Re: Beer & two cats! (Cheshire and Black Cat)
Felicia frowned, looking at the food table. "You think so?"
Leaning back carefully, she watched the crowd mill about, trying to name the rogues in her head. Many of them she'd never seen or heard of before. There were so many.
The Gotham ones stood out more. Dr. Crane had recently been outed in the press as the man behind the Scarecrow's mask. He'd racked up quite a large number of murders in a short amount of time... there were mercenaries and assassins here, but their kills were usually hidden affairs, probably never tracing back to the source. Apparently, Scarecrow had terrorized a school prom, making the kids crazy libidinous before inducing them with a dose of fear toxin abstinence. No one died, so Felicia didn't feel guilty about being amused by what had happened.
Zsasz disturbed her a little more deeply. The man had a reputation, and it was written literally all over himself. Notches of victims killed... something in his expression looked haunted and sad and broken, and she made sure not to make eye contact. You didn't want the attentions of someone like that.
Harley Quinn was here. Felicia hadn't heard much about her, but was fascinated by her charm and personality. She hadn't a care in the world, didn't seem like so terrible a person as a villain might be, and was the life of the party (along with that Deadpool guy, who was funny but largely unpredictable... the drinks table was evidence of that). The Joker wasn't here, but that was probably for the best, as Harley was quite friendly with the man in the green bowler hat.
The Riddler. He had a style that seemed at once dated and timeless. His eyes held a certain mania at times, and his movements were precise and calculated. The way he looked about, he certainly didn't trust a single person here... except maybe Harley.
Not that that was unexpected at a party for villains. Felicia intended to leave a little early, if only to avoid any potential mayhem.
The man... creature?... dressed all in red certainly seemed like he could be serious trouble.
Felicia turned to look at Cheshire, and smiled again. Such a nice woman, regardless of what she might be up to in her paid work. She'd spoken in... korean? Vietnamese? "What is mèo con?" Felicia asked, her curiosity piqued.