Who: Peter Petrelli and Harley Quinn What: Meeting When: late night Where: Main street
Peter felt like he was trapped in some bad action adventure movie, not that he really had time to be watching movies anymore anyway. He was livid for being trapped in some small town, ready for the picking if anyone just so happened to be looking for him. At least Claire wasn’t in sight yet. He really didn’t want to have to take her gun from her again, because then she just bought another bigger more dangerous one. Like she really needed to be carrying guns. At least people weren’t out actively using their powers around town.
With Nikki being there, Peter knew that anything could be possible there. Dead people were living, his teleportation skills were useless, and his roommates were particularly noisy. So Peter left the stupid apartment he was now living in and walked down the dark streets. It was late, but that was the only time he ever felt comfortable going out on the streets. There was a blonde out in the distance, and for a moment Peter let himself believe it was Elle. But it wasn’t, Peter knew that. So he kept going, shoving past her and only stopping when he realized that some of the heavy makeup that was over her face had gotten on his shirt. He must have hit her harder than he had thought.
Peter turned around and looked at her. She looked quite out of it. This was no time for his conscious to kick in. “You okay?” He asked her crossing his arms. “You ruined my shirt.” He added quickly, trying not to care too much about her answer.