After Harley had broken up with Joker, she felt free as a bird. She partied hard, and distanced herself far away from the crazed clown. As she approached Gotham Harbor, a group of pirates came out of a boat, one of which was a dark red haired woman with tattoos and a tank top.
"Ivy, what happened to you?" Harley asked.
"Who the fuck is Ivy?" The woman said. "I am Rebecca mother fucking Lee, or you can call me Revy."
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Revy." Harley said.
"Get in, we have got some shit to deal with." Revy told Harley. Harley jumped on board the boat, which was named the Black Lagoon. She was taken to see Dutch, and was given a fair welcome.
"This is my friend, Harley." Revy said.
"Ok, but before I let her in, she needs the initiation." Dutch added. He went to the boiler room and pulled out the tattoo pen.
"This is gonna hurt, so hold still!" Dutch tattooed the Lagoon Co. logo on Harley's arm.
"There." Dutch said. "Welcome to the Lagoon Co." Dutch had got a call from Balalaika.
"Yes, Balalaika?" Dutch asked.
"Listen, I can't expand Hotel Moscow into Gotham without dealing with some weird ass types of gangs."
"Please elaborate." Dutch said.
"There is this gang of guys in purple leather jackets who have sunglasses for some odd reason, while some have a punk/gothic look to them." Balalaika explained. "Also there are these people called the Red Triangle Gang, who are circus clowns, and not only that, but also a knife thrower, lion tamer, trapeze walker, sword swallower, and these devils that spit fire."
"And I thought Roanapur had some fucked up gangs." Dutch uttered.
"Not only that, but there are some eskimos and some guys in brown and grey armor that look like terrorists." Balalaika added.
"We got a lot of work to deal with." Dutch said. He hung up the phone.
"All right, let's kick some ass!" Dutch uttered to himself.
TO BE CONTINUED...