A Dame to Kill For.

[Harley Quinn]

The thought of the unknown, right on the other side of the towering gated door, made me feel uneasy. Appearing to be crafted out of some energy current, this could as easily be the doorway to satan's bedroom. I am not worried about the pain it might cause me to the go through to the other side. Pain is only pleasure. What worried me is the mystery of what may lay waiting beyond this wall. No matter how tightly I held onto Baby, nothing I could do would shake the feeling of discomfort until I made that leap. That jump into the deep end of the swimming pool that causes your stomach to flip and your skin to flutter with anticipation. This was exactly what it felt like. After passing through the glimmering entrance, I stood there with my mouth wide open like a fish out of water, thinking for a second I was back at home.

I was never particularly found of Gotham. It’s was like someone built a nightmare out of metal and stone and called it a “Metropolis”. Although, that nightmare of a city was just the place a psychotic gal like me belonged. Where I was felt like Gotham a thousand years into the future, shrouded in mystery and reeking with government control. If Batsy ever fulfilled his quest for a pure and harmonious civilization, it might look just like this. I wouldn’t be surprised if I walked deeper into the futuristic city and found a statue of that bastard.

I closed my eyes and stood there, embracing the sound of a city rich and alive, hearing the clamoring of voices, the echoes of steps, machines whizzing and bustling about all around me, made me feel so relaxed. I hated the quiet, being alone in my own thoughts, and stuck with only the voices. Even the smell of a busy city was recognizable: mixed spices being cooked, the musty burnt smell of smoke and tobacco, and the mischief smell of oil and gasoline. This was not as bad as I was anticipating and if anything, maybe, the big man upstairs mistakenly gave me the wrong ticket into heaven. Experiencing the rush of a fresh start, my eyes danced with excitement that took the city in around me.

I can have a lot of fun in a place like this. The neon signs and flashing screens were subconsciously telling me to shop here, eat there, and listen here. Or, to the cootie queen like me, steal, steal, steal. My shifty eyes however, soon noticed the governmental force scattered throughout the sea of citizens. Army militia, police, hired guns, guards, pigs it didn't matter what you called them, they were all jeopardizing my ticket to freedom. All gleaming in white, they marched through the city like cybernetic knights. As much as I itched to cause a glorious ruckus, that would disrupt this peaceful community. I was severely outnumbered.

Most of the view in front of me was towering skyscrapers. They stood so tall that they blocked any sign of stars that might have been seen through the pollution of lights. Every city has a deep dark corner that is hidden in the shadows, dripping in sin and evil temptations. The part of every city that they try to sweep under the rug, pretend it doesn't exist, or just try their best to avoid the area as a whole. That is where I needed to go, somewhere my talents and good looks would be appreciated.

The part of the city I was in now appeared to be like Gotham’s Central Station. Many people coming and going by transportation, hovering above the ground. Then I saw off in the distance a heavy set man who was lighting up a cigarette while leaning up against his cab. Shorter in stature, he wore a dingy white shirt that was speckled with stains from food down the front of it. A boisterous belly hung over the too small part of his faded trousers and had a tattoo of a scandalous woman on his forearm. This filthy dude had some obvious issues judging by his overall attitude, but the cockroach of a man looked like he knew just the place where I could have a good time.

Approaching him, I flashed him a flirty smile while I walked over and twirled my pink tipped pony tail playfully. That thirsty look I knew all too well flooded his shaggy brown eyes. It does not take much to get the blood pumping to the other head does it?

“Hey sugar, do you think you could give me a ride?” I asked while batting my pretty blues at this waste of flesh.

After sucking up mucus into this nose and then spitting at my feet, the creep raised his eyebrows and looked at me hungrily. “Of course baby, hop right in.”

Just as I was about to get into the back of his cruiser, I heard a voice call out in my direction. Turning my head, I saw a man with a chicken mask covering his face running straight towards me. “Hold the cab!” he yelled, between heavy breaths. Hmm, it would not hurt having some company apart from the slimy creep, but maybe he had some cash to pay the guy, because I sure as hell didn’t.

So, I let the guy into the back seat with him me to the disappointment of the driver. “Where are we headed?” the balding cabby asked, his voice thick with envy. Turning to the man in the mask, I said, “I don’t know about you doll, but I need a drink.” Speaking to the cabby now, I tell him I don’t want to have a drink with fancy crystal, but a drink at a place where he would warn me not to roam the streets at night alone. “What about you Mr? Where are you headed this night?” I asked the masked man.

[Ash Williams]

Arriving on Coruscant, Jacket saw the city like structures high and futuristic noticing from the looks of things that he isn't in 1989 anymore. This kinda concerned Jacket into thinking did he just traveled to the future? Jacket hears, smells, and sees how this city is way different then Miami. He notice that even the city is filled with different people and aliens too. It's like he just waltz into movie just how everything looks. He notices too that he sees soldiers thought it would be better to just blend in the crowd. At least the mask kinda made him look like he was alien too. it would've been nice if I have my Delorean right now so I can get around easily and this city has streets that look big enough for a car. Jacket thought to himself. He then notices that transportation around here is flying. It's like if he wanted his car to do that, he would have to turn it into a time machine that they has from Back To The Future. Jacket sees a cab and thinks that's the only way to get around. He hurries to the cab yelling to the woman who just got in that wore some revealing clothes "Hold the cab". The woman did hold the cab and got in at the right time. He takes off his mask putting it some where in the cab. Noticing that the woman who was pretty pale in a odd way as if she didn't get too much vitamin D and highlights in her hair was talking to him. "Same place too, I need a smoke and drink."

[Storyteller]

"Law Zero Zero, you on?"

The man rose from his bed immediately, not even bothering to wipe the sleep from his eyes; he hadn't even been sleeping in the first place. Raising a finger to the earpiece that was never removed, the man grumbled into the dark air of his personall barracks room. 5:55 Coruscant time. Unsurprising. Crime never slept either.

"Active."

Dispatch took a moment to respond. Guess there was a lot on tonight's dance card. It had been a while since the last crackdown. It only made sense that the city's Prime element would start grab-assing for a sense of importance again. The man didn't even bother for them to begin talking before putting on the first of several layers of body armor.

"One bank robbery, single Prime suspect. Male, dark hair, apparent cybernetic augmentation. Locaton unknown, but presumed to have gone down on four."

A grunt. If dispatch hadn't been so cagey about calling him in, the perp wouldn't have made it that far. Better see what else was cooking.

"I'll get to him. Anything more immediate?"

"Affirmative. Got a Prime in a chicken mask who just stumbled the gate after mashing a trooper's face and firing on the rest of his squad. Last seen entering a cab on Central with another Prime was scanned."

"And who is the other one?"

"Unknown. Pretty sure they're both fountain-fresh. Some kinda bimbo clown if what I'm seeing from the cab cam is correct. No open hostilities as of yet."

"Yet." he said, moving over to his kitchenette. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, looks like some Prime in red armor and a black haired kid did a gun 'n run before killing some more boys in the Nexus. Last seen entering Camelot."

"Outside of my jurisdiction. Delta can get that one."

There was a pause. Clearly they had been hoping he would go after that case. Not a chance though; he wasn't trained for subtlety. There were better options.

"I'll take care of the couple in the cab and then look into the cyborg."

