What was it like seeing Deadshot's apartment for the first time?
That man blindsided me into seeing his place first off. We were on a mission for Devil when he asked me out to his place instead of mine, casual as can be while shooting some of the flavor of the week. āI, Huh? Shot you wanna repeat that Sweetheart?ā His apartment was only known by Devils group, it was his only escape. He had told me multiple times before that no matter what that was the place he actually did feel normal. I always thought about it as his snow globe, the perfect world no one can smash into. Now he was asking me and my hammer to join the party? Shot just chuckled over the comās when I smashed another head into the wall with probably more force then necessary.
āI said, we are having movie night at my place. I even got that disgusting spiced caramel you put on your popcorn.ā For how short we had been seeing each other, it really was unfair how easy he could bribe me into things. So I just huffed before flipping back into the fray āHey, Itās delicious, and fine you gonna pick me up?ā The resounding headshot of the man who had been running at me was my only answer, but had me grinning all the same.
After the mission Floyd gave me a time to be ready, to clean up the blood since he didnāt want to clean it up out of his floors tonight. I wouldnāt admit to him that I was about to jump outta my skin while I waited for him. I even put on my blonde wig since I would probably scare the shit outta Zoe. That was another thing, just going to his place? That was a big step for us, meeting Zoe? My mind was in overdrive. She was ten, /ten/, I didnāt even know how I would introduce myself! āHi Im Harley Quinn, the psycho ex jester who is dating your dear ol dad. Yep. Iām Done.ā I tugged on my hoodie sleeves right when Shot knocked on the door and looked a bit confused at my wig before walking right over and taking it off gently and placing on my empty coffee table with care.
āDoll, Zoe is out with friends tonight. Youāre not gonna be wearing that wig into my house, this isnāt a undercover op.ā He pulled me up with little effort while my heart calmed down about fifty notches. āReally? I thought you mighta had your place booby trapped just for lil ol me Shot. I was just being cautious.ā Kissing him on the cheekĀ when he rolled his eyes and heading out to his car. I could do this. Still a big step. But seeing his place only? Manageable.
When we finally got to his apartment he paused before opening the front door, looking at me for a moment in a calculatingly calm manner I was only used to right before we went out into a mission. āI cleaned up, but still itās a bit messy..āHis voice trailed off looking a bit more like he didnāt think I would be happy about this. So I just laughed and opened the now unlocked door with a flourish. āFloyd, Sweetheart, myĀ place is covered in my laundry. Honestly I would have taken āZoe tossed her toys around and I didnāt feel like picking them up.ā ā He smiled at that before following me, wrapping an arm around my waist while he walked me into the living room.
I almost died on the spot seeing the place. It was a /home/. I expected something almost out of a movie, with everything in its place, and possibly knowing Shot tiles for all the floors. It wasnāt though, I could smell the warming caramel in the kitchen out of sight, the floors were a dark walnut, and the couches ? A absolute mess of comfort. They were covered in blankets, pillows,and was that a stuffed animal? Zoe left her homework on the rounded, second hand coffee table and Shot didnāt say anything as I settled into the couch and looked it over.
āIāll just get the popcorn Doll. Pick the movie ok?ā I could tell by just his voice he was amused by my reactions, but as I melted into the nest of warmth that was the couch and looked at the careful cursive swirls, I couldnāt care less. I didnāt even look up when Floyd came back in with the popcorn and asked about the movie, I only pointed vaguely at an action movie while I ran my fingers over the work with fascination. I could tell Floyd wrote in the margins, little hints and tips to solve a problem using snipes analogies. When the movie started I relaxed even further as Shot slipped his arm around me, and I finally set down his daughters work before asking.
āHow in the hell is your ten year old doing college level Physics?ā
The resounding laughter at my question held me in place. Where I was brought into Floydās snow globe, where I felt at home with just a flick of a switch. Wrapped up in Floydās arms, covered in blankets and finding stuffed animals throughout our movie night, I donāt think I wanted the night to end.
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