AN: I hate repeating myself but I have been so mentally tired lately that I haven't had the energy to write and I'm sorry for that but it's something I can't control. I hope that I'll be able to go back to having a set schedule on my updates. Another thing is that I've been using a lot of flashbacks as filler chapters and I'm not going to anymore of those because they disrupt the flow of the story and frankly it's boring to just read flashbacks in a story about the present. I'm going to go back and add some present time to those chapters, some events that mostly play out during their imprisonment. So to make up for it I'm going to give you guys an extra long chapter! Anyways, enjoy another chapter full of bad guys and my baby Linnie!

Lin huffed when she felt the hood of her hoodie once again fall of her head, the wind was getting out of the control with all the helicopters and stuff that kept blowing up the place. If she was a middle aged, normal woman with blonde hair called Karen she would sue the people in charge for every penny they've ever had. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for them she wasn't any of those things and had to ride out the storm, so to speak. She had finished putting on her gear faster than the others and was now stuck sulking with wind-filled clothes while the others with almost childlike glee dressed themselves in their used to be signature gear. Most of her beloved weapons wasn't there, they were at home with her lonely lover. Just thinking about the man brought a fresh batch of salty tears to her already red rimmed eyes, he had never liked being alone and always made sure that she wasn't either. He was probably holed up in their shared bed, cuddled (not that he would admit it) to her pillows and glaring at the pictures she had placed on her bedside table. There were probably at least three dead guys laying sprawled out on the floor next to their door with a red bullet hole in their forehead, probably new guys given that the old timers know better than to disturb their boss when he was in a mood.

She did, however, have some basic knives and guns that she had somehow smuggled onto herself during date night. One of the handles had a permanent stain of blood from another of their date night that had ended far better, with her in the bed, twisting and moaning in pleasure. She had been very pleasantly sore the morning after, he more so than her. Her favorite gun, the one she had gotten as a gift from her father, Tig. Lin hasn't seen her father in so many years, not since she left for Gotham and never came back. People always say that they remember little things of their lost parents like their scent, how their hugs felt and the tone of their voice. She remember none of it, she was left with nothing but empty, hollowed and cold memories of a life that was so far away it felt like a dream. Like the kind of good dream you had once and no matter what you never have it again and can only fondly recall the most prominent events in it. She missed them all, her family, but not in an unbearably way. She knew that she would see them again, maybe then this was all over she would make the trip there, see how they were doing.

A hand plant itself on her covered shoulder and she's startled out of her thoughts with a small jump and an exclamation of shock. "Oh my holy stars that are in heaven!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you"

"And neither did the snake attacking the mighty god." She turned around to face him, she didn't appreciate being startled but she couldn't afford making enemies now. "Hello, Chato"

He, Chato, looked a little shocked. "How do you know that name?" He didn't know that anyone knew his name anymore, besides the people with his file, and wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to either. He had to admit though that it felt good to hear his real name, not the street one, roll of someones tounge again without fear. It reminded him of better times with his family.

"Hmm, I know things" Lin smile at the man with a curved lip and slightly lifted eyebrow. " What? Surprised?"

She chuckled when the taller man scrambled to collect himself after her accusation. "No, I just, word on the stree-"

"Word on the street is that the queen is an insane bitch that likes to shoot people? That no one sane could live with the Joker, you thought that I was stupid or somethin' cuz of the company I keep?" She knew what the word on the street was, but the rumors on the street wasn't about her. They were about Harley, her 'cover-up', her security in the deadly game. Lin isn't crazy, she just has 'mood swings' where she turn into this crazy, delusional and psychotic woman. She could control herself during her 'episodes' but since they always happen with the Joker there she didn't feel the need to. She trust him to take care of her in her weakest moments, besides she could control when to slip into one. The need to have an episode is like the need to take a nap, you feel sleepy or in Lin's case feel the need to just let go of her control, and then afterwards you feel freshened and full of energy.

"Yes" Chato had straightened himself and puffed up his chest to make himself look bigger as he glanced down on Lin who was staring at him with clouded eyes. He sensed that she wasn't all there when she spoke, when she moved and even when she breathed, it was like she wasn't hole, she was missing a piece of herself.

"I mean, they're not wrong but they're not right either" She finished with a shrug and walked away with a slow strut.

Lin could see Harley talking to Deadshot, the man who never misses, and decided to walk up to them. She craved the momentary relief that Harley could give her and she didn't care if Harley was having a good talk with the man. She wanted, no she needed the distraction. With a feral grin she jumped on the other female's back and wrapped her lithe limbs around her, bringing them to the floor with a heavy thud. Lin sighed contently, deadshot let out an exasperated breath and Harley let out an oof when she made contact with the ground.

