Hideout of course

On the edge of Gotham was no end of abandoned buildings. Failed ventures, corruption, fronts for other business, or decayed ruins from a villain's rampage; these structures were always in a state of flux of being built up, left alone and torn down to repeat the cycle. And the criminal and downtrodding found no end of holes to either hide in or take shelter.

In one such building, the old gutted remains of a clothing factory sat. Rusted conveyor belts, moth eaten fabric in broken crates, and gutted machines dotted the floor space. Anything of real value had long been trucked out by the company that pulled out, only for anything the remained to be set upon by the local criminal and looter elements. Such a picked over site held no interest to most people in the area.

Which is why a certain clownette had made her current home there.

"So lemme get this right, okay?" Harley said, stretching out on her over stuffed bean bag chair as she eyed the three figures before her.

Her 'home' was in one of the office rooms of the building. She'd dragged in a few amenities from her last base or looted them from junkyards or those less than willing to share. Bed in the corner with a rusty frame, big desk to plan out her moves and boring paperwork which she sat behind right now. Crates of old gadgets, weapons, and party supplies were scattered about. A wall had been cracked through and the new connected room hosted a small 'kitchen' set up. Across the hall was the only working bath room that also housed a shower for any possible chemical or dye spills. Not the best, but water was still flowing for some reason and it still was on the grid so power wasn't a problem.

Harley kicked her legs up onto the desk as she went over all the info again in her head before speaking.

"I have three magical beings at my beck and call. Between them a varying level of abilities and powers. And all are willing to help me do..., whatever the hell I want?" Harley said, her pitch rising as she slowly let the excitement into her voice.

"Roughly, yes darling." the black and white one spoke, named Reya if Harley was right.

After getting back to the hideout and stashing the loot for later, Harley had asked a few questions of Sammi. Eager to please but she wasn't the brain of the bunch, more the muscle. After pointing out the Imp Boss was still in the book, Harley had quickly summoned the other two Imps without waiting for any extra info. After meeting the stuck up dame of a imp and the fun party girl one as well(She's a cutie, Harley had noted) the trio had explained who and what they were to her.

A lot of it was boring or old history to the point Harley rolled her eyes and blocked it out. She was more than interested when it came to their powers and abilities. Sammi was the power of the team that much was certain, with some light fire control tossed in. Kat was good with illusions with light materialization too. She couldn't make say a car or a tank, but she could make the outer frame of a crate or a door. In fact it was Kat that had spruced the place up with more balloons and confetti, helping to give the place a more party carefree feel. The neon colored balloons were a good touch.

She would have done more if Reya told her to focus. She was far more..., restrained than her counterparts. The head imp had been open about who and what she was and held herself with an air of someone used to getting and keeping attention. Harley had been iffy about her, reminding her too much of some others with a self important stick up the arse. But Reya had made it clear that she would help the clown, so long as she held the book and so long as she didn't do anything stupid. Like try to burn it.

"All we want, is a small cut of the profit and the chance to have some fun. Chaos, pranks, or bedroom come to mind." Reya said, letting off another long puff of her cig. Harley wasn't much for smoking but seeing Reya lean back in her own bean bag chair made out of the stuff was enough to put her mind at ease. The dame had control over smoke, flames and soot. Sammi had more outright firepower, but Reya had far more control. She'd shown it by making something as simple as a large cartoon hammer, to a fully working high speed drill.

"Oh I can help with the fun part." Harley said with a wide grin, "But why do you want loot? Not like you can spend it."

"Mistress Harley...," Reya started, waving a hand to make some smoke block Kat's mouth, "We are self sufficient but we do enjoy eating more so than not. The money will go into buying us such new pleasures in food and drink, along with entertainments." Reya eyed Kat trying to pull off the smoke and gave a sigh, "And my good friend here would say, 'We just like the shiny', which, she isn't WRONG mind you."

The amount of jewelry on Reya made that clear. Gold bracelets and some sort of horn ornaments on her while the other imps had bracelets and anklets to go with them. Harley hadn't even processed them on Sammi when she first met the Imp. All three got extremely defensive when the villain had suggested trying to hock them instead of the books.

"Okay okay, I'll let you in on the profits say..., 80-20?" She offered. Reya shot her a glare but talked with the other two in a huddle before turning back to her. The cross colored imp had a big grin on her face. A worrying large one on her small body.

"This is acceptable to us Mistress Harley, and you have a deal." Reya reached out a hand to shake. Sensing something off, years of being a super villain helps train that, Harley slowly extended her own arm. Only for the Imp to pull back just a bit.

"Oh no no." Reya tutted with her other hand, "We'll agree to this fair split. In fact, we'd be willing to go lower for you. Now of course you could just ORDER us to give up all rights to a share but that'd leave us bitter, and well, bitter imps make for poor henchladies." The Head imp cocked her head backwards. Kat was off playing within a crate of left over noise makers and Sammi seemed to be seeing the resistance of a couple of the walls. "Get the picture?"

"Alright alright, what's your point Lady?" Harley quickly growled as she leaned forward to glare at the Imp.

"Well, we'd be more than happy to agree with this split..., so long as you give us something else." Reya said, her sly grin widening even more.

"And that would be?"

"More bodies."

"....Ex-squeeze me?" Harley blurted out as her eyes went wide. Reya chuckled at the reaction.

"You didn't focus when I told that part earlier did you?" Reya said as she took another drag, "We weren't born, we were converted deary. I was a former starlet, Kat was a run away and Sammi...., well Sammi was Samuel at one point."

"BRUHUH?" Harley blurted out as her jaw dropped. Reya simply leaned forward, put a finger under her chin and closed it.

"So there's your tip Mistress; the book can, with enough time, slowly turn someone into an Imp like us. And while Kat and Sammi are QUITE enjoyable in all respects..., sometimes you need new blood, get me?" Reya said, not bothering to hide the implication there.

"That's the deal we'll offer. More money for you, IF you help us get some more friends. Otherwise we go 60-40 in your favor." Reya finished, offering the hand again, "Deal?"

Harley thought for a moment. It was one thing to use them as her own hechgals as she could use the help, but turning others into Imps to feed their requests was maybe too far? Then again she'd done horrible things to people so what was throwing someone at the imps to do with as they please gonna really do? At best she'd get hopefully another helper. Then again, if they could turn people into Imps, what was stopping them from doing that to her? Better question, why did the thought of being an Imp not the WORST thing she'd heard?

Reya was starting to get annoyed so the Clownette had to do something even if it was temporary.