! NO! What would the Joker if he saw this man trying to give her candy and touching her... Wait he was touching her! A chill ran down her spine as she pushed his hand off of her shoulder with a disturbed look on her face.

Than before anymore words could be said a very familiar voice came ringing through the club and Harley's heart leaped yet fell at the same time! Mr J was here... He heard everything... "Oh Mr. J! I do a lot for you to whether you want to admit it or not!" That was all she choked out... What was she suppose to say now he heard her, he heard everything... This was not a good night for her it seemed to be getting worse and worse! And to top it off the one person she disliked the most came trotting up Scourge... She rolled her eyes at him "What are you doing here?" the harsh sounding question was directed at Scourge, she really did not want to see him here.

Harley looked over at Ivy trying to see what her look was on all of this... Everything was going everywhere. And the Joker was not only yelling at her but now yelling at the Riddler for hitting on his girlfriend which she couldn't help but smile a little at. No matter how much she was mad at her Puddin when he came in defending her against the Riddler she couldn't help but be ok with everything with him... What was it about the Joker that made her so weak in the knees and always wanting more of him... He was evil and funny and she was totally and completely in love with him... anyone who knew her knew how she felt about him ever since she heard about him, and than their sessions... Harley sighed and placed her head on her hand.... What was a girl suppose to do and there were so many people around...

Posting Order: Ivy, Riddler, Joker, Scourge, Harley
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