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"I'll walk you out. You and your mallet should be able to take care of each other," Joker said, heading to the door.

Joker reached the front door, and stopped just before opening it. "Harl? I have one last question for you."

"Is anyone looking for me? For good OR ill?" Joker smiled, and shrugged. "You know perfectly well that I don't really sweat death threats, but with Rosie here, I don't want any surprises. I'd ask around myself, but like I said before, you seem to be pretty in-tune to the current goings-on."

"Really?" Joker said, a half-smile spreading across his face, "Go on..."

If it hadn't been for the make-up, Joker probably would've figured out that SOMETHING happened last night to Harley. However, it was there, covering her blush very well, so he remained clueless. "And by 'completing tasks', what you really mean is 'killing people for profit', don't you?" Gotham City, and his universe in general, had enough assassins, mercenaries, and guns-for-hire, many of whom Joker was at least acquainted with, to pick up on merc-speak when he heard it. Looking just a little past Quinn, not focusing on anything while he thought about everything Harls had told him, he said, "Well, I can't have this going on around Rosie; it'll make her a target, too. So..." A trace of the old Joker reemerged again: his half-smile turned into a full-blown toothy grin that radiated the pure essence of evil, his eyes almost glowing with insanity that was also somehow tempered with the calculating artistic flair for the dramatic macabre that was the Clown Prince of Crime's trademark. The Joker was back. "...I guess I'll just have to go looking for them myself." His head snapping over to lock eyes with Harley, he said, "Harley! Did any of them tell you how to reach them? An address? Phone number? Pictogram? Ostentatious seachlight in the sky?"

{Enter F. Batman from Gotham City}

In a particularly dense patch of shadow, something stirred very slightly. It was far enough away that neither of the two speakers had much of a chance of noticing the slight movement, especially as the camo feature on the batsuit was active. Using the zoom feature in the lenses of his cowl and stretching his nearly-invisible hand out so that the tiny, super-sensitive microphones in the fingertips were pointed towards the rogues, Terry settled in to listen. This was the Joker, after all; the more he knew, the fewer the surprises. Even so, he got his beeper ready, prepared to press it and call in Gossamer at a moment's notice.

ENTER her future Majesty from NEW YORK


Rosie was teleported from one city, over to the next one. As she materialized in the street, she paused and looked around with a frown. Deciding that she was safe enough now to venture around without being held up by another super, she breathed a sigh of relief. She let go of the teleporting belt she had been hiding under her dress, then let the dress itself drop back down around her knees.
You know...the lab coats probably had a tracker or something built into the belt...the moment they realized that it was missing, they'd be looking for it. Then they'd find her, then realize that a number of there experiments were missing, then realize just what she had done. Maybe it would be better if she ditched the belt some where and just...stayed out and about from now on.

...no. No that wouldn't work. Her medicine would ware out, and then she'd be in real trouble.

She frowned, then pulled the puff of her sleeve up to look at the patch she had sticking to her shoulder. Speaking of medicine wearing out...it was hard to tell how long this thing would last. With all of her other mental problems and medication, it was hard to tell if it would last longer, or get cut in half.

She slid her sleeve back down and started walking. She'd prefer to stay sane for as long as possible. What, she had...one duplicate had Creeper DNA, one had Joker chemicals, one had Typhoid Mary DNA, one was from that Goblin, she wasn't sure if the other clones she re-merged with had powers that came with mental problems or not. Either way, she did not want to be in the middle of the street when the drugs keeping her of a sound mind wore off.

Well...right now she just wanted to take a walk with some fresh air and sunlight. Well...sky above her head anyway.

...and a new outfit. This thing just wasn't going to do. She couldn't merge back into any of the others without that machine because her make up was so much different from the real Rosies. So...might as well make an identity all for herself. New outfit. New name. Hrm...maybe she should do something with her hair too. Mh...not just yet though. She could probably get away with a lot more if she still looked like all the other Rosies.

Right, so...a new outfit, and come up with a new name. Maybe find something in black and dark red. Red and purple maybe? Something royal-ish. And what about a name? Thorn? Queen of Hearts? The Red Queen? Your Majesty?