"Understood. Do you need time to eat?" Dispatch asked as they forwarded the cab's tracking information to his personal monitor. Even as they said this, however, the man was chugging down a bottle of raw bisquick and stuffing cold ham into his unshaved mouth. Once that was done, the man fit his helmet onto his dour features. Even in the unlit environs of the apartment, the large, red X on the front of the dome was clearly visible.

"Negative. Dredd moving out."

...

Twelve minutes and thirty eight seconds later, suspect vehicle in sight. Dredd flicked the sirens on the side of his personal EPD swoop and raisd the comm line up to his lips. As the red lights flashed into the darkness of the cab, Harley and Jacket flinched as the Judge's voice was sent booming straight into the cabin.

"Primes, this is the Judge. Suspect One; killing EPD personnel and evading capture. Sentence; death. Suspect two; possible collusion with a known criminal. Sentence; detention and questioning. Cab driver. Pull over the vehicle immediately."

"Well, that was fast!" Quinn quipped turning around and sticking her tongue out at the pig on the flying motorcycle. Meanwhile, the cab pilot started a vibrant string of curses.

"Ahhhgh shit-damn shoulda known fuckin' freaks gettin' here oughtta be a buncha ass-fuckin' Primes, I swears..." he said, his voice quaking considerably. Without even hesitating for a moment, the driver began to bring the flying car down to land on the bright stree-side below...

[Harley Quinn]

The cab raced through the open night air, its headlights guiding our way while the city started to become less and less immaculate. Sitting beside me, the man had a stern and concerned look on his face, as he kept his eyes out the window, viewing the city pass under us. He must be going through the same shock I had been through, guessing if he had a similar welcome as I did. Wearing a stylish jacket with matching sneakers, he laid his mask on the seat in between them.

I don’t mind the silence of the ride, the awkward quiet was actually a blessing seeing as I was almost stuck talking to the cabby the whole way to my destination. Thinking of the cabby now, I asked him where exactly he was taking us.

Inhaling a large amount of smoke from his half-lit cigarette before answering, the fatty driver responded “Tier 7 baby, a place for the worst of the worst in Coruscant.”

I was almost shaking with anticipation, this place sounded like just like where I can start trouble with little resistance from the law. The law was no fun, and Harley only liked to have fun. Besides, at any moment, the crazy will overtake me and the consequence might be severe.

Then the sound abruptly changed from quite and awkward to terrifying with the sound of sirens and the flash of lights appearing behind him.

"Primes, this is the Judge. Suspect One; killing EPD personnel and evading capture. Sentence; death. Suspect two; possible collusion with a known criminal. Sentence; detention and questioning. Cab driver. Pull over the vehicle immediately."

"Well, that was fast!" I quipped turning around and sticking my tongue out at the pig on the motorbike. With the cop suddenly appearing behind us the cabby nervously jerked the wheel and began screaming uncontrollably.

“What the fuck did you guys do?!?” He bellowed as he started to slow this cab down. Afraid of my freedom I brought Baby right up to his face, the wood eye level.

“If you stop this cab you're going to have two people in the back seat with murder charges,” I told him my voice stern and full of warning.

“Do you know who that is!?! It’s Judge Dredd! I am not losing my cab over this shit.” the old bastard replied back as sweat became pouring down his face.

Turning around to look at the chicken head crook, I saw him opening the cab door and releasing an onslaught of bullets at the cop. Fuck this, and Fuck that, for once I didn’t do anything. Sheeesh, here I am being good samaritan one time and this is the thanks I get. Without any further hesitation and with one swift kick I sent the crook out of the hovercraft, tumbling down cursing as he fell into the city darkness below.

“I am sorry doll face, but I am not risking my new found freedom. Meet me in slums of tier 7!” I called after him as he disappeared from view.

Climbing into the front seat beside the frustrated cabby I asked him how much farther do we have to our destination?

With a mild annoyance in his voice, he replied “20 minutes maybe 25.” That was not good enough for me I needed to hide out and escape the law. Even though I did not do anything wrong, yet, I break under government pressure which will cause me to do jail time.

“Make it in 10” I commanded the now kidnapped cabby. “I mean it punch it!”

[Ash Williams]

Jacket falls and lands on a speeder that someone was driving. He pulls out his silenced smg when he landed in the passenger seat at stranger telling him in a chilling and threatening voice "Drive fast or die..". The driver reacted nervously stuttering "Yes-s-s- sir!" then he punches it making the vehicle go fast and he tells the stranger once more "Tier 7 now go.". The driver drives further down to reach tier 7 and within a minute the driver grabs something right beside him which looks exactly like Jacket's mask. Within a split second the city that looked pretty and rich turned into a dead world with the city looking decayed and ruined. The driver turns his head to Jacket telling him "I didn't really suspect you to get in trouble right when this new day dawns. Well what can you do. You know those guys who was back there that greeted you some didn't seem that bad to the others. I guess it is true then that you do like hurting others. I don't blame you how you introduced to yourself with that one guy how he treated you. That first guy you meet back there that was stopping you I bet he had a lovely wife even children too. Now you have absolutely crushed their dreams and hope. I see you have been taking everything serious well maybe too serious. If you think I'm going to tell at this moment if you are going to live or die, I can't give you the best answer. That's up for you to decide on really how you want to go out. Just remember that this new day ain't like the previous days you lived and how you got away. Maybe next time you do more of a formal approach to anyone in this kind of day. Well I really hope you thought carefully on your actions and that you can think wisely for the near future. For now how about we cruise through this beautiful day, shall we?" said the masked stranger then Jacket's vision starts becoming blurry while they cruise into the more depths of the city which started to look like Hell with all the decayed bodies, ashes, especially the fire. Jacket wakes up and realizes he is back in reality and the guy still looking scared at him how he just sat there without saying a word still pointing the gun at him. They continue to speed down fast into the city while dodge the traffic that seemed to be thick today. Jacket tries to keep his focus on how he will get away and meet that strange yet beautiful woman he met in the cab. Still his thoughts are going through his head about what that masked stranger said in his illusion.

[Storyteller]

Dredd let out a low snarl as the first suspect was unceremoniously punted from the cab by the other Prime in the vehicle. It would be a joke to say that this sort of thing was surprising. The second the heat shows up, criminals always became their own worst enemies.

Well.

Maybe second worst.

Without any more hesitation than the clown Prime had shown, Dredd ripped his pursuit bike into a dive to follow Jacket, his trained eyes never leaving the perp's fluttering form. When the man finally fell squarely into another civillian vehicle and trained his firearm on the pilot, Dredd pulled back and flicked his sirens off. No use in provoking the psycho, at least not yet. High-speed, aerial chases were no places for civvies...which reminded him.

"Dispatch."

"Copy Judge."

"Send a probe after the cab from initial pursuit. Female suspect ejected male perp and hijacked vehicle. Keep a low profile. I wanna see where these two are going."

"Affirmative."

With that, Dredd gradually faded back into traffic, his internal HUD doing the honors of tracking the vehicle that Jacket had himself taken by force. As the panicked car wove itse way down through the Tiers, Dredd swallowed a hard lump of bile in his throat; not from fear, but disgust. They were going to Seven. That alone was enough to slap a public endangerment charge on the chicken-headed freak, if he hadn't already been pointing a submachine gun at the poor man's face.

"This is Law Zero Zero. Dispatch, perps heading for seven. Maintaining low profile pursuit."

