Harley didn't sit still when she watched TV. She bounced and cooed at the screen and shook her fist.
Wally could sympathize. Sometime he ran around the Watchtower when other people were blinking. But with his lethargy these days, he found her motion annoying… taunting him. But he gritted it down, at least until she wriggled over him. Harley hugged up against his side, shoving her breasts into the side of his head.
"Are they gonna make it out? Are they? Are they?"
"I don't know! Watch the show!"
Harley refocused on the show, which had gone to a commercial for cat food. She groaned. He gently pushed her away.
"Aren't you smarter than this?"
She looked at him, suspicious.
"The sixth-grader with a sugar rush thing. You have a Ph. D. How's that work?"
Harley shrugged. "I dunno. I do have fun, though."
"Prison. Real fun," Wally muttered. He got up and paced over to the TV. "I like living in the moment too, but I can get serious when the time comes."
Harley drew up her legs onto the seat cushion. "When I don't live in the moment, I don't like where I end up." She wrapped her hands around her pigtails and drew them down to her chin. "I cry and Mistah J doesn't like crying, not from his henchfolk. So I laugh instead."
Wally muted the TV. "What do you cry about?"
There was the knock at the door. Harley craned her head with Linda Blair speed. "Yay! Company!"
Wally pushed past her as she vaulted over the armrest, blocking her from the door. "Go hide. I'll handle it."
Pouting, she crouched behind the couch so that no one could see her from the door. The TV was playing a Geico commercial. She concentrated on that.
Wally opened the door. It was just a bellboy, with a food cart between the two of them.
"Complimentary room service, sir."
Wally's stomach rumbled. But this was one of those times when he should use his head. He grabbed a plate at random.
"Thanks, I'm not that hungry."
"Maybe your roommate…" the bellboy said.
"She went shopping."
"Then who's channel-surfing?"
With impossible speed, Wally half-turned, thought better of it, and turned back to see the bellboy lifting a silver platter. Under it was a bomb, three sticks of dynamite and lots of wires, counting down from ten. Wally grabbed the exposed red wire and yanked it out. When the world sped back up, the bomb was frozen. Wally grabbed the bellboy by his collar and catapulted him inside the hotel room.
"Funny, I don't remember ordering an explosive device."
The assassin growled and was just going for a gun when Harley whopped him with a lamp. He fell forward with a classic pratfall. Harley clapped. Then looked askew at Wally.
"How'd you know how to disable the bomb?"
"It's always the red wire."
"That's why Mistah J always made it the purple wire."
Wally turned around. The bomb was down to one second. At superspeed Wally grabbed it and threw a fastball out the window. The explosion hit a moment later, just as Wally pulled Harley out of the room. The shockwave and flames turned their room into scrap. Windows shattered, carpets on fire, plaster cracked. Wally tugged at his collar.
"We'll just… tell them we're a rock band."
Harley looked at the unconscious assassin who moonlighted as a bellboy. "He's the drummer."