Hello :) this is my first fanfiction so I would really like some feedback and advise. I hope you enjoy it.

All characters belong to DC

Warning: Swearing, and probably for kids 13 and up

Age

15 (half way through)- Harley

16 (starting)- Digger

16 (almost done)- Ivy

17 (starting)- Chato

17 (almost half way)- Floyd

18 (starting)- Waylon

Chapter 1: Crazier than Most

[Harley's POV]

Waking up with a huge hangover early in the morning ain't great but what happened last night was so totally worth it!

I pried my eyes to open to the bright sunlight wishing the curtains were closed, my hair was messier than usual and my head hurts like hell.

I was in my crappy dorm room lying flat on my stomach sideways of my top bunkbed. Lifting my head up with my eyes blinking rapidly clearing my vision I heard a voice interrupting my thoughts and the banging of my head pumping overflowing blood.

"Slept well?"

I turned my head around and saw my best friend in crime Poison Ivy or who I usually call Red.

"Hiyah Red!" I exclaimed though not answering the question

Red shook her head with a smile knowing me too well. "You went out and got wasted with the Joker didn't you."

I landed with a soft thud off the top bunk and waltzed towards my green skinned friend.

"It's not like it's the first time" I said smiling wide like an idiot while Red looks at me with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I left last night" I sighed with regret

"That's alright" the temptress replied "So how was the date"

"Oh it was amazing!" singing out the last word "Mister J and I went to that new night club that opened just last night, he talked business with the manager and killed him when the club was signed over to my Puddin"

Ivy was somewhat not surprised; it is the Joker we are talking about.

Then I continued "Puddin is so sweet he renamed the club to "The Queen of Hearts" in honor of me! Then we drank in celebration." contentedly sighing at the end. Red just rolled her eyes in annoyance of her love-strucked friend.

[Floyd's POV]

On Saturdays I plan to sleep late after losing most of my shut eye because of the torturous sessions from the place society calls high school but apparently when your friends with a bunch of crazies and freaks it isn't an option.

"Oi, Sleeping Beauty wake up!" an Aussie voice yelled following a punch landing underneath the hard mattress.

"Nnnnoooo, go awaaayyy'' I muttered into my pillow

But what answered was a harder punch to the stomach.

"Agh!" feeling my stomach churning "Do you want me to throw up?" Finally facing George Harkness aka Digger who had a smug expression.

"No, I want ya to get off your lazy arse."

Sometimes I wonder why we were friends.

Boomerang (one of the many nicknames he has) bounced off the edge he was standing on and waited for me to get up. While I did I noticed my other friend Chato Santana standing behind the footboard watching the discussion.

"C'mon you promised me and fire bloke here we can meet Jones at the place" Digger said emphasising on the location.

"The place is just right at the back outside the orphanage" I argued

My friends and I live in an Orphanage called "Gotham's Orphanage for the Unwanted", Wow! doesn't that sound nice and full of sunshine! (being sarcastic). Who is the manager, boss, and devil that controls this hellhole? It would be non-other than Amanda Waller aka The Wall. She is a mean lady that you don't want to mess with.

"Well it does not matter where it is we just have to have a group conversation without Harley." Trying to prove his point. It was true, there never comes a day that Harley does not bother us boys (unless something seriously bad happened).

"Now c'mon!" boomer urged us to walk than chit chat, existing the room.

I looked towards Santana for some explanation, he is my roommate; who could have warned me about Digger's wakeup call.

"Sorry man, he really wanted to kick you." With that he walked off following the Kangaroo.

I know it's none of my business but I had always wondered why he has so many tattoos, it's probably illegal to have a whole body tattoo at such a young age. Whenever we ask him he just tries to avoid telling. Same goes for how he got his fire power. But now back to the present I'm just going to follow these lunatics I call "friends".