"Uh..uh negative Judge. Tier seven isn't cleared for law enforcement services. You're gonna have to-"

"Over ruled! Emperor's directive, chapter nine, section six, heading six. Any civilian of the Emperor in direct threat of Prime hostility shall not be abandoned. I'm going in."

If Dispatch had any more brilliant counter arguments, they were lost along the wave of static that came crashing over Dredd's earpiece. Standard comms gave out after Tier Six. He would be on his own for this one...and yes, normally he would have agreed with Dispatch. This was a bad idea. Going into Tier Seven alone against an unknown threat with a hostage was not a solo operation. But this time...this time Dredd wasn't going just let them go. This was different from patrol, and these maniacs needed to die...which again, reminded him.

"Dredd's note to self, Additional charges for female suspect; civilian endangerment and attempted murder of a Prime."

As the hovercar finally whined its way down into the smoke-ridden depths, The Judge reached into his patrol swoop's utility compartment and wrapped an clipped on his helmet's air filter attachment. Switching his visor's display to thermal, it was easy to follow the escaping speeder through the thick smog while he kept to the shadows of the looming, decrepit factories and the rusted, mammoth pipes which sprung from every surface like the bones of this dead tier.

He'd observe for now, but if the civilians were put into further danger, he'd have to rush things.

[Ash Williams]

Jacket observes an the area that they are going across to figure out what's the next best move. He turns to the driver and lowers his gun at his then says "I'm going to free you since you aren't really cut out for this and I don't think you are not good enough to die.". The driver was shock at what the vigilante said and was thanking him for letting him go. Jacket then looks down and gets his mind together what the next crazy thing he was going to do. He jumps off the speeder free falling to the surface then luckily slides into a big pipe that eventually saved him from not breaking his legs or going splat. The pipe ends and he slides right out falling a bit landing on the ground which the area looked deserted and with signs of life. Jacket then makes his next move and continues through tier 7 hoping he could find a way out or at least a sign of hope. He climbs around machinery and notices that the area was pretty smokey from all the industrial. At least he was a smoker and was kinda used to the kind of the environment except well this smoke isn't really tobacco. He thought the bright side was that at least he made the law enforcer go after him instead of the lady he just met which she really didn't do anything. A lot of thoughts was going through his head as he sneaks around tier 7 such as what the masked stranger said again to him and has been thinking that he needs to get a hold of himself and know he isn't in 1989 Miami anymore and now that the world is now super high-tech. The new law system is pretty much like big brother making sure that there is stability in civilization. Jacket comes across cliff edge filled with machinery on the bottom and pipes. He decides to makes sure at least the police thrown off course to climb down and at least look for an exit. The machines made noises and some having steam coming out of them. He feels like he is running around in a huge factory of some sorts. Jacket starts to climb down carefully with the machinery being his support of grip. After climbing down for a couple of minutes he reaches through little small area that looks like it has enough room to squeeze in enough and hide for a bit. Jacket climbs in the crack in the machinery and stays hidden at least not trying to make any noise.

[Harley Quinn]

If there was ever a more scummy place for a city, this one took the cake. For miles, the only thing visible was crumbling industrial parks and junkyards. The atmosphere outside my window looked hazardous, thick with smog and chemical waste. It was hard to believe that a bar could be found out here, the cabby said there was. I had no choice but to take his word for it.

After what seemed like ages, we finally stopped in front of a collapsing factory style building. “Here we are,” the cabby said while he cautiously landed his cruiser. I am surprised there was a place to land in the mix of all the garbage and concrete. “It's just back behind that wall over there.” pointing off in the distance as he told me.

“Wow, what a dump!” I said while getting out of the cab. The very air I breathed felt toxic, with a stench of death, I struggled to find my breath. Who in their right mind would want to live in a place like this? Peering through the wasteland, I saw no other signs of life, cabs, or flying space crafts. Standing there with the foul breeze gliding from my heavenly hair I heard no sound: no people, no music, no joy. Just me, myself, and the driver; all alone. How romantic.

“Well, there you go, enjoy the rest of your night.” The cabby said as he attempted to drive off. I have no idea who this man thinks he is.

Taking my bat, I swung it against the hood of his car with a loud crash, the vibrations of the impact tickling me, which brought about a wicked giggle. You should beat his face into his skull for funsies Harley. As much as I would like to, I wanted to have a drink first before the party started.

Startled, the old cabby said nothing until I leaned inside his window “How silly of me, I was about to let you leave without the pleasure of thanking you for my ride.” Smiling sinfully, I asked him how much I owed him. From this distance, I could easily bite the nose off his fat smug face.

“Oh no charge, you’re new here, this one's on me.” he said nervously, his pupils dilated with fear. I stared at him for several seconds, studying his ugly mug. It would be so easy to turn his insides out, decorating his cab with beautiful garlands made from the intestines. Deciding against it, I finally told him thank you and left.

Walking towards the direction he told me, I heard him start up his cab and drive off further into the junk yard of a city. Could you even call this place a city? I guess it doesn't matter as long as I can get to have some fun. So far this whole thing has been a nightmare I wish I’d wake up from. Shrugging it off, I swung baby playfully as I carefully walked through the rubble and behind the wall. What lay beyond the wall was a door; if you could even call it a door anymore. Most of the structure of the door was missing, moldy and broken off while the frame hung crooked. There could still be alcohol in there Harley and if not I betcha there's something to smash in there! (Que evil giggling)Agreed, I am going in.

At first, I only saw one man, sitting behind a stained desk with a dirty glass in his hand. He was substantially larger than I am, judging by the rotting furniture. With the muscles in his arms showing through his torn, filthy clothes I noticed the ink work on his chest. When he saw me, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and a large toothless smile took over his vile filthy face. What a freak, I felt like I could vomit at the sight of him.

“Welcome, gorgeous!” He called out to her while he raised his glass. “You look fresh, this is your first time?” he asked me while undressing me with his eyes. Uh, this does not look like no bar Harley, bitch got you fucked up.

“Yeah, I know that.” responding to myself.

Then he blurted out a chuckle, pulling out a bottle, and poured some more liquid into his glass. Smiling a beautiful psychotic smile, I responded to the thug “I was told this was a place a gal like me could get a drink.”

“You can have a drink.” the stranger chuckled in response. “You will have to give us something for it, though.” He snickered, then chugged his drink in one shot. Us? Noticing then, I was surrounded by a group of men that appeared from the slimy shadows.

This is really what I think it is? These motherfuckers think they could pull a fast one on me? Me? The queen of clowns; they had another thing coming. I can’t wait to clean the blood from these punks off my sweet, darling baby.

“Wheee look at all these pretty boys,” looking around playfully, I saw at least 5 other men in the room, not counting the one at the desk. “What can an innocent girl like me do for you?” asking while I bashed my beautiful blue eyes that bubbled from excitement.

With a hungry look on his face, he was about to answer but was interpreted by the cabby that had driven me here in the first place. “Be careful boss, this one is dangerous.” To which the boss busted out laughing uncontrollably.

“This one?" Stopping to laugh some more. "You did good bubba bringing me this sexy piece of ass.” Licking his lips with his rotten tongue, he turned back to me saying “I’m going to have you calling me daddy before I am done with you.”

The room abruptly filled with my own maniacal laughter, as I tried my best to control my hunger for violence. Some of the men exchanged nervous looks while others couldn't keep their eyes off me. To think these guys were actually serious. How exciting.

