TW: STEAMY AT END! NOT GRAPHIC, BUT SEX IS IMPLIED! 18+ FOR THIS CHAPTER!
Following the discovery of the ominous Polaroids, there was a brief period in which Joker had kept you and Harley under lock and key once more. He was rightfully freaked out by the swiftness in which Two-Face pounced on your one moment outside. But, after a few days of reasoning with him, he had finally given up trying to tame you.
And now, you and your team had just gotten back from your first mission in months. It was a rather extravagant one, considering the long hiatus you had been on. You and your team had shot up a jewelry store, one with armed guards standing at every corner. You had also taken a majority of the jewelry, intending to upsell it with your usual tactic of withholding your price until you had a gun aimed at your client's head. While it would be risky to resume your business at The Last Laugh, you were just itching to do so. What little bit of normalcy you were receiving now was addicting, and it began to push Two-Face out of your mind.
As you and your team stood by the door, Ronnie popping a bottle of champagne to celebrate your reintroduction to criminality, you felt content. You knew you had made the right decision in choosing to go down with a fight.
He messily poured your and Harley's glasses before anyone else's, causing the drink to slosh over the sides. "Ladies first." His speech was almost slurred, which was odd; you knew he hadn't had a drink all day. You suspected that it may have been the thrill of victory that had made him somewhat drunk-adjacent.
"Hey, careful man. This shit's expensive!" you joked, raising the glass to your lips and taking a sip.
"We could probably buy a million of those with the money we'll make from selling these ugly things!" said Shaun, gesturing to the bags of smuggled jewelry lazily strewn across the floor.
"Ugly?!" cried Harley dramatically, resting a hand on her chest in faux offense. "I think they're just gorgeous. I'm probably gonna keep a lot of 'em for myself!"
"Now, Harls," said Joker with a smile, "we can't have you making bad investments just because something's pretty."
"Well, what do we need the money for anyway? We already got a mansion, for God's sake!" She gestured around her wildly. "We already have everything any of us could ever want! Besides jewelry!"
"Being even more rich than we already are just sounds so much better than accessorizing," William said with a shrug. "Even if we don't use the money, it just feels nice to have it."
Shaun nodded. "You're speaking my language, man."
"And mine," you added. You raised your glass with a big, genuine grin. The biggest and most genuine grin you'd had in a long time. "Here's to being filthy rich!"
Everyone clinked their glasses together with energy. Just by the good vibe of the room, it was clear that everyone had needed this win. Everyone had wanted to just be criminals again.
Surprisingly, Lennon was the one to say the quiet part out loud.
"I fucking missed killing people," he said, a big grin on his face.
The fact that the quiet, timid one of the group was infected by this positive energy almost intensified its effect on you. After all, Lennon was always quiet and stoic, refusing to show much emotion other than anxiety. But now, he was alive and free, just as you were.
"You can say that again," said Frost happily, sipping on his champagne.
"Last time I killed was when I was still with puddin'," said Harley, latching onto Joker's arm like a koala. He, having also been infected with the euphoria of victory, did nothing to shake her off. He simply smiled and sipped on his own drink.
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