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You know, she would have been perfectly willing to go the rest of her life without being hit on the head with a crowbar.

Seriously, she could have done it. Just because a girl sneaks into a gang storehouse for drugs and weapons with a team of motley freak-wanna-be-heroes and started attacking the mostly unarmed, halfway drunk gangsters within, did not mean that she wanted to be hit with a crowbar. It's not like it was on Anonymous's bucket list because, to be perfectly honest, she so would have been okay without some stupid gangster freaking screaming like a little girl and throwing his teeny crowbar at her head—

"And that's why you should freaking get a better day job, idiot, because when people throw freaking crow bars at my freaking head, they're going to get their freaking—,"

"Anonymous, he's already unconscious," Psych said from behind her, arms crossed and body language shouting 'unimpressed'.

She shifted a glare between her now-bloody fists and the thug's now-bloody face. "Huh. Just don't make cronies like they used to, I guess."

Psych sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Anonymous plopped onto the ground, one arm thrown over her eyes as she ignored everyone around her. Her head still hurt, thanks to that stupid idiot moron, and Anonymous was pretty much ready to press the red button because that always meant everyone died, and that was sounding pretty good right now. She was mentally complaining about how uncomfortable the floor underneath her was, sticky and gross though she honestly didn't think it would be any different; come on, these guys were gangsters, they weren't gonna have hygiene—

The toes of a pair of boots nudged her ribs.

"Come on, Freakzilla," Jester said, nudging her side again none-too-gently. "Places to go and all that."

She flung her arm dramatically to the side, opening her eyes to glare at him. "Touch me with that disgusting boot again, clown-face."

"What, like this?"

She snarled, grabbing his ankle and tugging him off balance, but Jester twisted out of her grip and aimed a kick at her as he fell backwards. Rolling out of the way, Anonymous was about ready to launch herself at the brightly-clad teen when black magic froze her in place. Shifting her glare to Wicked, Anonymous scowled at the rest of her 'team'. Psych gave her a scolding look, making her bristle indignantly.

"He started it," she said childishly, sticking her nose in the air.

She would have crossed her arms, too, but they were currently frozen at her sides.

"Are you kidding me?" Jester squawked as all eyes turned to him. "She's the psycho here—"

"And you're the meaning of sane—"

"Saner than you are, freak—"

"Not what you're psychiatrist said, I bet—"

"I don't give a—"

"Enough!"

Both of their eyes swiftly went to Psych, who had broken up the verbal fight.

Psych seemed mildly surprised that they were actually listening to him. To be honest, Anonymous was, too. Why should she have to listen to him? It wasn't like he was her boss, or something. Well, he was the leader of this circus, but seeing as he had after all, asked Anonymous to join, she didn't see why he would expect her to take orders from him as well.

He obviously wasn't much of a leader-type.

"Right, well, um," he said, still seeming slightly taken aback, "We should split up for now. It's almost dawn, and since none of us have any desire to be seen during the day…"

He trailed off uncertainly, running a hand through his hair.

"You're right," Exponential quipped, obviously trying to lighten the tension in the trashed warehouse. "If I was seen with you guys, it would totally ruin my street cred."

Anonymous snorted, and Muse started to giggle, stifling it with her hand. Jester's shoulders began to shake with silent laughter, and Psych cracked a smile. It seemed like the moment was going to pass, but then Wicked, who had been silent for the entire mission, let out a choked chuckle, obviously trying to hide the noise from the others.

The teens exchanged looks.

Expo lost it, falling to his hands and knees as he laughed uncontrollably, entire body shaking with the spasms. Maestro slowly slid to the ground, clutching the wall for support as she gasped for breath between helpless giggles, and Jester bent half over, hands on his knees as he laughed, which sounded incredibly natural coming from his mouth. Psych bit his knuckles, trying to avoid laughing, but even he couldn't do it. Wicked, whose dark cheeks had been tainted with the faintest rosy blush, was actually smiling. Anonymous clutched her chest as she laughed quietly, trying to contain herself.

Because this was stupid, this laughing. Why was she laughing with people she hated? Why was she laughing at a joke that was half-hearted and not that—haha —funny, and totally not worth the breathlessness that actually laughing caused. It was stupid, and Anonymous was trying to stop, but every time she did, she would look up and meet someone's eyes—Muse's, Expo's, even Jester's—and the laughs would start all over again.

Eventually, a few of the formerly unconscious thugs started to stir, and their laughter was cut short. Anonymous's face wore a scowl instead of a hopeless grin, and the other's, save Expo, look grim and serious and not at all amused. Exponential kept on looking around, confused, like he was wondering where all the laughter went. As they parted ways in the darkness of Gotham's streets, Anonymous almost told him the answer, just to wipe the pitifully confused look off his face.

Maybe if they were normal people, they could have retained some of the stupid, giddy happiness that came from the stupid, giddy joke, but they weren't normal, they were freaks, and freaks knew exactly what it was like to live in a world where every tomorrow looked worse than the last and everything you did just led to more pain and suffering, and freaks didn't know how to smile like normal people did. They could scowl and snort derisively and even give freaky sarcastic smiles, but they didn't grin, they didn't laugh happily, and they didn't make friends.

At least, not for long.

A/N: Hey guys. A little (lot) late, and not much, but I needed to post something, so I wrote this up for you. Lemme know what you think! New chapter up hopefully by Monday. :D

Yours writerly,

WNF