(A/N: For those who either are rereading this story or who've read the reviews, yes, I changed a name of a character from when this was originally published. There was a good reason for that and that's all I really have to say about it. Enjoy the story.)

Dave let out a loud yawn as he walked down the street. He was tired but his time as a hero wouldn't allow him to completely drop his guard even after late classes. It was night time and he was in New York so it was probably a good idea to keep his eyes open anyway. He knew how easily crimes could happen better than most. But he was trying to ignore any signs of one. He just wanted to go home without anything happening. He didn't even have his costume with him. Dave didn't feel like he was in any position to stop a crime anyway.

So of course, he felt himself being suddenly pulled down an alley. Before he could protest, a hand covered his mouth and slammed him into the wall. Dave could feel the cold, sharp blade pressing against the tender skin of his neck. "Wallet and phone or I slit your throat." The knife was pressed onto his throat again to prove the point.

What happened next was all adrenaline and instinct. And maybe a little bit of annoyance at not having quiet night when he wanted one. He quickly had his attacker's wrist and in one swift motion, the tables were turned with Dave pressing the knife onto his attacker's throat instead. It wasn't the first time that he mentally thanked Mindy for all the training she pounded into him in their short time together, wherever she was now.

But back to the matter at hand, both he and the attacker were in for a shock. The attacker for how quickly the tide had turned and Dave because his attacker was a girl roughly his age, maybe a little older. She didn't say another word. She just held up her hands in surrender and visibly gulped waiting to see where this situation went. If someone had told him his attacker had teleported away and put this poor girl in front of him when he fought back, he'd have believed it. She didn't look like a threat in the slightest.

Immediately he looked around to see if she was alone or if this was an ambush and then he quickly patted down what he could reach to see if she had any concealed weapons. She didn't put up any resistance and he didn't find anything regardless. His eyes bared into hers with a glare and she remained a quiet deer in the headlights. This whole thing reeked of desperation and there was something familiar about her that triggered his pity. When he asked himself what would Hit Girl do, something he did quite often with her gone, he didn't come up with any options that were acceptable to him. But he needed to make a choice before someone walked by and thought he was robbing her. When you looked at the two of them, that was the more likely scenario. He was surprised she'd overpowered him in the first place.

"Make…better…decisions." Dave growled before letting her go and quickly leaving the alley, wiping his fingerprints off of the knife and throwing it in a dumpster a few blocks away. 'Make better decisions,'? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Sure he was trying to be intimidating so she wouldn't try to follow him or anything and he said the first thing that popped in his head but still. However, as he tried to think of what else he could have said, nothing came to mind. He was tired and just wanted to sleep. Now that the danger had passed, the adrenaline was waning. He wanted more than anything in his life to just get home without any further incidents. Marty's home technically. Whatever. He just needed the bed. Thankfully, this time his wish was granted.

"Oh fuck you, you fanboy bastard!" Marty protested.

"Aren't we all fanboy bastards?" Dave responded with a chuckle. A good night's sleep and a day at the comic book store with his friends after class had momentarily put last night's confrontation out of his mind as he seemed to be his normal self again.

"That's completely besides the point." Marty flashed Dave a grin while trying to remain angry before turning his attention back to Todd. "The Suicide Squad would be out for the count before the fight even started. The only threat they have is Enchantress, and Black Alice would make Enchantress her bitch. No contest."

"Black Alice isn't the end all be all. She's the biggest threat so she'd get taken out first. Soultaker to the chest. It's a magical object, not a person. Done. Your soul is mine like Shang Tsung, motherfucker. Then what have you got who's a decent fighter? Catman? Croc could take the rest of him by himself, Deadshot and Harley picking up the scraps." Todd said, triumphantly.

Marty rolled his eyes. "Knockout, Bane and Scandal, bitch. That's all I have to say to that…"

"Wait Wait Wait…" Todd waved his hands in the air. "You can't use the pre-New 52 Secret Six."

"Agreed." Dave chimed in, the unofficial referee.

"Why not?" Marty turned to Dave.

"Because then Deadshot would be on both teams. Hardly fair."

There was a sudden silence around the table. Dave hadn't actually been the one to say that, as correct as it was. The girl who was behind him and currently holding her hands over his eyes was the culprit. Dave immediately had a flashback of the previous night. He knew that voice even though she'd only said one sentence previously. Forcefully moving her hands so that he could turn around and look at her, Dave's guess turned out to be correct.

She flashed him a coy pout. "You were supposed to guess who I was."

