Rooms

[The second attack had turned into a third, then a fourth and before the fifth could happen, Thor returned to Midgard. He could not be in two, or even three places at once, and no matter how many generals he could appoint there was still only one alive who knew the Asgardian army as he did. He'd have to be watched, but it was past time that Loki left Midgard. He had given his word for the end of the month and that had passed. No more. He would not risk it any longer, not when he needed Loki's aid and not when the rumors of his brother's believed alliance with the Marauders were dying.

He did not stop after the last battle to clean himself, but left Asgard for Midgard with blood staining his hair red. It no longer dripped from the ends but stuck in both the loose strands and those that had been weaved tightly into braids. More blood decorated his armor and the head of Mjolnir, mixing with dirt and rock dust that had stayed with him since Nidavellir, lingering along with the scent of smoke and death. He set down hard in front of Stark Towers amongst a glowing red circle of Nordic knotwork, the light of the Bifrost catching on the loose dust knocked free by his landing. It was time to get his brother and take him home.

He strode forward.]

Who: Riddler and Harley Quinn
When: during the joker riots
Where: imma take you to the candy shop~
What: Eddie and Harley FIGHT
Warnings: violence, cuteness despite the violence

( Harley's maniac grin flipped on, full-wattage, as she spun in shards of rock candy gone blue and yellow around her feet, to face The Riddler. )

[Private to Bruce W.]

I'm taking Harley to Arkham and then getting some sleep.

[Private to Justice League]

I'm going up to the Watchtower in the next few days to make sure Lex's tech is completely wiped from the system. Don't be alarmed by the techno music playing from the monitor womb. Really got to think of a better na

[Private to Poison Ivy]
[Even his typing looks sleepy.]

Harl's in Arkham.

[locked to wren h.]

I feel weir Jack is missi [Cursor blink.] I told Adam about MK. We'll see how well that goes.

Where are you Are You good?

Who: Neil & Sam
What: Hey, I'm a mob boss now.
Where: Donovan Manor.
When: Uh recently.
Warnings/Rating: Some swearing I think?

( She reached a hand for his shirt. 'Are you going to let me see how fucked up you are? I can handle it, baby. I promise. I haven't touched a needle since I've been here, yeah? And there are drugs all fucking over.' )

[After this: Locked to Joker]
oopsie daisy!!

[Attached via duct tape to the refrigerator.]

Need bread.

-H

Who: Liam Roberts
What: Changes, they are a coming.
Where: Marvel: Ben's house -> DC (Gotham): Liam's flat
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: None, really.

( It started with pain. )

[Phone call to Neil D]

[Shortly after this.]

Ring!

( Left on Pepper's car windshield. Yes, really. )

Not being trusted is more lonely than you'd think.

[Public as Jo H]

My jacket is going to smell like Rugaru guts for a week. I think I need to just burn it and start over.

[Public]

I feel like this is a good time to remind people that with great power comes not robbing the local bodega with your water abilities. You're getting the snickers bars wet.

Who: Selina
What: Narrative: Relocating
Where: Gatsby
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: None

( A stolen dress, some makeup to hide the circles and scars, some groping in a speakeasy, and she had an invitation to a Gatsby party. )

[It was real obvious that it was a dream. There was no way the grass was real, all green like emeralds shining in a real bright sun. And they were tall, those blades of grass, all the way to there, and hard to move in. They tickled Clem's bare knees, and she looked on down to see herself in a dress from her childhood, something her daddy had got her for her Christmas one year. Lorelei had hated that dress, calling it too young for a girl of nearly nine; Clem remembered.

She ware barefoot, toes grimy with dirt, but she wasn't a child. She was same age as she was while waking, hair brown as it was in the prison, the brown of her youth, the brown of summers spent running free, the brown she shared with her sister. And her hair was just as unkempt as it was in the prison, no conditioner or real shampoo for miles, not with the zombies eager to chomp at a person. She had a gun tucked 'neath the dress' dainty belt, and she smelled like industrial soap. At the end of the grassy field, there was something big waiting. It cast a shadow, and it blocked out the sun, and Clem started toward it, though she couldn't tell what it was, no matter how she craned her head back.]