Okay, I'm starting to hit that point in 'Hidden Secret' where I start running out of ideas, and what ideas I do get either make the story go way off it's original plot line, or make the character very OOC. So I'm going to put that on hold until my writer's block passes, and give you this. Plus, I was bored.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT AN OC.
WARNING: THIS MAY CONTAIN THINGS THAT ARE NOT SUITABLE TO ALL VIEWERS; VIEWER DISGRETION IS ADVISED.
There were two things Diablo hated: hearing Croc snoring so loudly that he could hear him from the house, and seeing one of his friends get upset. But only one thing was easy to fix, and it wasn't the second one.
Coming back to the house that the Squad was staying at for the time being until Waller contacted Rick, after having to sneakily slip an anti-snore strip onto Croc's nose again to end the incessant snoring, he saw Harley through the kitchen window, wiping away tears.
This is not a good sign, he thought.
Going back into the house, he went into the kitchen, where Harley looked at him with tear filled eyes.
"Okay, what happened?" he asked, walking over to her, and wiping away the tears.
Not getting any response from Harley, he did the only thing that popped into is mind whenever Grace did this; which was start asking questions.
"Is this about what Rick said earlier?" he asked, remembering how earlier that evening, Rick and Harley had gotten into a huge fight about how the Joker would get her out of the Squad; Rick begging the differ, and stating the obvious that the Joker was abusive.
Seeing Harley react in the form of more tears, he knew he got it right, and wiped away more tears.
"Hey, Harley, don't listen to him," he said, trying to soothe her. "You never have before."
"I-I'm not..." she stammered, her voice broken underneath the sobs she was trying to suppress. "I'm not going back,"
"What?" he asked, completely confused.
"I'm not going back to the Joker. Rick's right, he'll just be abusive towards me, and-"
Sniffling, she suppressed another sob, and wiped away more tears before they could fall.
"Uh, Harley, how about we sit you down. You look like you're about ready to collapse," he said, putting a hand on Harley's shoulder, and gently guiding her into the living room; sitting her down on the couch, as he grabbed the box of tissues on the coffee table. Hearing Harley muttering how Rick was right, over and over. But when the word 'miscarriage' hit his ears, he looked at her, and she went quiet because she knew he had heard her say that.
"Harley," he said. "You were pregnant?"
"Yeah," she whispered, nodding her head slightly as more tears streamed down her cheeks. "But...I miscarried, shortly after I was put in Belle Reve...And being around Mr. J...it would-"
"Don't say anymore," he said, as he pulled Harley into a hug.
"W-Why...?" she stammered.
"I wouldn't know how it feels to lose a child before I got a chance to raise it. Especially since I'm the reason mine are both dead," he said. "But you've been holding this back for years, you-"
Feeling Harley wrap her arms around his waist, he held her a little tighter as she sobbed into his shoulder, and let out all the anger and sadness she had been keeping hidden for years.
After almost an hour, Harley had cried herself out, but she was still sniffling, and very upset.
"Harley, it's okay," he said, still holding her, and waiting until her breathing wasn't so shaky.
He really hated it when his friends got upset. Because he couldn't really empathize with them, and say he knew where they were coming from; he couldn't try to relate to them at all, pretty much making him a downer, making their situation worse. But he would try his damnedest to try and cheer them up, even if they don't need a shoulder to cry on like Harley just did. And he really didn't want to leave Harley alone, at least not until she showed him that cheerful grin she always wore.
"Get dressed," he said, getting up and heading for the stairs. "I have an idea."
Skeptical of what the idea was, Harley obeyed, and got dressed; going back downstairs to see Diablo dressed as well, holding the keys to Rick's jeep, and Rick's wallet.
"Come on," he said, going out the jeep, and unlocking it from the porch.
"Where are we going?" she asked, getting into the passenger's seat.
"No where special," he said, getting into the driver's seat, and buckling his seatbelt; turning on the jeep, and pulling out of the driveway.
~Later~
"I am so glad you spotted this place on the way to the house," Harley said, as she and Diablo sat on the hood of Rick's jeep, looking up at the stars while they licked away at their ice cream cones. Diablo having spotted a ice cream shop the stayed open late into the night a few days ago when they first arrived at the house.
"Well, I figured you could use some cheering up. And I don't think Rick would be too happy if we went out, and destroyed everything in the city; so I figured this would be a safer option."
Seeing someone staring at him from the corner of his eye, as he bit into the wafer cone in his hand, he turned and saw a man giving him a death glare. And he knew who this man was, because he had a personal beef with him in the past.
"Someone you know?" she asked, noticing the man as well.
"Yeah," he said, turning away, and taking another bite of the cone. "Just ignore him. If he comes over, we both know what to do."
Seeing her shrug, they sat on the hood for another few minutes, talking and finishing up their frozen treats, as the man got up and walked over to them.
"Well, well, well," he said, still giving Diablo a death glare, as he got off the hood. "If it isn't little baby Santana. You know, the last time we met, you owed me money."
"The last time we met, I'm pretty sure I beat your ass to a pulp without having to use my powers," he said, helping Harley down from the hood. "What do you want Jack?"
"I want my damn money back," Jack growled.
"Sorry, I don't have it. I gave up that life a long time ago," he said, seeing Harley get her bat out of the backseat out of the corner of his eye, as Jack grabbed him, and slammed him into the side to the jeep hard enough to leave a dent in the door.
"Hey," she called, walking over to a red sports car, that was the same make and model of the Joker's. "This your car?"
"Yeah it's my car. What's it to ya?" Jack asked.
"Harley, don't you dare," Diablo said, Jack grabbing his throat, and choking him.
"It's a nice car," she said, running her fingers along the polished red metal. "It would be a shame if someone were to...oh, I don't know...do this."
Swinging her bat, she smashed in the windshield, all the other windows, both the headlights, and a few of the doors, leaving huge dents in the car; the car's alarm blaring, as Jack let go of Diablo.
"My car!" he shouted, running over to the red sports car, as she walked back over.
"Sorry Diablo, I couldn't help it. I needed to blow off some steam," she said, giving him an innocent look; though he could see that familiar grin playing at the corners of her mouth.
"I ain't mad," he said, shrugging his shoulders, and fixing his jacket. "Though we might want to get out of here."
Opening the door to let Harley back in, he looked over at Jack, who was freaking out about the car, and shot a fireball at him; melting all four tires, as he got back into the jeep, and drove off.
Looking at Harley out of the corner of his eye, he saw that she was a bit more relaxed than before, but she still wasn't very happy.
"Harley," he said. "Put your seatbelt on, and don't tell Rick I did this."
"Did what?" she asked, before he stamped his foot down on the gas pedal, and sped down the street; her, letting out a startled yell, which quickly turned into a maniacal laugh, as he veered right, and did donuts on someone's front lawn; her cheerful smile returning before he got back on the road to go back to the house.
"Diablo," she said, as they pulled into the driveway. "What was that? I've never seen that side of you before."
"Well, like I said earlier, you needed some cheering up." he said, giving her a smile, and getting out of the car; quickly spraying off the mud that was on the tires with the hose that was out in the garden. "And the only way to cheer you up, is chaos; so I had to cut loose a little bit."
"Thank you," she said, getting out, and giving him a big ol' kiss on the cheek, hugging him close, as Katana came outside; furious.
"You two, get in the house now." she said, her voice stern, and loud.
"Uh oh," Harley said.
"What are you saying 'uh oh' for? Your bombs deactivated," he said, as he put the hose down, and went inside.
R&R. And no, Rick didn't blow up Diablo; he basically 'grounded' him.