"Those are usually the rules of these things." Marty quipped, regaining his voice from the initial shock of the new entrant. "I think Dave is disqualified."

The girl chuckled and smiled at Marty. Her teeth contrasted strongly against her black lipstick and pale skin. "I couldn't agree more. I like him." She replied with a wink.

"But she didn't technically say to guess." Todd pointed out with a toothy grin.

"Hand over the eyes implies you have to guess. There are rules for these things!" Marty protested.

Meanwhile, Dave had been not only trying to comprehend this situation but also trying to put his finger on what was different about her. It then hit him that she had some of her black hair up in pigtails while the rest of it stayed down. It had a very anime look to it. Last night it was all down. Why he was paying attention to this right now was anyone's guess.

"Who's your friend?" Todd asked without knowing that everyone, including Dave, wanted to know the answer to that particular question.

But for some reason Dave was flustered and blanked, actually trying to answer the question. This wasn't helped by the girl looking at him impatiently as if he had damned well better know her name.

"Go on." She urged, crossing her arms. This only got a chorus of snickers from Marty and Todd.

This was so much easier when she had a knife. Now he was the deer in the headlights.

"Hailey." She finally said for him. Hailey then held Dave's jaw and moved his mouth like a puppet as she repeated, "Haaaaaaaileeeeeeeey."

This only made Marty and Todd laugh even harder. "That's not even that hard of a name to remember." Todd chuckled.

"Yeah, I was expecting something like…Azaleana…remina…lichenstein." Marty stated, visibly proud of the name that he made up on the spot, before adding, "The third."

"Was that a whole name or a really long first name?" Hailey asked, curiously.

"Yes." Marty answered, smirking again.

"Bet you can't say all that again." Hailey smiled, leaning on Dave's shoulders.

"I could if I wanted to, but I'm not trying to show off too much." Marty smirked. "Bro code 101."

"Gotta respect the code." Todd echoed.

"Would you guys just…excuse me for a sec?" Dave said suddenly, grabbing Hailey by the wrist and pulling her away.

"It was nice meeting you!" Hailey waved back at Marty and Todd before eagerly hugging Dave's arm as they walked away.

Dave tried his best to ignore the fact that the way Hailey was clinging to him allowed him to feel her boobs on his arm. He could even feel her bra through the thin material of her black halter top. He tried to focus on the matter at hand and took the two of them to the hallway to the bathroom and forcefully pushed her against the wall. He had fully intended to read her the riot act. To see exactly what the Hell her deal was. Unfortunately he wasn't able to say much considering Hailey immediately wrapped her arms around Dave's neck and kissed him.

Hailey moaned loudly, taking advantage of Dave's gasp and seizing his tongue with hers. It felt like her hands were everywhere. His hair, up and down his back, grabbing his ass, if she could reach it, she was touching it. Dave moaned as well, kissing her back. It was hard not to go along with that much…enthusiasm… His hands instinctively rested on her hips, feeling the frills of her black skirt and depending on how she moved, the silkiness of the tights she wore under them. All things considered, it took him a moment to remember the actual situation.

"What the fuck is your damage?!" Dave growled, prying Hailey off of him.

Hailey blinked, looking at Dave like he'd asked her why she had hair on her head. "I thought that's what you wanted when you pulled me away from…your friends…"

"Did we have a conversation that I don't remember us having that made you think this was okay? Why are you even here?"

Hailey blew out a frustrated puff of air. "Oh so you're the only one who can come here on a Wednesday? I saw you when I came in and…you told me to make better decisions…so I am…with you. It's not like you weren't enjoying it…"

"That's besides the-" Dave's words were cut off when he felt Hailey grabbing his crotch. He let out a visible gulp, acknowledging that she got the drop on him this time, mentally cursing himself for dropping his guard.

"Relax…" Hailey purred, her grip becoming more concentrated on a specific part of his crotch, stroking it through his jeans. "I think it should be pretty clear by now that I don't want to hurt you."

Dave shuddered, just as aroused as he was confused. "What do you want?"

Hailey gave him another 'Really?' expression and smiled widely at him, making more of a presentation of the way she was stroking him. "Sorry, I thought you knew the mechanics. Okay, I'm going to take this big boy…" She squeezed him playfully and then showed off an impressive amount of flexibility, lifting one of her legs and resting it on Dave's shoulder.