Alright, this has already been a bad day, I'm sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up! I had enough of all this shit, and I was beyond prepared to use my precious baby on these poor unfortunate souls.

“I’ll tell you what I want cupcake. I want money, power, maybe some sweet pussy, and you're going to give me all of it.” the man behind the desk said as he rose to his feet. It appeared like this man was serious after all.

“You want to play with Harley? Let's play motherfuckers." this was the last thing I said before they rushed me all at once.

[Storyteller]

A low growl.

Yes, naturally this tended to be Dredd's default response to most things, but watching the Prime plummet from the hijacked vehicle particularly got on the Judge's nerves. Did people really think this kind of maneuver was uncommon or unexpected? No...no it would take much more than that to shake off the Law.

Dredd tracked the Prime's heat signature as it wove and climbed its way through a dense web of derelict machinery. Despite the many oil and trash fires that burned openly on Tier 7, it was actually quite cold down here. It made things easy when it came to finding Jacket tucked away inside the hulk of an ancient urban recycling factory.

"Pursuit. Arm heat-seekers." Dredd grumbled. In response, his EPD swoop let out a quick whir-clunk as a small missile rack folded out from the chassis. Dialing in on the giant orange and red blob that gave away the cock-headed Prime's location, Dredd jabbed the firing lock on his console. There came an immense bang as the warhead sprang forth, its tracking hardwarw buzzing eargerly as it homed in on Jacket's location.

Just as Jacket was thinking of moving on, he peeked his head around the corner of the grist shaft he was occupying to see a fiery streak headed straight for him.

"Oh sonnuva-" was all he managed before being blown clear from the confines of his hiding spot. On the way to the street far below, Jacket slammed into a wide span of redundant metal netting before finally flopping onto the cold asphalt. The masked vigilante let out a warbling groan as he lurched to his feet. By that point, Dredd had landed the swoop just a few feet away, a high-tech machine pistol trained directly on Jacket's torso....

[Ash Williams]

After the whole explosion that damaged Jacket, he fell backwards on the ground and lands hard. He can feel how much pain he took after getting hit by the missiles. Seeing the advanced law enforcer landing, this is his first time ever getting caught unlike back in Miami the cops were less advance of course do to it being the 80s. Especially one time he remember when he completed a location that the message told him to go to, SWAT members invaded the premises but Jacket ran out quick and steady even funny how he didn't even kill them instead knocking them down or out. Now today's law enforcement has to be this kind of big brother program that is making everything "pure" and "perfect" for everyone to live in especially having a cop equipped with a rocket launcher. Geez, why can't everything be simple as it use to be back in 89. thought Jacket to himself as he sees the cop landing not to far away from him. Everything around him felt like it was in slow motion due to Jacket having the thought of his death. He never thought he would go out this way by being butchered by a pig of the law. Jacket drops his head on the asphalt looking straight up in the sky well not technically the sky since all he could see is the industrial machinery that is blocking out what is truly above. Hearing the footsteps of Dredd in slow motion all he could is recall back to the memories he can somewhat remember that impacted his life such as the day the he was saved by his fellow bearded friend in his squad on Hawaii when he almost died, the one time he saved the hooker from the evil hands of the Russian mob, and the last time he will never forget is the room he seen in his dreams with those three masked figures that they awfully looked familiar and questioned him in his own actions. Jacket still hearing the final noises of his life which were Dredd's footsteps, he starting thinking peacefully in a time he would like to be in such as cruising down the coastal streets of Miami along the shore side with palm trees while seeing a sunset in the distance. With his final thoughts in tact while closing his eyes all he is thinking is that this is just a nightmare he is dreaming and he will wake up back in his apartment. He then takes slow deep breathes under his mask while he is thinking that this is all just a dream he is in.

[Storyteller]

The perp wasn't getting up. This was odd, considering most Primes had a preference to go down kicking and screaming, not that it ever did them any good. It was really rather suspicious. Dredd steadied his aim and crept closer to Jacket, tapping the side of his helmet to try and get some vitals on the masked man. From this distance, it was clear that his heartbeat was still strong, and that his breathing was regular. Dredd frowned; something odd was going on here, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. There was still another suspect on the loose and he needed to track her down while the drone still had a fix on her location.

With all the gravitas of swatting a fly, the Judge squeezed the trigger on his pistol firmly, unleashing a four-shot burst which summarily perforated Jacket's skull with extreme prejudice. Dredd glared over the muzzle of his firearm, through the gently whisping smoke that quickly blended with Tier Seven's hazardous atmosphere. No movement detected. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, Dredd rapidly shuffled over and tore the grotesque mask off of the perp's face. Two fingers to the neck confirmed the absence of a heartbeat, and the letterman didn't seem like the type to be able to fake a stopped heart.

"Suspect One: Execution confirmed. Proceeding to Suspect Two." he reported to no one in particular. It didn't matter that Dispatch couldn't hear him; protocol had to be followed. It was the Law. Just a moment later, Dredd hopped on to his Pursuit Swoop and shot off into the smoggy sky, the repulsorlifts leaving swirling eddies of vapor in their wake.

Precisely seven minutes and twenty three seconds later, Dredd pulled to halt outside some clapboard excuse for a dive bar. Normally, on any of the higher tiers, he would be able to use cameras inside the establishment to see just what was going on. Whatever it was, it was still quiet. Guess it he would have to do this the old fashioned way. Walking with grim determination, Dredd emerged from the smog of Tier seven, knocking on the shabby door with the bottom of his foot. As the door outright shattered into dozens of pieces, Dredd immediately tossed a stun grenade into the dingy bar. Six screams; five male and one female. Taking a quick assessment of the situation, it appeared that a group of what could, generously, be called squatters, had surrounded the female and had been prepared to attack as a group. The clown woman was not slated for execution, yet, so the first priority was ensuring her safety. His HUD wasn't reading any of these low lifes as Imperial citizens, which meant they were fair game.

"Show stopper." Dredd growled to his gun. A faint click signified that the ordnance had been modified, and without further delay, the Judge opened fire. The high-impact rounds immediately sent the first two targets flying into the grimy walls, explosions of blood adding a little bit of color to the otherwise drab environment. Movement from the left; incoming hostile. Dredd slapped the incoming piece of rebar away from him and locked the waste of skin's arm behind his back. Judge spun the man around and immediately vacated the perp's cranium of its contents with a shot to the back of his shaggy head. Three down. By this point, the remaining two scum had managed just what was happening.

"Th-fuck...The FUCKING JUDGE?!" shouted the rotund man who had taken shelter behind his desk.

"Sounds exciting!" cried Harley, who immediately somersaulted over the rickety cover with a single hand, swiftly snapping the boss's neck, courtesy of her beloved bat. The remaining man took this opportunity to bolt out of the bar, screaming out into the nebulous gloom of Tier Seven's firelit industrial hellscape. Dredd stared blankly at the fleeing man before saying just a few simple words.

"Pursuit. Seek and destroy."

With that, there came a high pitched whine as the Judge's swoop bike came to life, slipping off into the sky of its own volition. An echoing series of thumps and screams followed a moment later, eventually blending with the thrumming ambiance of the tier. Dredd hadn't taken his eyes off of the Prime the entire time, though she had taken the liberty of taking a seat in the dead boss's lap, propping one foot up on the blood spattered desk. She twirled one pigtail idly, not bothering to glance at her...well...could he be called a savior? Nah. More like a party pooper.

