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"Oh," the Joker said, thoughtful, "Good. Keep at it."

Joker walked off to the room that he had held his meeting in, and proceeded to amuse himself by switching off between shooting the walls randomly and gassing himself with his own chemicals.

Meanwhile, in an apartment complex......


Vice walked back into the incredibly small living room from the closet that was supposed to pass off as a kitchen. He took another chug out of the gallon of milk he had carried out with him, and looked around the room. The three channel tv was on, and the news was prattling on to an empty room. There was no one on the couch, no one standing in front of the window as Gossamer was often found, and no one in the bathroom. Frowning, he moved towards the bedroom to see if she had actually gone to bed.

To his relief, she was in bed. Her boots discarded near the bottom of the bed, the covers wrapped tightly around her, and her hair down and spread across the pillow.
He smiled, lingering in the doorway for a few moments, then turned and quietly started back for the couch. Good. He was worried that she'd gone out by herself again. After the last time she went out, she passed out on the couch for hours. It was good to see that she was actually getting some rest, too. She hadn't gotten any real rest in weeks.

"...Vice...?" a voice called quietly from the room.

Vice paused and looked back into the room. Gossamer hadn't moved from her spot, but her eyes were open and looking back at him. He grinned a bit and took a step back towards the bedroom. "I'm still here..." he replied gently.

"....you're not going out tonight, are you?"

Vice blinked. "Um...no. Not if you don't want me to. You wanna take a break from searching?"

Gossamer didn't say anything. Vice frowned and walked farther into the room. "Are you okay? You haven't been...acting right since you went out that last time."

"I'm just....tired." she replied. "Tired of worrying...tired of looking."

Vice looked at her for a moment, then sat the jug down on the stand beside him. He moved over to the other side of the bed and slid into the space beside her over top of the covers. Carefully, he slipped one arm over her shoulder and pulled her close to him. "Sounds like you could use one of these..." he said quietly.

Gossamer sighed and turned onto her side to wrap one of her own arms around him and gave him a tighter hug than he'd expected. Vice held her for a few long quiet moments before she spoke again. "....you can....sleep in here tonight."

Vice grinned. "Oh? I actually get something other than the moth eaten couch?"

"Shut up. If you weren't so handsy you'd get the bed more often." Gossamer grumbled, a bit of her usual attitude peeking through again.

Vice chuckled and took hold of the covers with his free hand. He phased it through himself and let it solidify over himself. This was the last clean outfit he had...but heck if he cared right now. She didn't want to be alone right now, and he was more than willing to just stay here and hold her all night.

Harley stopped behind Joker and carefully sat her mallet back down on the ground to rest her shoulders for a moment. She glanced back at the area around them quickly taking not of any landmarks so she could findthe place again, then looked back at the door as Joker knocked on it.



After a moment of silence, there was a rumbling from inside the door. Gears turning, latches unhooking, and soon the door creeked open on it's own.

Harley gave him a little smile and picked up her mallet again. Carefully, she walked through the door, made sure she didn't hit anything with the hammer, and stopped inside to wait on Joker.

There was a few clicking noises from inside the door, a short pause, then a speaker somewhere in the room buzzed to life. "You'll have to close it yourself, sir. It's not responding again. The wall's not level, and with all the extra weight inside the door, gravity's pulling away from the frame. I need to get some stronger hardware and rework the mechanics a bit so it's able to pull it's own weight." the Tinker replied.

Harley followed after Joker, glancing around the hideout as they walked. Death Raider was the first to arrive, and he smiled when he spotted Harley.
Tinkerer took a moment or two longer to get to the small group. Had to put everything on auto pilot and locked up after all.

Harley's smile fell a bit with Joker's introduction of herself, but she kept it cheerful enough that it shouldn't be noticed too much.

Tinkerer smiled and held his hand out. "Ah, yeah. Think I read about you. Pleased to meet you."

Harley's smile returned and she took his hand. "Likewise. Not a bad job with the security."