The sound of gunshots echoing is not out of the norm for this part of town. Some might even say the frustrated screaming that follows after is normal as well. In this day and age, anything could be normal seeing how men can fly, gods are real, and demons take the form of mortals. So the gunshots are just typical background noise—aside from having Batman (or a few caped crusaders for that matter), chaotic sounds in the night is what Gotham is known for.
"Stand still Spider-chick!" Gotham has seen Harley Quinn before, no doubt. Her oversized gun is the culprit for the gunshots this evening, and yes, she is the mayhem host for the night. "I'm getting a headache with all that bouncing around!"
Harley's agitation is every bit justified with her target being as difficult to shoot despite the bright colored costume that screams as a target. While Gotham is no stranger to vibrant colored costumes, Harley's opponent, a woman who seems to posses unnatural skill for evasive maneuvers, is definitely a new face in the neighborhood.
"Aw, poor little jester," flipping off the wall to avoid another barrage of bullets, the woman lands on the ground, squatting in a posture that is almost too unnatural for a human body to be in, "getting a headache because she lets her mouth do the aiming for her."
"Shuttap Spider-chick!"
"By the way, the name's Spider-Woman," quickly maneuvering herself out of Harley's next barrage of bullets, Spider-Woman rushes towards her opponent.
"I don't care what your name is! I'm going to squash you!" pulling her other gun out of the holster, Harley makes her shooting twice as deadly, but not anymore efficient.
"You should care!" rolling out of the way and shooting a web line to pull herself up, Spider-Woman swings herself out of the line of fire. "You're going to need to tell the cops the name of the gal who will leave you all webbed up in front of their door!"
The quip about knowing who she is was more or less just an effort to agitate the already frustrated Harley. In fact, as a complete stranger to this neighborhood—to this world, Gwen can hardly give a damn about people calling her 'Spider-Woman'. In fact, she hasn't gotten used to people calling her Spider-Woman back at home. It's a monumental title that she knows has been used before, and it's not like she is trying to live up to the mantle; she's just trying to do what is right. Gwen is trying her best to use her great power responsibly, and if it means going at it with a volatile clown girl from another universe, then so be it. With that in mind, Gwen shoots a web and pulls herself forward, avoiding yet a few more bullets, swinging pass the crazed jester, and pulling a gun out of her opponent's hand with another line of webbing.
"Hey! That's mine!" not being happy about having one of her guns taken away, Harley retaliates with her other gun, firing off the last few bullets until the gun is just making a clicking noise. Still infuriated, she keeps pressing on the trigger despite lacking the result she demands.
"Nu-uh! Your little temper tantrum forced me to take it away from you!" Gwen taunts, sticking to the wall close to her. "Now you better calm down before I send you to the corner."
"Get down here you little b*tch and I'll show you tantrums!"
Slightly having forced to dodge from Harley throwing her gun at her, Gwen repositions herself, her back against the wall as she gives her opponent a sarcastic and disappointed gesture of palming her face. Though Gwen has to admit, Harley has better aim at throwing than she does at shooting. "Oh and that language too. Okay, you forced my hand then!"
It's not like Harley isn't used to condescending treatment. She gets it all the time from Selina—not to mention her ex-'boyfriend' wasn't exactly the most considerate person she has ever associated herself with. But the fact that she has a stranger, one who seems to have the audacity to claim that she is here to 'teach Harley some manners', it doesn't settle in well with the crazed jester of Gotham. Clearly in Harley's mind, this wall-sticking metahuman doesn't know who she is dealing with. Though to Harley's dismay, seems like she doesn't have the best idea of her opponent either since the woman's speed takes her off guard. With an agile maneuver of pushing off the wall, Spider-Woman takes Harley by surprise with an uppercut to her face, which sends the jester flying in midair. Before letting Harley even absorb the gamut of the situation, Gwen delivers another punch that sends her enemy back to the ground. Gwen follows, landing on top, as if she is indeed a spider ready to wrap her prey within a cocoon.
Thwip!
Harley suddenly finds her left arm stuck on the ground due to the weird substance Spider-Woman shot out of her hand. Trying to pull it free seems impossible at the moment, especially when her opponent is hovering on top of her in a dangerously close position.
"Get offa me you wall-stickin bimbo!"
"Oh how creative! You called me a wall-sticking bimbo!" Gwen made it a point to imitate Harley's accent to the best of her ability when she reiterated the crazed harlequin's insult. "I should've webbed up that dirty little mouth of yours the moment I heard you talk."
"I'm a bit shocked, toots. Most people go crazy the moment I give them pet names."
"I wonder why—" before Gwen can finish her sentence, "Spider Sense!"