"Suspect. New sentence: Extended Detention. One chance. Surrender." Dredd barked, bringing his weapon up. Harley let out a wistful sigh.

"You remind me of someone I knew." she said with a wry tone.

[Harley Quinn]

The ugly brutes had their muggy hands all over my body, having me pinned against the desk and trying their best to keep me still. My face stuck uncomfortably to the decaying, varnished wood desk which smelt like vomit and stale beer. If they wanted to fuck me they could have asked nicely. I pushed with all my weight forward, causing the desk to slide and throwing the group of gangbangers off balance. With the floor crumbling beneath my feet, I established a steady footing. Kicking my heel deep into one of the thugs thighs, while simultaneously grabbing the hard rocket of another and yanking it down as hard as I could. The sound of the pathetic man yelling, echoed off the mold-covered walls, causing the sound of screeching rats fleeing into the decrepit building in responses to his cries. One by one, Baby knocked every one of these assholes around while I danced in the rain of blood coming from the disfigured skulls.

I saw all of this before I dropped my bat into my hand, right until the room erupted with an explosion. That psycho cop had nothing better to do than to crash my party. Gun’s blazing the man had his head covered with a menacing helmet that screamed crazed vigilante. With little to no effort, he was able to send these pansies screaming into the night, crying for mama.

This whole thing was bullshit, I have had nothing but shit happen to me since I got here. I am not going to sit here and watch this ass hole have all the fun. You have a score to settle with the dick head back there Harley? Right, I thought while somersaulting into the air and allowing for Baby to take the criminals breath away.

While I watched the criminal's life frantically leave his eyes I whispered softly into the creeps ear “Who’s your daddy now?” With one last agonizing gurgle coming from the purps mouth, his body went still and fell right back in his chair.

I know better and choose my fights wisely, seeing this hunk of body armour take down all these bad guys made my little heart flutter. More like your kitty wet Harley. Giggling, I sat down on the once threatening man and watched the cop take out the trash.

"Suspect. New sentence: Extended Detention. One chance. Surrender." the copper demanded with his blaster pointed right at me.

“Who the hell do you think you are, the goddamn Batman?” I asked him, clearly annoyed.

“This is the Judge, Stand down or I will be forced to use lethal force against you!”

With a slight chuckle, I raised both hands into the air slowing before cautiously saying “Freeze Copper! I got it. Does it look like I am resisting arrest? What did I even do to have the pleasure of a fine gentleman like you putting me in cuffs?” I bashed my left eye playfully towards the armoured civil servant. “You don’t look like any judge I ever seen.” The sweat the gleaned off my body felt like it was trying its best to rid itself from the toxicity of this place.

His expressions clouded by his encompassing helmet made him unreadable, with a loud voice booming through the faltering building he called out “Civilian endangerment, attempted murder of a Prime, Associations with known murders, Evading arrest. You don't appear to be innocent.”

Laughing wickedly I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Of course I am not innocent, I am as dirty as they come. I don’t know your laws I don’t abide by your rules. All I know is that I just magically landed here and gave some dude in a ridiculous chicken head a god damn ride.

“Listen here tinman, the only law I may have broken is maybe indecent exposure. I gave some chicken head a ride and that's it, so what's it going to be law man?”

While I waited anxiously for his response, the voices in my head were fighting for their chances to have their say.
Kill this motherfucker bitch, I am not spending a second behind bars again.
I will kill you if you let this pathetic pig take advantage of you. You can get away easily no one can out flip you.
No matter how much they clamored around inside my mind the only thing I responded to was “Nowhere to run”

[Storyteller]

"Compliance, eh? That's a new one." Dredd mumbled, keeping his gun pointed straight at Harley's face. The Judge took out a pair of high-tech hand cuffs, and harlequin held out her hands with a giant, fake pout on her face. The two black bands seemed to wrap themselves around her forearms and seal shut with a hiss. Dredd grabbed her arm and roughly hauled her to her feet, leading Harley outside where Dredd's EPD swoop was waiting. Harley looked at the single seat hover bike and then up at Dredd with a quizzical look on her face.

"You mean I get ta wrap my arms around you the whole way upstairs? Hubba hubba." she said with a manic grin. Dredd had no visible reaction, and simply grumbled an order at the bike like it was some sort of dog.

"Pursuit. Tag Along."

With that, a sidecar suddenly unfolded itself from the right side of the bike, snapping into place when it was complete.

"Aw." the clown muttered.

...

A good twenty minutes later, Dredd was once again, roughly pushing Harley around as they went in through the back entrance of the EPD HQ, into the booking department. Harley noted how everyone seemed to get real quiet as soon as this guy set foot inside a room. There was a woman who was, miraculously, not dressed in some form of body armor sitting behind the front desk.

"Well, lookit what we got here. Dredd brought us a live one." she said, looking Harley over with utterly judgemental eyes.

"The Prime Cooperated. Sentence reduced to Interrogation and release on probation." Dredd said plainly, keeping a firm grip on Harley's arm. By this point, the clown was completely bored out of her skull, especially compared to the shit that had just gone down earlier.

"Alright then, put her in the tank and we'll take it from here." the booking officer said, nodding her head over at a rather normal looking jail cell. What with how fancy the rest of the city looked, Harley had been expecting some sort of laser beam prison. Nah. It was just a ten by ten pokey with a pot and a fun little contingent of three, white armored guards who kept their guns on her at all times. Dredd shoved her inside and slammed the cell shut without another word before turning on his heel and walking around the corner, out of sight.

Guy really knew how to make a girl feel special.

I trust you to take it from here.

[Harley Quinn]

How many times; how many times have I been behind bars just like this one? I couldn’t tell you, even if my life depended on it. The smell of body odor, sweat, and bad food was the same for all of them. Even when the facility is as high tech as this one, they all still have that putrid smell of the people they put away behind bars. What's worse is the constant staring, the judgmental eyes never leaving my sight, and yet they avoid to look at me directly. It was like I was some caged beast, interesting, maybe even comical, but dangerous. When I put it like that, the glares weren’t so bad and the team inside my head also agreed with me.

It was a good thing that the possibilities of them being able to hear my conversations were high. I have this horrible habit of saying all the ways I am going to annihilate everyone in the room under my breath, and this tends to make the little piggies squeal. For the good of everyone, I was alone, at least for now. This cell, even with the appearance of being a basic holding was way more advanced than anything I have ever been booked in. Bright lights must be a common thing in this universe because my eyes were burning from the luminescent tiles above my head. Even with this cell’s simplistic design, sitting here I felt like my powers were being suppressed by an invisible force. Yup, this was a shitty deal alright. 

One thing was the same for all the cells I have ever been in, and that is the incredible boredom. The longer I stay in this cage, the more frustrated I become. When I am bored I will do pretty much anything to entertain myself. Standing as close to the bars as I could I watched all the people being occupied with their daily lives. There were other people who looked like that Judge fellow, but they were completely dressed in white armor and topped with shiny helmets. I have a sinking feeling that I will, unfortunately, see that tin can again someday. He was like The Batman, being a dark cloud that shadows me, watching and waiting to bust me. Judge Dredd, with his mysterious, towering pillar of authority, had me going huba huba. I’d have to do something very naughty to make him chase my tail again. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel excited.

