Her finger scrolling down the mouse wheel was the only sound in the quiet library. Save for the staff and some broke university students no one else was there.
No Gotham. No Metropolis. No Star City... what the heck? But hey, at least public libraries with free internet access and crappy web security were a constant across universes. Unfortunately, getting the lay of the land had just brought her more questions than answers.
They had arrived in New York though, so at least that was familiar, and from what she had seen it was pretty much the same boring old New York as back home... It even had Metahumans, though apparently, they went by the term 'Parahuman' and it looked like there might have been something else going on with them other than wonky genetics.
Corona Potentia? Corona Pollentia? Trigger events?
Leaning in and squinting at the screen, she groaned in the back of her throat as she scrolled down and read through yet another web page. By the end, she had to scrawl out half a page of notes on her tablet.
So much to learn. So much to get acquainted with. So many things that were different. So many things that were the same.
This place was turning out to be a lot more complicated than she'd first thought.
"Mover, Shaker, Brute and Breaker. Master, Tinker, Blaster, Thinker. Striker, Changer, Trump and Stranger." Quietly, she sang the tercet to herself over and over and over again; making sure it was committed to memory.
The power classification system was simple, and catchy, but it also showed just how much… variety there was with the 'supers in this place.
It was dangerous.
"Mmhm." Lucy's head shifted as she slept, turning about a little on her lap before she snuggled a closer.
Reaching down, Harley gently combed a hand through her daughter's hair. She made another noise and jerked. Her ginger bangs fell a little, parting enough for Harley to see Lucy's eyes dart about beneath her eyelids.
She would make it work though…
Her eyes drifted over to the two bulging camping packs sitting in spare chairs beside their table. Black, of course, with little golden W's on their front.
Had Bats' known this would happen? He had said the packs were full of equipment and supplies that their basecamp would need… But that wasn't quite right, was it. With how things had been going back home, could this have been his plan to keep everyone that had resisted The Regime safe?
A corner of her mouth hitched up a little. It was crazy, but it sounded like something Bats' would do.
Closing her eyes, Harley swallowed and ran her fingers through her daughter's hair again.
Whatever the reason was, they'd been given a fresh start and she would make it all work out... No matter what.