As Gwen was about to act on her thoughts, she suddenly feels an excruciating pain surging through her body. Unable to hold her composure, Gwen falls to the side, completely losing her advantage over Harley. Seizing the opportunity she made for herself, Harley cuts her hand free of the strange 'webbing' and stands over Gwen who is still convulsing thanks to the small device that Harley has on her palm: a lethal version of a handshake prank toy. Any non-metahuman would definitely succumb to unconsciousness or perhaps worse; lucky for Gwen, she has a bit more durability despite feeling the agony.
"I hate to break it to ya," Harley taunts as she brandishes the knife she used to cut herself free, "but you're not very funny. Your little jokes and wisecracks didn't make me laugh. But you thinking you can beat me was pretty funny so I'll give you a reward, spider-chick!" with one glance at the knife, Harley tosses it aside and walks over to her beloved weapon that she dropped very early in the tussle—the candy cane patterned metal bat is something Harley would never part with if she can help it. Her next favorite weapon would be her colossal mallet of course, but that isn't available at the moment. "Oh, I'm not gonna kill you," strutting back at the prone Spider-Gwen, Harley holds her bat over her shoulder, letting her other hand rest on it, "I'm just gonna hurt you. Really, really bad."
Gwen isn't really registering anything that Harley has said for the past few minutes. Instead Gwen is using whatever energy she is regaining to reclaim her equilibrium. Just getting to her feet was a task—her vision still blurry and her ears are hearing muffled sounds all around her. Though her spider-sense seems to be working; too bad her body can't respond in time.
"Aaahhh!" a collision of something metal against her back immediately drops Gwen back on all fours. Before the pain truly settles in, she feels the same blow again, causing her to fall face first, letting out another scream. Once again, the only thing that is saving her from being brutally injured is her superhuman durability, but the pain is still blinding. Not to mention, Harley doesn't let off and her boot connecting to Gwen's side adds to agony; at least Gwen can still take some comfort that it was only a kick. But that thought of comfort quickly goes away as Harley starts stomping Gwen, making sure that the pointy heel of her boots connects every single time.
"Ain't slick now when you're stuck on the ground, huh?" with a final stomp, Harley digs her boot into Gwen and keeps the pressure as she lifts her bat high, "I better hope you still got some more, cause I'm not done beating the crap out of you!"
Still in pain and jarred by the last few hits, Gwen endures and quickly rolls away, causing Harley to hit the concrete with her bat. Feeling the result of colliding her weapon with the ground, Harley finds herself momentarily occupied, but that was all that Gwen needed to spring forward, connecting with a kick, taking the air out of Harley as her stomach folds from the pressure of having both Gwen's feet digging right through her. Stumbling back and falling on one knee, Harley tries to regain the air she lost, keeping herself upright with her bat, eyes full of rage at the sight of Gwen (who is also still recovering).
"You'll pay for that!"
With a demented look in her eyes, Harley quickly rushes at Gwen and when she gains the proper range, she swings her bat with the pure intent of breaking a few bones. Barely evading the first strike from shuffling back, Gwen jumps over the counter swing and pulls herself forward in midair with a web, then kicks Harley in the face as she web-swings forward. The result is immediate, blood coming out of Harley's mouth as she spits, but it was only a moment of embracing the pain. Soon Harley Quinn is already on the attack, chasing after Gwen, screaming from the top of her lungs with the bat in hand with such vehemence. Turning herself around, Gwen swings lower and towards Harley, evading the bat in time to stick both her hands on Harley's back and with the momentum she gained from web swinging, Gwen flips forward, throwing her opponent over her, inflicting a very painful landing on the crazed jester. Not letting this opportunity pass, Gwen pushes forward, but with her spider-sense blaring inside her head, Gwen quickly halts her attack as Harley rolls back on her feet before flipping backwards—amidst the retreating handsprings, Harley hurls a few peculiar clown shaped grenades towards Gwen's direction. They let out a small explosion, but most definitely dangerous enough. Luckily Gwen feigned backwards in time, otherwise she would have taken the full intent of Harley's cover attack.
"I think you're stupid and crazy for not staying down," Gwen crouches as she lands, preparing herself for another attack.
"Could say the same about you!" fixing her jacket as it slid off her shoulders, Harley takes a stance, holding her bat tightly as she prepares to attack as well.
"You're not going to win this."
"Again, not very good with the jokes, ya know?"
As if Gwen was really in the mood to joke around at the moment. Sore, bruised, and possibly a few fractured bones, this Spider-Woman has made up her mind that playing around with her opponent isn't the best idea—she isn't as fragile as Gwen thought her to be. As for Harley Quinn, she is well aware that the woman she is fighting is stronger and faster than her. In that case, Harley has to be a bit more unorthodox, unpredictable, and daring. Wiping the blood off her lips, Harley grabs a hold of her bat with both hands and as fast as her legs can take her, she pushes forward, letting the sound of her anger bounce off the alleyway. Mirroring the intent, Spider-Gwen uses a lamppost to propel herself forward. In a matter of moments, the two will go for another round and Gotham will be introduced to another chaotic rivalry. Both sides have the intent to win but there can only be one victor.