After waiting for what felt like ages, I heard my name being said from across the room by a woman in an ugly suit. He then took the clipboard she was holding and to looked over it for a few moments. I mean, I can’t really tell with that ridiculous headpiece what he is looking at. Walking over to me, I winked at him while he ordered me to back up with my hands in the air.

“So, you are the lucky one?” The civil servant told me in muffled, and semi-robotic tone. The man opened the door to my cell by punching a code in this fancy box and pulled me forcibly by the arm down a narrow hallway. Luck? Hardly. Judging by the state I am in, it looks like it's going to be a very long night for me. Although, the less time in here the better or I’ll wind up a life sentence for having too much fun.

With a gun pointed at my back, he leads me into a small room with only a table and a couple of chairs. The walls were a dingy and lifeless gray and there was futuristic, pod-like cameras in every corner. I have been in this room before as well, here is where the good cop, bad cop plays out. This is where I have to prove my innocence or whatever. But, I am not innocent, not even close.


More waiting, I sat there in that uncomfortable chair, staring at the one of glass from the camera’s back at my striking reflection.  This is the part the big boys behind the screen start deciding my fate, and where their eyes are free to gawk anywhere they wanted to. Disgusting. The more I sat here the more frustrated I became with the men who thought they had a right to keep me here. Until finally, two guards filled the empty spaces in the already cramped room. They started by asking me for my story, which I gladly told from start to finish while they judged me with their lifeless, robotic faces. At least, that was the vibe I got from the punks since it was impossible to tell by those stupid fruit basket of a helmet.

One of them threw an envelope on the table in front of me, which spilled out its contents. It was a couple of photographs of other white armed men, completely covered in blood. “What can you tell me about this?” The taller cop who showed me the file asked, in a grumpy authoritative manner. Here we go with the shit storm.

Taking a second to look over the gruesome prints, I couldn’t help but smile widely from ear to ear. Letting out a mocking giggle, I respond politely “Looks like I lost my invention in the mail.”

I felt the rage build up in him as he got up and around the table, then slammed my head down onto the cold metal. “You think this is some kind of joke? These were good men and your friend killed them, did you help him do it?” He yelled at my face, his hand pushed down on my temple once more before finally releasing me.

Blood dripped from my nose, tickling my lips I let out a booming and uncontrollable heckle. “Naughty, Naughty” I stopped to spit out a mouthful of blood towards the general direction of the pig. “Let me start by saying, if you put your hands on me again I will hillariously end your worthless life in the most exciting way and I would live happily-ever-after eating cereal out of that big head of yours.” I snarled with the blood dripping on my lips and sliding down my neck. He tried once again to tempt fate but his partner stopped him from making another foolish mistake.

“Listen we just want answers, those were good men and we just want justice for them and their families. So please tell us anything you know.” The good cop asked and then stopped to rummage through a pocket on this belt for a tissue.

This whole event was definitely amusing, instead I would feel much better if I painted the walls with their blood and danced with their limp bodies. I bet I could take about ten or fifteen of them out before they had to call my fearless Judge to come save the day. Its definitely what these bastards deserved but there is no booze in jail Harley.

“Look, I have been behind this table before, not once, but thousands of times, and for things I am willing to commit to doing. But, I am sorry to burst your bubble robocop, I had nothing to do with this. I did not know the guy, I just shared a cab with him before I kicked his stupid ass out.”

The men exchanged looks once more before the good cop spoke to the dick cop “If she was really apart of this I think Dredd would have iced her.” The dick soldier shrugged and slammed his fist against the desk, his frustration brought out a giggle. The two pigs left the room and left me alone with my thoughts once again.

[Ash Williams]

Jacket arrives in the city yet again seeing the familiar surroundings from before. He appears to be at what seems to be the city square in tier 1 which was flashy and pretty clean. The square was busy with all the people doing their daily lives and going places. There was also some Jumbotrons scattered on buildings advertising products and other things for profit. Jacket continued walking down the block with his hands in his letterman's  pockets minding his own business. He can see that there were stormtroopers patrolling the city keeping everything at peace and having a sharp eye. At least Jacket kept most of his equipment hidden under his letterman such as his shotgun, SMG, and his mask. He had his hammer clipped to his belt but his jacket was covering most of his belt. Jacket walks past by the patrolling stormtroopers which they payed no attention to him thinking he was just an ordinary bystander. When Jacket reached the main part of the square, he crosses a street when the traffic was stopped by the traffic system they had for the city. He noticed there was one huge Jumbotron which was projecting news for the city. He stops to see what the news was saying, it had other things talking about the city that didn't concern Jacket until there was topic on a arrest in Tier 6 that seemed to be about some suspicion being involved in a murder. The woman was arrested when there were other men on the sight that tried to harm her. After the news anchor discussed the topic they showed a mug picture of the young lady which she appeared to have a kind of clown look to her. Jacket realizes the image and notices that she was in Jacket's dream for some weird reason. He gets a flashback that involved him being in a cab with that girl and thinks it wasn't right for her getting involved what he did. Building up with some frustration to what the law did to her, Jacket continues down the block to find a cab so he can travel to the Police headquarters to see if he can see her. Jacket gets attention to one cab that stopped for him and enters the vehicle. "Where we headin?" said the cab driver which he looked to be in his late 30s and was human that appeared to look normal. "Get me to the Police headquaters of the city." said Jacket taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and his lighter. "You got it then!" said the Cab driver with a waking attitude. "Is it okay if I smoke in here?" questioned Jacket seeing if his smoke break was alright. "Sorry, our company got this new policy that we can't use any tobacco substances in the cabs." said the driver while taking Jacket to his location. "It's fine, I have the patience to wait." said Jacket putting up his smokes and lighter.

It took about 20 minutes to get to the station across town in the cab. They arrived at the destination which the cab driver said "Well here we are." Jacket says back to the driver "Is it ok if you stay here a bit? I might be coming back with someone else." The driver responds to Jacket's request "Sure but it will cost you extra." "Thanks then." said Jacket getting out of the cab and making his way to the station. He steps in the station and sees that it appears to be like waiting room with a service counter and some chairs. Jacket walks up to the counter which had a lady who works for the law enforcement. She was working on the computer and sees Jacket standing at the counter then responds to him "May I help you with something?" Jacket says "I want to speak with a girl who was arrested and brought here recently." "Well what I hear from this "girl" you are talking about, she will be actually getting out shortly since she hasn't really did anything wrong. You can sit here and wait for her to get out." said the lady behind the desk. Jacket nods in response and sits down in one of the chairs in the room. There wasn't anyone waiting in the room it was only him who had to sit here for a bit. He sits there patiently waiting for this person to be freed.

[Harley Quinn]

When I left the propaganda filled holding cell then into the sleek, clean waiting room I saw a familiar face and I couldn’t help but feel relieved. Sitting slumped in a stiff chair with his hands together and rested on his forehead sat that chicken head I sent flying. Poor guy, I wonder what happened to him and why he decided he would want to sit waiting at police headquarters. That is one favor I will never return, guess that makes me a bad friend. Whatever.


The clip-clop of my 6-inch stilettos alerted Jacket of my arrival when he saw me, a flashy smile stretched across his face. “Hey sugar, what happened to you? I thought you were a goner?” I asked him with caring inflection.


