4.
Crazy Looks Good On You
The club was different throughout the day, when no one was there and most of the Joker's goons had gone home. Diamante stood on one of the stages, looking out over the cleaned dancefloor and the wiped down tables along the back. Grasping the pole beside her, she kept a solid grip with one hand as she swung her body around the pole easily, her bare feet skimming the stage. Harley had been teaching her how to dance lately, both on and off the pole, so they could entertain at the Joker's clubs together.
Wrapping one of her legs around the pole, she tested her strength and balance as she leaned herself backward, her hands stretching out over her head as she kept her back arched. Only the leg wrapped around the pole kept her from falling.
Exhaling carefully, she continued to curl herself back until her back arched into a circle and she was able to grasp the bottom of the pole. Hanging upside down for a moment, she closed her eyes and held herself there before she pulled back up, returning to her upright position and grasping the pole in her hands again, swinging herself around it quickly as she lowered a bit more to the floor with each turn.
Usually, Harley would be with her right now. However, she and the Joker had gotten into a fight last night and she was recovering from the bruises that he'd given her. There was a guest room that sat down the hall from their bedroom, never used unless one of them angered the Joker enough that he would lock them from the bedroom. After his fight with Harley, he'd grabbed Diamante's hair and hauled her off to their bedroom before he commenced with locking Harley out to stay in the guest room by herself, forbidding Diamante from going to the other woman.
Diamante knew better than to argue with the Joker about letting her in, but she did wish she could have gone and at least helped the other woman tend her injuries.
Diamante's legs skimmed the smooth stage just as slow clapping echoed through the empty club. Quickly looking over her shoulder, the woman's wide green eyes landed on the Joker's approaching figure, dressed in only his black sweatpants. He had done his makeup, his hair slicked back, but he hadn't bothered to get dressed yet.
"What a pretty sight," he purred as he approached her, and ceased to clap so he could motion back to the pole. "Show Daddy what you've learned."
Diamante smiled at the praise and nodded quickly, using the pole to pull herself up once more. She'd only had a few lessons with Harley, usually the girls getting too intimate or distracted to go for long, but she was a quick learner. Pulling herself up onto the pole again, Diamante flipped herself upside down and hooked her knee high on the pole, keeping herself up, her other leg hanging down in an arc as her back arched again, her hands reaching down to teasingly skim the floor.
The Joker continued to approach until he was standing just at the edge of the stage, watching as Diamante danced in a pair of tiny black shorts and tight little halter top that he had bought for her after her tattoo had healed. He recognized many of her moves to be similar to Harley's, though Diamante had more power in her limbs and could go a bit further than Harley when it came to speed and strength. Harley was more flexible and trained, but Diamante made up for that in her ability to pick up on things naturally.
Watching her arch herself back, the pole clasped tight between her thighs, made the Joker snarl in approval and hop the stage abruptly, his fingers skimming at her taut stomach. The muscles jumped under his teasing touch, Diamante sighing softly as she pulled herself back up and hugged the pole to free her legs, twisting her body around so she could spin around the pole once, sliding down just enough so that she could hook her leg on the Joker's hips when she spun back around to him.
He grabbed her thigh, pressing it tighter against his side, as she shifted her hold on the pole to face him entirely, her arms over her head with the cold metal pressed along her back. Looking down at the Joker's hungry gaze made her smirk coyly, stretching forwards to abruptly bite at his bottom lip, tugging on the plump flesh.
"Have I pleased Daddy J?" she whispered in a husky tone, tightening her leg and drawing him in closer to her. "Or does he want more?"
"Any more than that," he started, stepping into her so she was pressed back into the pole, "And I'll start shooting my customers when you and Har decide to play." Giggling at his answer, Diamante released the pole as he took her weight, her other leg rising to completely encircle his waist.
Diamante groaned happily as she arched herself up into him, pressing close as his hands took a firm hold of her ass, pulling her hips into his. Her hands cradled his face gently, though she deliberately scratched her nails down along his cheeks, drawing his eyes to hers. "Do it, Daddy J," she ordered, her voice bordering on manic at the thought of him killing again. She loved it when he killed people for her. "Do it!"
