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Talia entered the bar and took the between Deadshot and Boomerang. Harley jumped over the counter and poured their drinks.
"Heres to honor among thieves," Deadshot proposed, holding up his shot.
"I'm not a thief," Katana stated and walked away from the bar.
"Oh, she's not a thief," Deadshot whispered sarcastically. Talia gripped her glass of wine and took a long sip.
"Well, we almost pulled it off despite what everybody thought. Worst part of it is, they're gonna blame us for the whole thing. And they can't have people knowing the truth. We're the patsies. The cover-up. Dont forget, we're the bad guys. For about two sweet seconds, I had hope," Deadshot said to them. Talia raised an eyebrow at his words.
"You had hope huh?" Diablo questioned. "Hope dont stop the wheel from turning, my brother."
"You preaching?"
"It's coming back around for you. How many people you killed, man? And how about you, Talia? After all you are the Heir to the Demon," Diablo questioned and glanced between them.
"You don't ask nobody no question like that, ese," Deadshot said to him after he glanced at Talia.
"You ain't ever whacked down no women. No kids," Diablo said to him. Deadshot shook his head, "I don't kill women and children."
Diablo smirked, "I do. See, I was born with the Devils gift. I kept it hidden most of my life, but the older I got, the stronger I got. So I started using it For business, you know, the more power on the street I got, the more firepower I got. Like that shit went hand in hand. You know? One was feeding the other. Ain't nobody tell me no. Except my old lady. You know, she used to pray for me. Even when I didn't want it. God didn't give me this. Why should he take it away? See when I get mad, I lose control you know, I just... I dont know what I do... till it's done."
"And the kids?" Harley questioned after he finished telling his story. Talia kept her eyes on Diablo, "He killed them."
Harley continued to talk, "Didn't you? Own that shit. Own it. What'd you think was gonna happen? Huh?"
"Hey Harley, Come on," Deadshot said to her.
"What you were just thinking you can have a happy family and coach little leagues and make car payments? Normals a setting on the dryer. People like us, we don't get normal!"
"Why is it always a knife fight every single time you open your mouth?" Boomerang spat at her. "You know, outside you're amazing. But inside, you're ugly."
"We all are. We all are! Except for him. He's ugly on the outside, too," Harley said and pointed at Killer Croc.
"Not me, shorty. I'm beautiful," Croc said to her. Talia stifled a laugh. Harley smirked, "Yeah, you are."
Talia turned her attention to Rick when he entered the bar. Harley glared at him, "We don't want you here."
He took the seat beside Deadshot and said, "You get to the part in that binder saying I use to sleep with her?"
Talia rolled her eyes. Deadshot nodded, "Yeah. I never been with a witch before. What's that like?"
"Apparently, that is the reason why the creatures are after him all the time. The witch is scared of him," Talia stated and glanced at him.
Rick turned to met her gaze, "The only woman I ever cared about is trapped inside that monster. My relationship might have not ended well, but she is a good person. So, if I don't stop the witch, it's over. Everything is over. Everything. You're free to go," He said and threw the device that kept them trap over the counter. Boomerang didn't hesitate in grabbing his beer and running away.
Rick placed a stack of letters in front of Deadshot and said, "Your daughter writes you everyday. Every single day."
Deadshot looked astonished, "You had these the whole time? You had letters from my daughter the whole time? I'm gonna get you there. And you're gonna end this. I'm gonna carry your ass if I have to. 'Cause this shit is gonna be like a chapter in the Bible. Everybody's gonna know what we did. And my daughter is gonna know that her daddy is not a piece of shit."
Talia sighed and stood up beside the two, "My son follows after his father because he believes him to be a hero. I think it would be nice if he saw me like that as well. So I'm going with you."
"I'll come too!" Harley said and walked out from behind the bar counter. She noticed Diablo and Croc's stares, "What? You got something better to do? Come on! Pussies."