“Uh,” he stammered while rising to his feet. “Apparently if you die here you come back after a while,” Jacket said with a slight chuckle and a hand pushing his hair back from his face. Without that crazy chicken head, he was an alright looking guy. Of course, thinking back to the photos of the minced meat soldiers, made me feel a little curious and excited. This guy was a complete lunatic and I fucking loved it.


So you come back after you die? Interesting. We walked out of that pain in the ass police station and I followed Jacket into a cab that was already waiting for us. What a gentleman, well, it served him right after the shit he put me through. I could have a drink with this jive turkey.


The cabbie dropped us off at huge open lot with only a fairly large historic building in sight. This did not look like any bar I have ever been to but, the motorbikes and speed cars jam packed in front looked promising. As we both approached, there was a man sitting on a rusty stool right in front of a metal spiked double door. On top of this door was “Big Daddy Cassino and Nightclub” crudely spray painted on the rustic bricks of this building. Well, I can already tell that whoever Big Daddy was, he was lacking in brain cells. Luckily, and with little resistance we both received access inside the dimly lit place.

[Ash Williams]

Jacket and Harley walk into the nightclub which looked to be a busy night for drinkers even partiers. The nightclub was booming with a band playing on their main stage that sounded like rock. People were out on the dance floor living their lives with friends and other strangers. Humans wasn't the only ones attending the bar but also weird looking alien creatures that Jacket had seen earlier when he first arrived to the city. Their were some staggering drunk people that Jacket and Harley walked by that were making their way out of the nightclub. They also had to go through a crowd of people to reach the bar. Jacket takes a good luck of how the club looked and the building appeared to be old as if it has been here for ages. Weird that they can't get a formal neon sign or something for the name of the bar. He expected to be a bit run down but it wasn't too shabby. He sure did like his old bar back in Miami just the style of it and how it felt like he was at home when he enters the bar. They finally made it to the bar and it was a long one to have many people to attend it. A couple of bartenders had to work it so that everyone can get their drink at fast rate. Luckily, Jacket and Harley find a place that sit next to each other and finally get stressed free what has been happening all day. "May I get a lemon cocktail please?" said Jacket loudly to let his voice be heard over the partying that's going on. The Bartender that was working was a normal humanoid green skin alien that basically looked like a human but with green skin. He nods in response and starts making him the drink. Jacket was kinda surprised that he can still get a cocktail in this advanced world. As he waits for his drink while the both sat next to each other, Jacket tries to start a conversation by saying "So what's your name? I haven't introduce myself properly yet, my name is well Richard. If that's not good enough for you, I do like calling myself Jacket to leave my real identity unknown."

[Harley Quinn]

The bar was unique at best, to get to the liquor counter we had to travel through a long man-made tunnel that was out of place from the historic nature of this compound. Mugshots, political rants, and racial slurs in neon spray paint paved the way through the dark passage, which was illuminated by a groovy black light. I could hear the harsh sounds of beating drums, mixed with deep bass undertones which made me feel restless. As we approached closer the sound grew more intense. Burnt tobacco combined with a faint smell of stale vomit pungently filled my nostrils. This place was definitely the trashy dive bar I was looking for, and it was someplace where I could have a little mischief.


For a second I was lost in time and space, the world changed back, back in time, back to the only world I knew. It was the silhouette of him walking through the murkiness and the sin. It was his face I saw that was searching for the other side, leading the way to the fun house we once called home. I became hypnotized by the glow of the black light reflecting off the chicken head’s blonde hair, like a lighthouse beacon. Time slowed, the music faded away the flashing lights made everything around me felt like it was moving frame by frame.  He was here, walking ahead of me, with that permanently twisted smile filling his handsome, painted face. How long has it been? My heart was beating so fast I felt like I could roll over and die from a heart attack. I instinctively reached my hand out to his, mindlessly and without thought, my hand was only inches away before Jacket turned his head to smile at me. I broke out of my trance and in bewilderment I snatched my hand away in a panic. What came over me?


When we got to the opening of the tunnel it leads out to an open room, filled to capacity with drunk patrons. In the middle, was a bar in the shape of a horseshoe and had a dance floor in the middle. Neon light rope decorated the rim of the dance floor and was the backsplash for the liquor cabinet. When we finally made our way through the bustling group of humans and freaks we found 2 empty stools next to each other and made our claim. Once we were settled, the chicken head ordered some fruity lemon cocktail.

"So what's your name? I haven't introduced myself properly yet, my name is well Richard. If that's not good enough for you, I do like calling myself Jacket to leave my real identity unknown." The chicken head explained, barely audible in the mix of beats and cheerful voices.

This guy. He was cute. He slaughtered a group of soldiers like it was a Sunday stroll through the park but, came off calm, polite and collective. These were the psychos you have to look out for, the dudes that will snap when a girl rejects them without any notice. I don’t feel like this Richard will do anything crazy with me, but  you never know, I might need to kill him someday, which was shitty. It was like having to put down your pitbull for biting the neighbor, even though it was you who trained it to protect you. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Richard, You can call me Quinn,” I said to the natural born killer, just as his drink arrived.

“More like an angel from heaven” the green tinted bartender interrupted with a wink. “What can I get you?”  he asked while he leaned in close to me. So close I could almost smell the dick on his breath. I wanted nothing to do with this sickly toned, drink fetcher, but I got a flamboyant vibe off him, so his advances did not offend me.

“You can give me whisky, straight, and you might as well leave the bottle here,” I told him while throwing a wad of money I got from lockup on the counter in front of me. I could see a disapproving look cross over the feminine male bartender before he disappeared behind the bar.

“Wow, you don’t need to try to impress me Quinn” Jacket chuckled while he finished his drink with a sour look. “Those were ten times better in Miami he said plainly and shook his head back and forth.

“I am not looking to impress anyone, I am just looking to enjoy my first drink in ages. I can't help being naturally impressive.” Giggling wildly, I threw my leg over the over and caressed the fishnets covering them. It was amusing to watch a man go through the facial expressions during the time it takes the blood to rush to his heads. It was a good thing that this fine specimen was good entertainment.


We spent the next moments talking about his home full of beautiful beaches and even more beautiful woman, according to him, before my bottle arrived. It sounded like a nice place and it was hard to wrap my head around how and why we were taken from our worlds and dropped into this strange land.

The bottle was heaven to me and the dark liquid, coated my throat, which caused a warm, tingling sensation to ripple throughout my body. I must have looked like a real site because Jacket’s eyes never left me, maybe the alcohol was giving him some nerves because his vibe changed. It was like for the first time he really took a good look at me and the twinkle in his eye and the slight smirk of the smile made him look even more desirable. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the booze or both, it did not matter, this guy was alright by my book.