Sitting next to Harley on the helicopter, the exuberant clown looked out the window in fascination, while Diamante played with her nails in boredom. Shifting her nails into diamond and turning her hand, the lights catching the reflective surface, she smiled coyly as she thought about who she wanted to kill the most. Griggs was high on the list, but she knew that he'd be taken care of by Daddy J. There was also Flag and Waller, but they were the ones holding the detonator for the damp bomb in her neck, so that would have to wait.
"Oh, look at the pretty lights!" Harley sang out suddenly, turning slightly to tap excitedly on Dia's shoulder. "Are you guys seeing this? Dia, lookie, lookie!"
Shifting in her seat to look out the window, her green eyes widened in surprise at the sight of what looked like lightning coming from the ground, creating some kind of vortex in the sky. "Whoa," she mumbled in surprise, not having expected that to be what Harley meant by 'pretty lights'.
"What happened?" Deadshot asked Flag, not even bothering to look out the window with the girls. He was sitting on Harley's other side, so he could have, but he was one of the more calm and collected ones of the group. Diamante was relieved that there was someone among them who seemed to be a real leader—Flag was a bit of a pussy, following Waller's every word.
Flag pulled off the headset that he was wearing. "Terror attack. Dirty bombs, bad guys shooting up the place with AKs. You know, usual shit." Not one person in the helicopter believed a single word that came out of the blonde soldier's mouth.
"Right," Deadshot sneered. "Yea, you're a bad liar. I don't know if they told you, but I'm a hitman. I'm not a fireman. I don't save people."
"Anything for a dollar, right?"
"You know the dark places, too. Don't want like you don't."
Flag glared through the dim light in the helicopter, everyone listening to the conversation but no one daring to interfere. "I'm a soldier," Flag argued. "And you're a serial killer who takes credit cards. When the shooting starts, and it will, you'll cut and run." Pointing at Deadshot for emphasis, the hitman said no more as he just stared down Flag with the faintest of smiles on his face. Dia was sure that he wanted to kill Flag a hell of a lot more than she did, so she'd leave that to him.
Harley had shown Diamante the phone Griggs had slipped to her, revealing a text from the Joker, I'm coming for you. It helped them both to relax against the entire idea of helping the good guys. Sharing a look with Harley now, the two women just shared semi-bored expressions as conversation went quiet through the helo.
Until the unmistakable sound of machine-gun fire broke the silence, the bullets spraying through the cockpit and killing the pilots instantly. The controls were fried and the engines for the blades exploded above them, stopping the helo's flight still quite a distance from the ground, and from the target. Harley screamed from beside Dia as everyone on their side of the helo lurched forward, the straps of their seats keeping some down, others flying across the way due to not strapping themselves in initially.
Diamante's body instantly shifted into diamond, her arm snapping out and across Harley's chest to help keep the woman in place. For a moment, it was just a feeling of weightlessness as the helicopter descended to the ground, but as soon as it hit everyone was jerked around at the force, rolling inside the enclosed space.
Those who had been strapped in were released, the flimsy buckles not enough to pin them down in such a situation, and Diamante immediately wrapped herself around Harley protectively. Her back slammed into the ceiling as the helo rolled, before they kept going, ending up on the floor instead. Screams and shouts filled the space, bodies flying every which way as they tried to keep some semblance of which way was up. Diamante ended up getting kicked and crushed a couple of times, but she focused only on making sure Harley didn't take the brunt of anything.
When the rolling finally stopped, Diamante was draped over Harley on her hands and knees, keeping her weight off of the woman, with Deadshot sprawled over her back. He weighed nothing to her while in this form, but Dia knew he could have hurt Harley if he'd landed on her instead. He weighed quite a bit and it was entirely muscle. "Damn, I thought you'd be rock hard," he muttered to Dia as he pulled himself off of her, surprised at the fairly soft landing she had provided. He did get a face full of crystalline hair, though.
Harley giggled from beneath her. "Awesome, ain't it?" she purred, her fingers walking up Diamante's stomach as the woman's luminous eyes watched her with a hue of lust glittering in them. "And she's just so warm."
