The Lunatic Cafe

Life can sure be funny can't it?

One moment I'm listening to my Puddin explaining to me how it was all my fault that his latest scheme to get Bats failed, also trying to dodge as he fired at me with his big gun, and the next thing I know I'm standing in the doorway of some strange bar? Pub? Restaurant?
Heck if I know what this place is.

As I walk into the place several people at tables call out to me about my new look.

Huh? I don't know who these people are or why they act like they know me.

Seeing a sign I pause and read.

You are at the Lunatic Cafe.
You are at a nexus point in the multiverse.
Please do not panic.
You may run into yourself or several selves.
They are from alternate realities.

The print gets smaller and smaller as I read down the sign and I have to lean way over to read the smallest print at the very bottom.

Love the short skirt Harley. The view is great from back here. Love Imp 13.

I frown as I stand back up and turn to look behind me. There is some kind of small creature with bat like wings and tiny horns on his head. He flashes a smirk at me and then vanishes into a black opening that suddenly opens behind him.
As I look back around at the sign I notice it is now gone as well.

I pause as I tap my cheek with a finger.

"Okay my name ain't Alice and I sure don't remember falling down a rabbit hole. What the heck have I gotten myself into now?"

A loud groaning, wheezing noise is heard in the cafe and a familiar blue box slowly materializes near the back of the cafe.

As the doors to the blue police box open a bright and bubbly blond practically dances out. Looking back to the interior of the box she calls out. "I'll go ahead and place our orders while you try to get Martha to come out."

A muffled voice from inside the box is heard but too muddled for anyone but the blond to hear.

"It wasn't my fault! You spilled the bottle on her not me!"

More muffled sounds from inside the box.

"Okay, I admit if I hadn't have bought the stuff it wouldn't have been there for you to knock over! Tell her I'm sorry and see if you can convince her to come out."

As Harley turns to find a table she mutters to herself. "It is so not my fault!"

The doors to the cafe burst open and a woman dressed in red and black cartwheeled into the room to end in a crouch with a huge over sized gun in her hand.

"Prepare for the ultimate punchline Puddin..." Harley blinked a few times.

Cocking her head side to side she studied the diners and casual drinkers who for the most part ignored her entrance and continued with their conversations.

With a shrug Harley put her huge gun in a handbag she was carrying.

Catching the eye of a waitress she asked. "So... whatcha got in here with chocolate in it?"