[Ash Williams]

Jacket was a bit ditzy from the couple of cocktails he drunk trying to get his mind off what was happening to him. Harley Quinn the way she look was no other woman he has met gave off this strange yet familiar vibe to him. It wasn't her clown looking make-up, very pale skin, or the seductive clothes she was wearing but the way she acted and her personality. Especially she does have that crazy look she has in her eyes and the way she giggles too. She was drinking her whiskey down like crazy as if she hasn't had a drink for ages. Jacket didn't try not to  get too drunk since he still wanted to walk out the bar like he walked in before. He didn't leave his eyes off of Harley no matter what she was doing or what she was saying like he had this attraction to her. Still the bar was pretty noisy in fact, it felt like it was a Friday night at this place. It was weird how Jacket was easily responsive to Harley since he isn't a talker much and does like to keep his mind to his own self knowing that was the best way to keep out of trouble. After engaging in a conversation with Harley, Jacket takes out his pack of cigarettes then lighting one up in his mouth with his own lighter and begins to smoke. He puffs out a smoke away from Harley to show some gentlemen like manners. After talking about where he is from and her from, Jacket does talk about him used to be in service in a special forces that was sent to Hawaii when the Russians began their invasion and talks about why he wanted to retire to Miami. He didn't talk about the details of what he started doing recently in Miami with all the killings and vengeance on the Russian Mafia. In fact, he doesn't know if Harley even noticed what he did earlier when he arrived in the Omniverse. Harley was a bit different on how she reacted even she was a bit more smiles and giggles to Jacket. He did like how her attitude was and did put a little smile on his face at times and realizing that arriving to the Omniverse gave him an opportunity to meet this kind of person. Maybe it won't be bad after all spending his time here now in fact it might be even better then his previous life back in 1989 Miami, Florida. He still did have one thing on his mind which was his sweet ride that he had back Miami which was his Delorean. After talking a bit with Harley, Jacket did had three more cocktails during the time they were talking even smoking about four cigarettes. Though while they were having a conversation, Jacket felt like he was being watched this entire time but tried to shake it off thinking it was just being paranoid for no reason.

Off to an area in the night club, two guys were hanging out near a hallway that lead to some place in the bar. Both of them had a good range of sight to see Jacket and Harley sitting together. One was a 7 foot human male was wearing some kind of armored suit and looked to be built strong with muscles that look like it would be easy for him to pick up people who is not his size. In fact, you can see the well built human's face but looked like it had some cyborg enhancement in his face especially his right eye was replaced with a red cybernetic eye and his other eye looked natural. He had implants around his cheeks and ears but still did show his face natural with flesh. The other guy was a Rattataki that was shorter and skinnier with his height at 5 while wearing a less combat outfit and more civil kind of clothes. He didn't look that much built as his friend but did have a look that he was intelligent. His head was bald and having purple tattoos that gave off an exotic look which covered most of his head. The skin of him was pale and his face was filled with piercings on his nose, ears, forehead, and eyebrows. The cyborg had his attention on the couple at the bar then looks down at his fellow companion while the both were hanging out at the entrance of the hallway then speaking in his gruff voice "You sure those are the people that would be good enough for the job?" His Rattataki took his concentration of the two and nods in agreement following up saying "I have a good feeling about these two." The cyborg sighs in disbelief then saying "If they screw up on the job then it will be our faults too. You know how Nem'ro can be punishing if you screw up once." His companion waving his hand at him saying "Yeah yeah I know but you know how I am right on situations most of the time. These guys I heard have cause some good trouble lately and did have the news sparking up on their works." The cyborg looks back at the Rattataki again and says "Look at them, they look like a bunch of low lives and the girl is dressed up like she some kind of bimbo or whore too. Not very fitting for being a killer." With a sigh at how his huge partner is being stubborn, the small one replied "Look, you wanna go back and say we couldn't find anyone else and get in trouble. The boss knows that we have a good eye for looking. C'mon, we shouldn't waste anymore time or Nem'ro is literally going to have our heads on a platter." They still continued to watch and discuss the possibilities of how they could do the job well.

[Harley Quinn]

Nem’ro sat sunken in a massive, velvet felt plush bag chair. The bulk of his tremendous weight made him look like he was atop a huge cupcake. A pipe sat snuggled in the corner of his slimy mouth while smoke billowed from the other side forming dark clouds above. His reptilian eye glazed over and shifted focus to his three subordinates standing before him. The life of a crime lord had taken Nem’ros right eye, but the spoils received from his villainy was worth the price he paid.

The more experienced of the bunch Red Eye had a appeared of frustrated and annoyed as he stood with his hands together out in front of him. He stood shorter than the others with metal plating protecting his entire body. A living science experiment, Red Eye has pushed his body past any human level of expectations doing the impossible, he became a living machine. This man knew the price of playing the game of thieves, which is why the hut favored him over the others. Perhaps, the fact that they were both missing eyes was another key to making Red Eye in charge of certain missions. “You asked to see us, sir.” The cyborg vocalized in a semi-robotic tone.


Most days Nem’ros tin man soldier had only good things to report back, but today was not one of those days. In fact, the hut was silently enraged over the results his posse had on a recent raid.  “Didn’t I ask you guys to get rid of the Credit Club last week?” The hut snorted, his accent thick and deep with alien-like undertones.


“Yes, sir” stated Red Eye, stiffly. The half man, half machine moved his body uncomfortably, never leaving Nem’ros piercing gaze. Usually, a task like this had little importance to the great hut but this job was personal. It had come to crime lord’s knowledge that this gang, in particular, was extorting Nem’ros special spice trade all while reaping the benefits from it.


“Then why is it that another one of our spice transports were ambushed? As recent as this morning!” The hut went on while his anger rose from within him. This once pest of a small town gang meant nothing to the kingpin but now these scum were trying to make a name for themselves.


“RJ had the leader Memphis in his sites but lost him, sir.” The cyborg admitted and followed with a dry cough. If Nem’ro hated anything it was those who did not take any responsibility for their actions. He knew that Red Eye knew better than that.


The longer this gang threatened the king pins operation the harder it will be to get rid of. Nim'ro also caught wind that his group was days away from opening their own call girl house to rival his own night club. The crime lord let his rage get the better of him, pulling out his custom blaster, Nim’ro sent the punk RJ through the wall in a blink of an eye.


Rattataki, the other gentleman with them let out a surprised wail. Throwing his hands in the air to cover his head and jumping away from the blast. The shock left the tall man spitting out a slew of curses followed by a furious rant. Red Eye never moved a muscle, even through all the commotion, his expression stayed robotic like the rest of his body.


“I would hate to have all that expensive hardware keeping you together be put to better use making bullets. Get it done.” The hut hissed.


After the grim show, Red Eye, followed by Rattataki, heading to the club to escape the wrath of the boss. If Red Eye knew anything, it was him and his partner needed to catch a lap dance while having a drink before they head out. As they arrived at the counter, Rattataki had already started with displaying his emotions on the subject.


“The fucking nerve of that fat piece of shit” Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before he continued, “RJ was a solid dude. Memphis just got lucky.” The wail tailored thug finished with several puffs of his tobacco, spice spiff.


Red Eye was not the type to dabble in spice, quite frankly he stayed away from the stuff and was less likely to ever smoke on the job. Perhaps through the continuous slew of mechanical enhancements removed any need to enjoy such pleasures. All he knew was that there was a job to do and if he did not do it soon there would be consequences. “It does not matter, the only thing that does is finding some more people for the job.” He replied as he turned away for a quick scan of the bar.


Clearly frustrated, Rattataki huffed before responding with “We are not going to have much luck with that, none of the usual mercenaries are on board with this one.” His drink arrived and the mogul quickly drank the shot before the tender had the chance to walk away. She was scantily dressed in a leather bikini top and shorts with fishnet stockings topped with bright red lips.


“We need to find new people then, someone who is not in Memphis’s pocket”  Red Eye argued, followed by a threatening glare at his subordinate. “Go around the club and see what you can find before the show starts” he commanded before leaving the bar for a lap dance with his favorite dancer.