[Chato's POV]

We were outside at the back of the old orphanage that should really be renewed judging by its exterior and definitely its interior. The hellhole (which everyone who residents there calls it) is built 1 kilometer away from Gotham in a rural area full of grass, trees, plants, and one giant lake. Sure that means we won't be hearing any traffic or smelling pollution but the sky most of the time seems grey. Gotham was and will always be a dangerous and miserable city. Deadshot (Floyd) and I were walking behind Captain Boomerang (Digger) to the place aka Croc's sanctuary. We all had nicknames or what Harley calls them codenames, except she changed her name from Harleen Quinzel to Harley Quinn instead. Floyd's was Deadshot because of his well precise aim, Digger's was Captain Boomerang or Boomerang for short because of his obsession to use it as a weapon, Waylon's was Killer Croc because…well he looked and acted like a crocodile. Mine was El Diablo because I got my powers from the devil himself but I never discussed about it with mis amigos. I couldn't tell them right to their faces because I was scared about what they would think of me especially if I tell them about the "bonfire" I created when I was 9.

Anyways we arrived at the big lake waiting for our friend's appearance, it was where Waylon sleeps and usually hangs out since he was too big and more comfortable in his "habitat". The water does allow you to see your reflection but it had a murky color making it impossible to see the lakebed. The lake reminds me a lot of a swamp.

My eyes quickly saw a movement swaying side to side in the water. The creature was big and scaly moving slow with ease coming towards us, it raised up walking on its hind legs. We would have been scared and ran away but if we did we wouldn't be friends with him.

"What's up?" Waylon asked in his deep rough voice that I wouldn't be sure belonged to an 18-year-old

"Hey mate, we need ta talk to you" Harkness replied getting right to the point, it was really annoying sometimes...or always.

"I'm listening."

"Alright…" the bogan started, looking at each of us one by one

"One of us has to tell that crazy sheila that us guys need some guy time."

"No way!" Shot refused "Last time I asked her that she fucking bit my arm!"

"That's because you insulted her novio." I pointed out

"A, all I said was that he looks ridiculous with green hair and B, she probably would have said no."

"No I wouldn't" a voice out of nowhere spoke

We turned around and saw Harley behind a tree. Dang that girl is EVERYWHERE.

"Hey Harls, uhhhh how long have you been standing there?" Foyd asked

"For a while...I saw you three walking to Jones' sanctuary and decided to tag along behind the trees. Didn't think I'll catch ya did you!" showing her wide toothy smile.

We didn't say anything but stared at her, trying to figure her out which always ends up with no results.

"Look if you guys want some guy time than sure." she kept on talking while tossing her color tipped pigtails back and forth "I mean...I could use some girl time with Ivy and Selina, we're planning to go shopping!"

Us four guys let out an irritated groan. Boys are not interested on what girly girls plan on doing for fun. Though we would not think of Harley as girly, more like crazy.

"Yatzhees!" Harley exclaimed like a 3-year-old was about to receive a lollipop.

"Do ya guys want to go to the hottest night club in Gotham!?"

Floyd, Digger, and I shrugged feeling skeptical while Waylon grunted deeply like an animal.

"We should hang there my Puddin is the manager and that makes me second in command, the drinks will be on the house!" Harley tempting us with free boozes.

Boomerang, Deadshot, and Croc lightened up towards the offer and agreed. It didn't persuade me but I agreed nevertheless. I'm not an alcoholic and that should probably be a good thing since Harley and occasionally Digger would do wild crazy things that may soon cause disasters and bloodsheds. Then I'll be the one to stop them and bring them back to the hellhole safely.

We continued to talk and gossip like a group of normal friends...but that was far away from the truth. We aren't normal. To Waller and Rick Flag (right-hand man to Waller and one of the caretakers) we are criminals/hooligans. To Gotham High we are the nuttiest acorns from the oak tree. Call me loco but to me I think we are una familia.

Yep, I'm probably loco for thinking that.

[No one's POV]

A normal day to them is anything but normal. Each of their lives are messed up but they don't let that stop them from having fun and enjoying life. Gotham City is no place for the weak, everywhere you go watch out for your wallets and priceless items! The group of misfits learn to stick together and through fat or thin they have each other's backs! Most of the time!

Katana will appear in Chapter 6 (sorry!)

Next Chapter title is: Smart Cookie

Thank you for reading!