The dark haired girl snuggled closer, completely ignoring the staring people and whispers of surprise, and placed a short yet tender kiss on the other woman's tied up hair. Harley lay sprawled out on the dirty floor with a small pout on her face, sure it was nice being cuddled by Lin but she'd rather not be doing it on the floor. Especially not after finally having her own clothes on again. Wearing her own clothes after months wearing nothing but the orange jumpsuits and plain white tank tops brought an indescribable feeling in her chest, a feeling of hope. Hope that it was almost over and she could soon put it all behind her, to continue her life with Lin and Mr J.

"Are y'all going to be down there all mission?" The one and only deadshot interrupted the cuddle session amused. "You're starting to freak out the normal people"

Harley scrambled to her feet, pulling Lin along with her, when she heard the man speak. The two had a connection, a certain spark that she had only experienced with Lin and she thought she did with Joker. A small schoolgirl crush would be the name of whatever feelings the blonde had for the male. Something that she secretly longed for but could only dream to have. She knew that she would never escape the network that she was heavily involved with, Joker would never let her leave. Unless Lin begged and begged for it, which Harley doubted the woman would do since that would mean letting Harley leave her life as well. If there was anything that Lin was when in love it was selfish, she would always want to keep her loved ones near. Hence her strong protection for the inner circle and her lovers. Harley knew that she love Lin, more than anything else, but she also knew that she couldn't go back to that relationship knowing what the other party do to her. Now that she's been away from him her eyes has opened, she can see all the abuse masked as love and affection. Of course she didn't feel bad about leaving Lin with him since all the negative was directed to her, he adored and loved Lin. What she wasn't sure about was if she was going to be able to leave Lin, to walk away from the love and security she felt with the other woman. If she left the network she was going to be on her own, with all of the enemies and none of the defences she used to have. To do that she needed connections and those were hard to come by nowadays where society was ruled by distrust and hate. Her reputation wouldn't help her.

Maybe Deadshot would be able to provide her with that security and love that she would need, with the love she deserved and longed for. Maybe he would give her the family that she desperately wanted, the three children, the dog, the whole package.

"Let them stare, I'll pluck out their eyes with their deadbeat father's fingers" Snarled Lin, her words ringing with truth. She was not in the mood to deal with people, much less their mental problems and affinity for staring at things that doesn't belong to them.

"Lin" Harley whined, worried about how Deadshot would react.

"What? You're siding with him now?" Lin jumped away from Harley as if she burned her, her face was blank but her eyes displayed the cold fury that was hiding behind the mask. "You used to love my threats" The younger woman purred with a smirk, stretching out a finger towards the other female.

"I can see when I'm not wanted, I'll take my talents elsewhere" Lin turned on her heel, flicking her hair behind her as she swaggered away from the stunned pair.

"What's wrong with her?" Deadshot asked the stunned woman next to him with a small disbelieving smile. She had been fine just a second ago, cuddling and snuggling like there was no tomorrow, and then she was a ice cold storm bringing harsh words and hurt feelings. He couldn't help but wonder if this was how it always was, if the rumours about the treatment of Harley was correct. That she was blinded by love, that the two used and abused her.

"She misses Puddin'. She's not usually like this, pinky swear" Harley had turned towards him with an outstretched pinky.

Floyd chuckled and held out his own pinky in return and interlocked the pair. "There, a pinky promise."

Harley let out one of her signature giggles with a big smile on her face, her eyes were lightened up and her cheeks held a light blush to them.

The two were interrupted by El diablo, Killer croc and Captain boomerang walking over to join them, all of them dressed in their gear and matching pissed off looks. El Diablo more so than the others, the crocodile mutant looking indifferent and the not-so-much-of--captain boomerang sporting a grin. Seems as if the aussie had already managed to piss off the fire carrying man and Killer croc decided to tag along the ride.

"So how many people do we have to kill?" Boomerang asked with his grin still impact.

"Hopefully no one" Came Deadshot's less than enthusiastic voice. He just wanted to go home to his daughter.

"More like everyone" Lin cackle from behind El diablo, making the group jump in obvious shock. No one had heard her coming and to be frank weren't expecting her so soon after her tantrum. " Come on loves, I'm missing a very important colour. Can anyone guess which one"

"Your enemies blood?" Croc asked with a duh tone.

"Precisely, my good friend. The colour I long for, I dream about it. I see it everytime I close my eyes, I can feel it if I imagine it. The thick warm liquid pooling in my hands and onto a fresh white canvas" Lin continue describing the colour and what she would be using it for while everyone else zoom out until the men in charge yelled at them to come to the chopper.