Mad Love

Part 23~ The Crazy

He looked at me already knowing where I got the joke from. As we were walking I could hear Boomer and Slipknot whispering to each other. We kept walking, and my feet started to hurt really badly.
"My feet hurt"
Everyone looks at me before continuing on towards the buildings lined on the city's broken block.
"Ah!"
I almost fall, but I launch myself into a backflip. I land perfectly and I can't help, but thank my gymnastic skills that I have no memory of practicing to get. I look back menacingly to find a giant crack in the cement. I look to the others questionably, but they just keep walking shrugging the whole event off. We were about to turn a corner when I am snapped out of my trance by metal hitting metal. So help me if Bats is here..sadly it wasn't Bats, and it seems I won't be having a play date with him for a while. It was SlipKnot trying to escape. It all happened so suddenly. I was laughing, SlipKnots head was at my feet, and Flag was making example of him. I pick up his head, and drop to the floor hysterically laughing. I could barely breathe between my laughs. Everyone was staring at me, not sure what to do. I settle down, and set the head onto the ground. Getting up by pushing my knee off the ground I grab my bat again, and skip off. They all followed me, and we were off again.
"Never try to escape or you will suffer the same consequence Quinn. Do you understand?"
I turn to him, and giggle. Winking at him I answer.
"Ya silly goose. I don't want my brains ta be blown out just yet. Though I do believe it would be a fun experience"
I giggle some more, and walk off. I sigh remembering the times that Mistah J tried to show me the experience of death. It was positively enlightening. He said I needed to learn how it felt before I did it to other people. He even taught me how to give someone a pressure point, which he had demonstrated on me of course. It would just be silly if Mistah J did it to himself. As if the world knows my pain to see Mistah J again it starts to pour. Turning around I look back at the crew.
"Aye Mistah F can we stahp somewhere my feet are killin me"
He looks at me and shrugs.
"Eh why not. ALRIGHT TEAM WE AR-"
Deadshot cuts him off.
"I'm right next to you man so STOP YELLING"
Deadshot leans into Flags ear very over dramatically to prove his point. I giggle at the two and Diablo guides us to the nearest bar. A door that is boarded up stands in our way and I shake my head.
"Did they think that a stupid door could keep out Harley Quinn?"
I jam my heel into the door, but nothing happens. I do it again, but still nothing. Moving the cover out of the way with my hand the black plastic  parts to reveal a metal door.
"Oh that makes sense. It's metal. CROC!"
Croc immediately steps forward and lifts the door off its hinges. He places it down leaning on the wall revealing claw prints indented in the metal. We all walk in. Flag goes first, then me, Deadshot, Boomer, Diablo and once Katanas foot crossed the threshold a giant gust of wind blew her onto the floor. Croc reattaches the door and we all chill out. Walking behind the bar I decide to play bar tender.
"What wouldya like"
Katana gets up and sets her jacket on the back of a booth. Croc pulls his hood up even farther and growls. Deadshot settles on a bar stool by Croc. Katana stands beside Flag who sits in a bar stool as well. Boomer settles between Croc and Deadshot. Diablo chills out on a stool too.
"HAHAHA"
Get it? Chills? I'm so funny. Everyone doesn't even acknowledge my laughter having already been used to it.
Crocs stool creaks so he gets up to move to a booth.
"Whiskey"
Katana replies.
"Aye got me own"
Boomer pulls out a can of beer from his jacket. When he opens his jacket he reveals a bunch of holders dedicated to beers and boomerangs.
"Beer"
Croc growls.
"Hah I nevah pictured crocodiles likin beer"
Croc glares at me, but I'm used to it.
"What am I 12?"
Deadshot tells me and lifts his glass only to slam it back down.
"Comin right up fellas and gal"
Using my bar skills form Mistah J's club I quickly pour whiskey into a glass and hand it off to Katana, give Croc his beer, and pour Deadshot his shot.
"Whadda you want sweetheart?"
I look to Diablo and lean onto the counter.
"Water"
I laugh and grab a glass.
"That's a good idea honey"
I tell him pointedly.
I grab the little gadget and pour him some water. I slide it over to him and make my own drink.
"Here is to honour among thieves. We can pull this off. The bad part is we get not credit"
Boomer looks surprised.
"Aye mate we don't?"
Deadshot laughs and chugs his shot.
"Nope"
I finish off my drink and top it off with a small umbrella. I lift my glass along with the others. We clink glasses and I chug my drink.
"I've nevah done this before Flag. How long do these missions usually last?"
Flag sighs.
"It just depends. It will normally just depend on the danger of the mission and how fast you work"
I scoff.
"Normal? Normal is sittin on the dryer. People like us don't get normal!"
I lean across the bar ready to continue.
"Why is it always a knife fight every time ye open ye mouth"
Boomer cuts away my argument. My snear disappears into a sober expression.
"On the outside you are amazing, but-"
He pauses to take a drink.
"-inside you're ugly"
I laugh breathily
"We all are. WE ALL ARE! Xept for him. He is ugly on the outside too"
Croc growls at me.
"Not me shorty"
Crocs claws enclose around his hood and he pulls it back revealing a scaly face.
"I'm beautiful"
Croc growls. I smile as big as I possibly can and tilt my head down.
"Yeah you are"
Croc growls in response. Deadshot grabs his gun and so does Flag. Katana grips her blade and we all head out. Croc opens the door and I jump out. As I pass croc I glide my hand across his face.
"Sorry big guy. You are beautiful"
Croc nods in response and I walk on following Flag. Another fire ball hits a nearby building and the squad jumps behind croc who shields us.
"DUCK DOWN"
Flag tells to us. I cover my head and the ground shakes. Croc grabs all of us and runs us into a nearby building. Setting us down I giggle with delight.
"That was close! Good just buddy"
Another fireball hits the earth and I run up the stairs with the others in tow. We get onto the roof hoping to find a safe haven, but instead we are met with a bunch of men in crazy costumes. I see a few familiar faces, but I can pinpoint where I remember them from. I think a bit more and it comes to me.
"Oh my god"
I look to the helicopter and see my saviour.
"Harley-girl how are you?"
I laugh and begin to run to the oddly dressed men. Flag and Deadshot begin a giant war of guns with the men and I am forced to duck behind a metal block. Deadshot gets down beside me and I turn to him with pleading eyes. I see his mouth form the words "no" but I don't listen. I grab my bat and run to the helicopter which was now floating in mid air. I run and run and I hear him laugh. I grab onto the rope and the helicopter takes off immediately. I see Deadshot aim his gun at me and shoot. A bullet grazes my torso, but inflicts no real damage onto me. Let's have a little fun shall we? I play dead and I hear a shout. My grip starts to loosen so I come back up and laugh. I see Deadshot walk off the roof with everyone and I climb the rope. He grabs my hand and pulls me up. I feel him protectively grip me and smash his lips onto mine. I mumble between his passionate kiss just one word.
"Puddin"