Harley landed with a great deal of grace right in font of the giant pixie sticks. She picked them up with a delighted laugh and put them in her bag. She would have a great and sugary time later.
Okay, now this was just crazy. People had to be watching them at this point. Why weren't they helping? Or even not-helping? Paco shook his head, trying to clear the stars out of his eyes and staggered to his feet.
"No."
Brenda would never let him forget it if he got his ass kicked by a girl that wasn't her.
The thing about crazy people was most times, no body stopped to do anything. People feared the Crazy. Crane should do a study on it some day if he wasn't spending all his time stuffed with straw and creepy.
"Hmmm, let me think about that," Harley said stopping and just giving him a very intense look, "How about, no?" There's a trusty 'pop' gun in her hand. The amo was nothing more than flash and streamers but at close range? It would burn.
Okay, guns? Guns were bad. Even if there wasn't a bullet in there, there was that firework-thing crammed down the barrel. Crazy bouncy gringas with guns had not been on the menu.
"My solo adventure sucks." he heard himself say. "I want a refund."
Paco automatically ducked and covered his face and head with his arms, so while it definitely hurt -- ow ow OW owOW chinga tu madre, it did -- he wasn't about to get permanently blinded or horrible facial scarring.
Provided that he got the HELL out of dodge.
Which was the plan. Everyone who wasn't the stupid kid confronting the crazy person had run for it the moment the gun had made its appearance, so the only one who needed protection was the stupid kid who fancied himself a sidekick so that his best friend wouldn't have to do the hero thing alone.
All Ben was really looking for was a couple of things. Waller'd asked him to Texas here to look into something, which turned out to be nothing much at all.
So there he was with his stupid little grocery-store basket, trying to choose between the whole-wheat and the rye bread when he was plowed into by one of the other shoppers.
"HEY!" he said as he went down, the other guy went down, and Ben's basket went flying, spilling its contents everywhere.
"Tell me you're not crazy too." Paco blurted, before scrambling to his feet and hauling the other guy up. A part of him was wondering how the he'd managed to miss the whole everyone-but-the-stupid-kid leaving due to the crazy with the gun. "Nevermind, gotta get out of here before she finds us."
Ben went instantly from Ben Turner, Ordinary Guy Out Shopping to Bronze Tiger, international assassin and field-exec of the Suicide Squad.
A foot lashed out like lightning, kicking the gun out of Harl's hand and coming very close to breaking a few bones in her wrist at the same time. Only her superior flexibility and conditioning saved her hand.
It hurt like hell, but living with the Joker? You got used to pain. You expected pain, and you learned to roll with it. To the point where it took a lot to actually get Harley to stop what she was doing.
"You hit girls!" She shouted, and from her big purse, came an equally large mallet. Her grip wasn't as steady as it normally would be thanks to the wrist, but still, "I hit boys! Let's play!"
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Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-18 04:05 am (UTC)"And now, I'm OFF like a prom dress!"
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 05:22 am (UTC)"No."
Brenda would never let him forget it if he got his ass kicked by a girl that wasn't her.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 05:31 am (UTC)"Hmmm, let me think about that," Harley said stopping and just giving him a very intense look, "How about, no?" There's a trusty 'pop' gun in her hand. The amo was nothing more than flash and streamers but at close range? It would burn.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 05:45 am (UTC)"My solo adventure sucks." he heard himself say. "I want a refund."
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 05:57 am (UTC)Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 06:28 am (UTC)Provided that he got the HELL out of dodge.
Which was the plan. Everyone who wasn't the stupid kid confronting the crazy person had run for it the moment the gun had made its appearance, so the only one who needed protection was the stupid kid who fancied himself a sidekick so that his best friend wouldn't have to do the hero thing alone.
Paco bolted.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 06:35 am (UTC)Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 06:57 am (UTC)Paco ducked into one of the aisles, hoping it would provide some kind of cover.
Jaime was going to kill him. And then Jaime was going to let Brenda kill him.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 07:02 am (UTC)So there he was with his stupid little grocery-store basket, trying to choose between the whole-wheat and the rye bread when he was plowed into by one of the other shoppers.
"HEY!" he said as he went down, the other guy went down, and Ben's basket went flying, spilling its contents everywhere.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 07:14 am (UTC)Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 07:20 am (UTC)"And I thought the store was a little quiet. Man, I really gotta start paying attention." he grumbled as he tried to gather his things together.
Great. The kid had stepped on his bag of cinnamon buns. Dammit!
Wait.
"She who?" he asked confusedly.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 07:32 am (UTC)The singed look that Paco was sporting certainly wasn't in vogue at the moment.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 07:34 am (UTC)"This I gotta see."
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 04:03 pm (UTC)"Awww, you brought a friend!"
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 04:11 pm (UTC)A foot lashed out like lightning, kicking the gun out of Harl's hand and coming very close to breaking a few bones in her wrist at the same time. Only her superior flexibility and conditioning saved her hand.
Re: Clean Up! Aisle 3!
Date: 2008-01-19 06:36 pm (UTC)"You hit girls!" She shouted, and from her big purse, came an equally large mallet. Her grip wasn't as steady as it normally would be thanks to the wrist, but still, "I hit boys! Let's play!"