She then drew his attention between her legs, gripping the delicate material of her tights and ripping them, exposing her white panties and sliding her finger under them. "…and I'm going to put it in here. And I'm going to keep putting it in there over and over until it goes from feeling good to feeling really good…"

Taking her fingers out of her panties, Hailey suggestively licked them. "And then I'm going to lick it all up for you like a good girl." Hailey was moaning so much as she said all of this that Dave wasn't entirely sure that they weren't already fucking. "Is that more clear?"

Dave visibly gulped for a different reason this time. It didn't help his distraction when she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast with a predatory grin. "Those are…not small…" He muttered more to himself than anyone else, having significantly more than a handful to deal with.

"Nope. Wanna know what else isn't small?" Hailey bit her bottom lip as she reached down and unzipped Dave's pants.

It took Dave's lust addled brain a little longer to realize she was completely serious about this. Hailey was planning on the two of them fucking right here, right now in the back hallway of the comic book store. It was a miracle no one had seen them already. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a quick intimidation and then her leaving, not…whatever was happening here.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Dave protested. Though he quickly realized he just couldn't continue a conversation with Hailey's leg on his shoulder like that. It just didn't work. So Dave moved her foot, taking them out of the pseudo-sex position.

"Oh come on…I know you want to…" Hailey attempted to move forward again, her lips teasing Dave's neck, giving him an involuntary shudder.

"Even if I did, I wouldn't do it here, it'd be in the back." He was able to gasp, separating them again.

This response made Hailey's head jerk back suddenly. "Oh…wow…guys usually don't want to fuck me there right off the bat…and here I thought you were shy…"

Dave blanked, trying to figure out what she was talking about. It was clear when he got it because a very noticeable blush colored his cheek. "I didn't-…I meant the back of the store…"

"Oh my God, you are so adorable and kinky at the same time." Hailey squealed. "I love it!"

Once again, Dave was taken back by Hailey's lips kissing his again. He might have gotten lost in it again if someone hadn't passed by them muttering for them to get a room. It was a jolt of surprise that reminded Dave of why this was so fucked up, public place notwithstanding.

"You tried to rob me!" Dave growled. "Last night. Literally, last night!"

Hailey sighed, letting herself be pushed back again. "I…I know. I'm sorry, okay? That's all I can say to that. I was desperate and I made a bad choice…"

"What would you have done if I hadn't given you my shit?" Dave muttered, crossing his arms.

"I wouldn't have killed you or anything…" She mumbled, uncomfortably. "I picked you because you were so tired and weak… or at least you seemed weak. You're a lot bigger close up. But you were just an easy mark. It wasn't personal."

"And that makes it right?" Dave sighed.

Hailey let out another sigh, her buzz obviously being blown. "Who are you to get all moral and speechy on me? Kick Ass?"

Dave's eyes bulged at the accusation. Once more he was taken off balance. It was only when he saw Hailey's reaction to his that he realized how much he fucked up with that hesitation.

"Are you Kick Ass?" Hailey asked, with an amused tone.

"No…" Dave mumbled. Technically he supposed he should have said his Dad was, but…he hated doing that. It was basically admitting to himself that he was the reason his father was dead. He tried to just…avoid the subject.

"Oh wow…that explains everything. Also, you're a horrible liar. Just…don't bother. I think I like you even more now, Not-Kick Ass."

Dave growled again. This was just getting frustrating now. They were just going in circles. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the emergency exit. It was how he and Katie would get out when they wanted to 'use' the back. No one went back there and if you put something in the door then you could come back in after you were done. But this conversation was really getting into not safe for public levels and that was the only place he could think of off the top of his head that was immediately accessible. He didn't know what it was going to take but he needed to get this girl away from him.

Dave didn't even know how this happened. He really didn't. The logistics literally boggled his mind. When he played it over in his head, he just couldn't see how point A had gotten to point B. This was the exact opposite of getting Hailey away from him. Sure, it felt amazing but that was beside the point. He needed to tell her to stop this right now. That or he needed to forcibly pull her lips off of his dick. One of the two.

Unfortunately, the brain on Dave's shoulders refused to play ball. His body shuddered in pleasure as Hailey's head bobbed up and down on his cock. The hands that were supposed to be pushing her away were wrapped in her hair, moaning as her own moans vibrated through him. The more he allowed, the more he was rewarded for it. The way that her head twisted with each thrust was pure bliss.

Hailey grinned up at him, slowly stroking his shaft with her hands, teasing the head of his cock with her tongue. She had him now and she knew it. "Do you…just want my mouth? Or…" She let the sentence hang, her tongue expertly going up and down the length of his cock, reveling in how it throbbed and pulsed for her. It was such a delicious tease. It was driving Dave wild.

Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and reached 'fuck it', quite literally. Hailey grunted as she was pushed on the wall, looking back at Dave with a needy expression, licking her lips. "Come on, Not-Kick Ass. Give it to me!" She taunted, only to get exactly what she wanted as Dave moved her panties to the side and thrust balls deep, pounding her pussy relentlessly right from the start.

Hailey's body arched awkwardly at first to the sudden penetration, letting out a loud moan and then grabbing Dave's hand, forcing him to cover her mouth so that every other noise she made was muffled. She quickly found Dave's pace and matched it, rolling her hips and giving as good as she got. The hand that wasn't covering Hailey's mouth impatiently lifted her top and bra, grabbing her bare breast almost possessively. Dave assumed Hailey was saying 'yes' over and over into his hand the more he fucked her but he wasn't sure and part of him didn't care. She was obviously willing.

There had been too much teasing and to be honest, too much time that he'd only had his hand to do this for him. He just wanted a release. It reminded him of his first time with Night Bitch. There was a certain freedom when you knew the girl you were fucking just wanted your dick and nothing else. They didn't personally know you. It was an almost primal arousal. All that mattered in that moment was the sex. Just insatiable, panting, sweaty fucking.

Hailey tried to say something to Dave again, though despite her frantic demeanor in trying to get her point across, she made no motion to move his hands from her mouth. Her message became clear when her body violently shuddered, bucking wildly and her muffled moans becoming a scream as the orgasm rocked through her petite form. She might have been hitting the wall with the force of the thrusting if it weren't for the way her arms were bracing herself. After she came, this became noticeably more difficult for her, as well as staying upright at all.

Hailey's muffled moans were just as animalistic as Dave's. It was like they'd momentarily lost their minds in the pleasure. Freeing her lips from Dave's hand, she said the first words that he could actually understand. "Please! Please cum! Cum! Cum! Fill me like the slut I am, you bastard! Give it to me! I want it all!" Through the pounding, she was able to look back at Dave, their eyes locking onto each other and the wild, lustful desperation clear in her eyes.

Dave couldn't help but to give into the demand. He squeezed Hailey against him as he finally got his release and then some, the explosive orgasm making him throw back his head, his body shaking and trembling as he filled Hailey with more and more of his warm load, her own moans begging him for more until he had no more to give. The two of them just stood there, barely able to do even that much, chasing each breath like they'd just finished running a marathon and using the other to remain upright.

Dave groaned as he felt his cock pulling mercifully from its warm resting place as Hailey sank to her knees. He'd thought that her legs had simply given out on her but it became clear pretty quickly that she merely wasn't done with him yet.

His cock was claimed by her mouth again as she frantically licked and sucked the length of his shaft, pumping it with her hands as if she'd die if even a drop of Dave's cum didn't end up inside of her one way or another. Dave was barely able to stay standing with the oral onslaught. "Fuuuuuck…" He moaned, the only thing his brain could get out to express what he was feeling. Hailey only released him when she was satisfied that she'd gotten it all, looking up to him with a smile.

It was infectious. He found himself smiling back and caressing her cheek, which she contently nuzzled against. Dave let out another breath as he helped her back up and the two got themselves situated again, still a bit uneasy on their feet. Dave wasn't entirely sure what to say now. 'Thanks, that was awesome.' seemed kind of…douchey.

So they remained silent and returned to Marty and Todd as if they hadn't obviously left to fuck and came back. Marty, of course, couldn't let that go. "Wow…you guys were gone a while. Not really long…but a while. I don't know how you tell time but that was definitely not a 'sec'," This got a snicker from Todd.

"If we were 'gone' any longer I think I'd have died." Hailey mumbled, exhausted, not even caring that she blatantly had 'I've just been fucked by a caveman' hair. She just rested her head on Dave's shoulder and hugged his arm.

"I could tell. You were walking a little bowlegged." Marty teased.

"Get used to it. Don't think I'll be walking straight anytime soon." This got a round of laughter as it seemed that Dave had literally fucked the swagger out of her and now she was just a witty, sleepy mass in a skirt.

Dave, on the other hand, was just trying to will himself not to blush. He and Katie had fucked back there multiple times, but never that frantic. At least they could pretend that they'd just left or had gone to the bathroom at the same time or something. If he hadn't had the need to sit down for an extended period, he might not have come back. Instead, they sat and lazily talked about comics while Hailey drifted in and out of sleep and Marty made as many double entendres that he could think of. And how many double entendres could Marty come up with in this situation?

The answer…infinite.