Somewhere on the Mainland; Tuesday Evening

[totalwildcard]

It had already been feeling like kind of a great day to get the hell off the island. And when Harley happened to run into Marc ("happened to run into", "one of them had had gone looking for the other", po-tay-to, po-tah-to)? That just made it into a great day to get the hell off the island and drag him with her! And since it turned out there was roller derby out on the mainland? That had settled where to drag him to.

Right now, that dragging was literal -- wait, well, no. It was physical? Point was, they'd left the car a few blocks away, and Harley was pulling Marc along by the hand towards what she was pretty sure was the correct building - yanno, even before she saw the people filing in through the main entrance, sporting various unnatural hair colors with a general alternative sense of style about them.

It made her squeal with excitement. "Oooooo you can practically smell the sweat and broken noses already!"

(NFB and for the dragee!)

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[totalwildcard]

And now Harley gasped, scandalized.

"I was not wearin' a hero thing! You take that back!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm just saying most do," Marc said. Maybe still teasing a little.

[totalwildcard]

"Marc!"

Sometimes it was real easy to wind her up.

[hasaknightjob]

"You could be a hero if you wanted," Marc told her. Maybe not entirely teasing that time but sincerity snuck in there when he wasn't paying attention.

[totalwildcard]

Harley looked like she was saying 'eww' without actually saying it.

"Why would I ever wanna be a goody two-shoes?"

... There was a weird, uncertain note to how she said it. But pay no mind to that!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't paying any attention to anything. Least of all how he'd kind of started this.

"You did want people to like spending time with you," he pointed out.

[totalwildcard]

"But I've had people like me without me bein' all boring and good!" Harley objected.

Also ignore how much that didn't really mesh with what she'd been saying at the time he was referring to.

[hasaknightjob]

"Just putting it out there," Marc said. Not like he of all people was going to push. "You got pictures?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley turned more towards the track again. There was a certain buzz all around them now that suggested things were about to start happening - but that wasn't why she'd turned.

"You asked that already," she said, sullenly.

That wasn't it either. Sounded more like an afterthought.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc noticed the vibe shift. He thought about not poking at it but, well, he wasn't a smart man.

"What's wrong?"

[totalwildcard]

"Harley came to see me, ya know."

No, he wouldn't know, and also no, that probably wouldn't make much sense to him right off the bat.

It wasn't even a direct response to his question.

[hasaknightjob]

Yeah, meant nothing to Marc who'd been gone on multiple levels when that had happened and had felt no need to listen to radio when he'd gotten back.

"Who?"

[totalwildcard]

"Pam's Harley."

Did that help?

"Just... showed up outta the blue at my door."

[hasaknightjob]

Took Marc a sec to walk through and mentally connect the names, but he got there. Luckily living in Fandom for a while meant the interdimensional part wasn't as much of a mental curve.

"The fuck for?"

[totalwildcard]

"'Cause she wanted to talk to me?" Harley offered with a big shrug. "Or 'cause she wanted me to talk? It was weird and we got into a fight."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had no dispute with calling it weird.

"Did you win?"

[totalwildcard]

"No?"

Her face was all scrunched up again.

"Should I have? She was older." Well, she'd kept referring to this Harley as a baby, anyway.

[hasaknightjob]

"I can understand taking pity on an old lady," Marc said.

He was picturing someone elderly now.

[totalwildcard]

"Well she wasn't that old," Harley had to admit, even if she looked a little squirmy about it. "But I woulda loved that excuse."

[hasaknightjob]

"Oh." Marc tried to adjust his mental picture accordingly.

"What? She cheat more than you?"

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, definitely," said the woman who'd been the first to pull a baseball bat into the mix. "Ya'd think there'd be a code or something."

[hasaknightjob]

"Turns out that's not the case," Marc said, still remembering the time Steven decked him in the afterlife.

(Ignore how Marc had punched Steven in the nose first.)

[totalwildcard]

"Well there should be," Harley insisted. Not very hard, but still. "I mean, of all the people who should automatically be on your side..."

As if she didn't fall into negative self talk often enough to know that wasn't even the case when there was just one of her.

[hasaknightjob]

"Or the best person to know how to hit you were it hurts," Marc pointed out.

[totalwildcard]

"Well she wasn't tryin' to do that," Harley muttered.

She had absolutely accused the other Harley of doing exactly that, though, but that was details.