WHO Oswald & Harley •
WHERE At the Park •
WHEN Afternoon WARNINGS General outlandishness and probably language. Someone's going to throw a tantrum and it's probably not Harley.
Displaced. That was the word that kept coming to mind as Oswald stepped out of the apartment building he had been told he could call home and into the new world. Once again he had nothing but the clothes on his back - a finely tailored black suit with a deep violet tie and his best pair of shoes. He had certainly been in this situation before, but he'd never looked this smart. Usually he was water-logged, or strapped to a chair in Arkham with someone sending electricity through his brain every ten seconds. He'd never woken from being knocked on the back of the head by Edward Nygma to have someone hand him the key to a new apartment and a thousand dollars.
There were ups and downs to this situation, certainly.
Still, he had been at the bottom of the ladder before, and it didn't worry Oswald as much as it probably should have. At least here there was no chance of Butch or Tabitha being brought back from the dead to exact their revenge on him. He no longer had to play a game of debts with Gordon. It could have been worse. He just had to focus on moving forward, and maybe at some point he would arrive back in Gotham just as easily as he had arrived in Vallo. Until then, he had things to do.
First up was getting the lay of the land. He had only gotten so far in Gotham because he knew Gotham. The city's streets were embedded in his DNA, his blood thrummed at the speed of traffic, or a bullet gone astray. He could play the city like a game of cards. He would have to become that familiar with this place, too. So, a walk was in order.
Except none of his canes or umbrellas seemed to have come with him, so he wasn't getting very far. There was a park near the building he'd been taken to. He'd noticed it on the way in, with its towering trees, squares of blooming flowers, and central fountain. It was as good a place as any to start, especially since there was one someone in particular who seemed hellbent on finding him. Harley.
From what he'd gathered, people here not only came from different time periods, but different universes as well. Was it possible she was a...friend? It was worth investigating, anyhow. Even if she had come across as a bit excited on the network. It paid to know people. It paid even more to know people who knew their way around, and she did seem to want to help, somehow.
Oswald paused in his traveling near the fountains base and looked around for anyone who might resemble this Harley, but no one stood out. So, with a bit of an exasperated sigh, he plunked down on the nearest bench, stretched out his bad leg, and waited.