He made her an offer she could refuse... or at least consider

Summary:
August 1, 2014: The Red Hood's revenge on the Joker will start with… Harley Quinn.

Burnley

Back in the glory years of Gotham, Burnley was a driving force of industry and shipping. But by the 1970s it was clear that even the mighty Gotham City was not immune to the rusting of the American Factory. Building upon building has been left for dead, untended to other than by large rats. Both the mammal kind and the organized crime kind. The bay has suffered years of pollution and disregard from an uninterested state and local government. Jobs have almost completely dried up and by nightfall this is not an area of town you want to find yourself in.


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Mood Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbpQevHkVFc <the tune that Harley is destroying things to>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qEiKhNJp2g


Harley is in one of her more playful moods at the moment. Which is good. Sorta. It means that the chance of being physically harmed by her are minimized. But that doesn't mean they are gone. Her mood is reflected in her outfit, some sort of ballerina clown in her favourite red and black motif. She walks along en pointe, singing along as she steps to the tune. She carries a rather sizable hammer over one shoulder, what looks like it might be the kind used at the circus. Occasionally, when the music she is singing permits, she stops to smash a window with it. "la la la, la la la la, la la… KERSMASH!!

*

The Red Hood has been tracking her. She's not hard to once you pick up the trail of destruction, and identify it as her kind of destruction and not that of the Joker, Deadpool, Hulk, or some other damn thing. He follows along from the skyline, only diving down towards a lamp post when he feels certain she's alone, “Night nice for smashing, huh?" offers up the man in the Red Hood.

He looks pretty comfortable there, with his booted feet dangling off the side of the lamp post, which curves to give him a nice thing to sit on. But she or someone else could still try and knock him off his perch. He knows her, and what she means to the Joker, the man who killed him. He's going to have to play this carefully. She is after all, psychotic.

*

Looking up at the streetlight, Harley smiles. She puts her hammer down, using it as a post to pirouette against. "It sure is. Mind you, I was sorta hoping the cops would show up, or something. I'm trying to be a distraction for Mr. J, but I'm thinkin' I ain't as distractin' as I oughta be." She smashes another window. "So, who're you supposta be? The Scarlet Pimpernel?"

*

"A distraction? Is that all he thinks of you?" The Red Hood leaps down, landing near her. He rolls, so that he doesn't hurt himself in the fall, and is on his feet a second later. "I'm the Red Hood. And you must be Harley Quinn. I've heard a lot about you, caught you on TV. I guess it's true, the camera really does add on five pounds because you gotta be what, 110 at most?" His mask doesn't have an obvious mouse, but his tone is playful, trying to go for charming, but there's no way to predict how the traumatised woman will react.

*

She frowns at the man on the lamp. "Whatcha doin' up there? You look like a little birdy." She laughs and then waggles her finger at him. "That's not *all* the thinks of me. He just knows I can handle myself if the sardines come to play. But… seems that I missed my timing and they are all after him." She sighs melodramatically. "Harley gets no love. Again. Always the bridesmaid and never the bride." She chirps happily at the compliment, twisting this way and that to show off her outfit. "Well, ain't you the charmer?"

*

Looking back up at the lamp post, he turns to her with a shrug of his shoulders, "it was a great place to admire your handy work, Harl. May I call you Harl?" He listens, feigning interest. He actually is interested, but he knows that she’s got some serious issues, and she's been forever tainted by the Joker. Tread with caution he thinks to himself. "Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Next time you’ll get that timing down, I just know it." But when she mentions that she gets no love, he laughs softly, “Oh, that can’t be. You're gorgeous, you're funny, you've got a real flair for violence. What’s not to love?" As she twists this way and that way, he admires her outfit. She's got quite the figure under that clown costume, he admits to himself.

*

Harley stops and looks over the Red Mask with a look of playful suspicion. "You think that using flattery will make me not kill you? Well.. it won't, but don't stop on that account." She listens for a siren. For something. Just what is her Puddin' doing that is gathering so much attention that she's getting not even a single siren? "And pandering to me? What is it that you are up to? What do you *really* want?" SHe then giggles and plie's about the street. "Tell me about your mother."

*

"Well, it'd be a good start." He responds in kind, a playful lilt in his voice coming through the mask. “I like the jester hat built in, gives you a certain charm. You got style, Harley." He knows why there aren't any sirens, but he's not telling. That'll just have to remain a mystery for now. "And hey now, I’m not pandering. Just calling it like I see it. You’ve got potential, a lot of potential that's going unused. And, Harley, I want to use you.” Awe, he says that in such a sweet tone, but he’s just playing to her, trying to use psychology against someone who used to be a psychologist herself. “Okay, you want to know what I want? I want a lieutenant. I want you. I’m working my way up the underworld, and I think you could help me. And, maybe it’d just show that other guy what you’re worth, hmm?" But, if she’s good at spotting his glances, she may think he wants more than what he’s suggesting.

*

"Well, now that yer bein' honest…." Harley looks thoughtful. "I've worked with others before. That lawyer, the girls. And I gotta admit that Puddin' does seem to appreciate me more when I've been away for a little while." She purses her lips in thought, popping one hip as she leans on the mallet. "Don't know that I like the idea of being another super villian's lieutenant though. Why don't you become mine? You can be the first of my Quintets."

*

The Red Hood adds to that honesty, by saying, "My mother's dead," referring to her earlier question, "and I'll bet they were all better off for having you around too, am right?" He stops with her on the street, standing close to her, almost in her personal space, but not quite, "I'm not really a super villain, more of a crime lord. It's called the Red Hood's Syndicate. I know, not very imaginative, but it's all we could clear with legal." He doesn't really entertain the idea of being her lieutenant, "Come on, you know you want to? And, you'd put a smile on my lips. I know, you can't see it through the mask, but trust me, if you signed on with me, even for a little while, it'd make me very happy. And, I bet it'd make the bat and the boy wonder sad." He's laying it on thick, maybe too thick.

*

Leaning in to close the distance, Harley simply boops the Red Hood's nose. Or where his nose would be if there wasn't a big red hood in the way. "I ain't sayin' no, but I'm gonna need to think about it. Mr. J has been awfully appreciative of me lately, so unless that changes, I don't see any reason for me to try my hand with another team. Besides, I got the Sirens to play with if I need somethin' different."

*

He lets her. It’s a calculated move. He knows how deadly she can be. Sometimes she boops your nose, the rest of the time, she might stick some plastic explosive there. He's playing a dangerous game, but it recently worked out for Orlando, so why not him? Orlando, he thinks to himself, he likes that analogy. And if he's Orlando, then that would make the Joker… oh, he must do well to stifle a laugh. That could have been embarrassing. After clearing his throat, “Well then, I’ll leave you to consider my offer, but know that I need you Harley.”

He pauses, letting that sink in, before continuing, “the syndicate would be so much better with you in it, and I, it would make me very, very happy. Plus, we have full medical, dental, and I’d even extend the coverage to those pets of yours. Oh, and you're going to love this. I stole it from the bat.” He reaches into his jacket and fires off a grappling hook, and up he goes, towards the sky, dropping a business card as he does. It has an address, phone number, and a stylised version of his mask. Surprisingly, it’s one of her business cards. It says ‘Harley Quinn, 1st Lieutenant’. Awe, isn’t that sweet of him.

*

Harley picks up the fallen business card and, having nowhere else to put it, slips it down her cleavage. She watches the Red Hood leave. There is something familiar about him, she just can't put her finger on it. She looks up and down the street again and frowns, smashing a few more windows before she gets bored and leaves. Joker is likely in trouble and needs her.


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