Causeway Parking Lot to the Mainland; Later Tuesday Afternoon

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It might not have ultimately been too much of a surprise which car in the parking lot was Harley's current ride. At least if you happened to know the Chevy Impala was Dean's provided it was even present on Tuesday. The funky 1970s green Chevy Chevelle sedan (four doors, see what she'd said about the back seat?) was of course Harley's: a classic look, but not so flashy as to attract too much attention and immediately get her in trouble as soon as she'd grabbed it from where the very unfortunate previous owner had left it.

Although the main hint that it was hers was still probably that she'd parked her butt on the hood of the thing as she waited for Marc to get there.

Call it a freebie.

(for that guy, continued from here!

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"It's a title," Marc said, to temper expectations here. "Goes to anyone who's Khonshu's avatar."

Except Steven who refused and came up with one from Watts instead.

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"Huh," Harley said, head tilting way to the side. You could tell the degree of surprise from the degree of the tilt. "So you're like... a 'knight of Khonshu' or something?"

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"Moon Knight," Marc said. "Khonshu's fist of vengeance."

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Harley's eyebrows went way up. "Cool."

What? Of course she was going to think that.

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"The job's about protection too but that didn't make the title," Marc said. His overall demeanor was more serious than before. Not in a way where Harley's reaction was a problem, he was more than fine with it. Instead it was something where someone who was observant or perhaps was developing an understanding of Marc might pick up on how this was a rare topic for him that carried weight.

Marc gave a shrug. "Khonshu likes justice and vengeance more anyway."

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"Yeah, well, he's a god, isn't he?" Harley replied, with a wave of her hand. "Those things seem like they come with that package."

Again, the nuns hadn't done a great job with her.

"Didn't know you got a fancy title with it too, though."

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"Ceremonial armor too," Marc said. He might have mentioned that before, or he might have just said "suit" which, as Steven proved, could cause confusion. "That's what does the healing."

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"There's actual armor?!"

Oops, that was a little loud. Loud enough that even Harley herself noticed, and quickly got back to a more diner-friendly volume.

While shaking her head, eyebrows high. "Wow, I guess you did need to convince me you're a knight in shining armor after all."

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"It's more of a glow," Marc said. Because that was what mattered.

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"There's a glow?!"

Clearly that was even better.

"Oh I so wanna see that sometime."

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"If we're ever in a situation where I need it, you'll be in luck," Marc said.

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"It's a need thing?" Harley checked. "No show-and-tell?"

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"It's not a party trick," Marc confirmed. He wasn't put off by her question, but there was once again that undercurrent that he treated this topic more seriously than almost any other. Given that it was Marc, it was probably most notable by the fact that there were any hints of the subject mattering to him at all. Certainly compared to his usual don't give a shit demeanor.

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Harley was picking up on something like that. Was her own posture suddenly a little straighter? More alert?

You couldn't prove anything.

"Okay, got it," she said. "I'll wait for serious business to come 'round, then."

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Marc gave her an assessing look. "We should try fighting together sometime though. Practice or something. Get a feel for what we can do."

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And just like that, the serious melted right off Harley, replaced by something sharp and delighted.

"Ooooh I think I'd like that."

Probably not the correct response to the prospect of getting violent, but she'd never claimed to be correct in too many ways in the first place.

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"Not with each other," Marc said, just so that was clear. "Side by side. Against something else."

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"Party pooper," Harley quipped, immediately. "But I can work with that."

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"I'm talking actual fight," Marc said. "But if you wanna try sparring at some point we can do that too."

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Well, that just made her look even more pleased. Which probably shouldn't be a surprise, considering the way she'd once tackled him into a fire escape.

"Yes please!"

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"We'll figure something out," Marc said already looking thoughtful since he mainly meant he'd figure it out. "Not that fighting comes up a lot on the island. Still. Good to know how we work."

Why? Because reasons.

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"Is it?"

Of course Harley was going to ask. While pulling the nacho plate to herself so she could finish the very last bits off.

"Why's that? You hopin' for backup? Or are you just into badass broads kicking ass?"

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"If something happens we shouldn't be getting in each other's way," Marc said. Then his mouth turned in something like a grin. "And yes."

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"I knew it!" Harley declared, complete with a quick but triumphant pump of her fist. Like it was news. "'Cause you've got good taste."

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"I like a woman who can take care of herself," Marc said. "Doesn't have to be ass kicking but it doesn't hurt."