"I swear to god you two," Flag was groaning from further in, just causing the women to cackle all over again as Deadshot helped Diamante and Harley to their feet, the two doing surprisingly well even while they were wearing heels. Harley located her lost bat while Diamante made sure that her knuckles were still attached to her belt before they followed Deadshot to the end of the helo, where the metal ramp had been crushed closed in the crash.
"How we gunna get out of this now?" Boomerang asked first, looking along the door, with his voice rising to a…rather interesting pitch. There was some space along the edge of the ramp, since the door wasn't legitimately closed but just bent enough to stop them from getting out.
"You guys alright in there?" a voice reached through Flag's radio. Diamante stepped closer to the door, looking around to make sure that there wasn't anything actually keeping it in place. It was just bent from the crash. Looking over to Harley, the blonde nodded excitedly as she backed away from her lover, toward Flag.
"Hey!" she nearly shouted into his ear, causing the Colonel to recoil away from the harlequin. "Mia Dia's gunna kick it open, tell 'em to move or she'll crush 'em."
"Wha-"
"If you do not want to die painfully by being crushed by metal, please step to the sides of the helicopter!" Diamante shouted suddenly, causing those still inside to flinch, but the sound of boots shuffling away from the ramp could be heard through the cracks around the metal. "Thank ya kindly," she muttered, reaching up to grab the roof for leverage—technically it was the floor, since the helo was upside down, but she was still reaching over her head. Standing on one leg, Diamante drew the other up, knee to her chest, before she used as much strength as she could muster to kick at the ramp.
The resounding boom of her foot slamming into the metal came just before the shriek of metal tearing away, and the ramp went flying. Sailing a couple of yards away from the helo, it hit the street in a shower of sparks and a lot of screeching. She could hear one of the soldiers shout 'holy shit!' from the side of the helo, out of the way, as she straightened her posture and returned both of her feet to the floor.
"Well, there we go," she stated whimsically, leaping down the short distance to the ground.
"What a ride!" Harley cheered, leaping down after Dia to jump on the woman's back. Remaining in her crystal form for now, Diamante easily caught her and let the clown hook her knees on her hips, hitching a free ride. She also used that time to grope at Harley's ass and thighs, causing the Queen of Crime to purr in her ear. The soldiers watched her walk off easily, their eyes wide at the display of power she had just given. They knew she was strong but…looking over to the dented, mangled metal, none of them were keen on being in Flag's position of ordering her around.
The streets were eerily quiet, not a soul in sight, with only the soldiers and crackling fires to break the silence. Wrapping her arms around Dia's neck, Harley leaned her head against the other woman's as she walked. Her bat tapped at Diamante's leg with each step she took, an assurance for the metahuman that Harley had many ways of defending herself. Harley could tell that Dia was tense because of the situation they found themselves in, wanting to relieve some of that tension like she had when showing her the message from Joker.
Harley was able to hide her upset behind whimsical moods, her insanity playing a good part of giving her a carefree, murderous persona. Diamante was always more serious, though she had moments of letting go of her inhibitions when it came to Harley and the Joker. A situation like this was starting to draw out what Harley called 'grumpy Dia'.
Grumpy Dia was less fun than give-no-fucks Dia.
"Mistah J is coming for us," she began whispering to her lover, red lips ghosting along Dia's ear. "He's coming now, after all these months alone." Dia hummed peacefully at the thought of seeing Joker again soon. Her diamond lips stretched in a smile, hands tightening on Harley's thighs. "Can't wait to see Daddy again, Baby Jewel. It'll be just us three. What a paartyyy," Harley purred, hands moving lower to dip into Diamante's halter, squeezing at soft, diamond breasts.
They entered a new street, a crashed plane blocking most of it, when Captain Boomerang spun around to punch one of the soldiers nearest to him. Harley leapt off of Diamante's back, ready to fight, as Katana pulled her sword as well. Diamante just stood in front of Harley protectively, waiting. This diamond thief had been sneering at her since he'd first seen her other form. At one point he'd tried to flirt with her, saying he'd just love to steal her away, but Harley had gotten between them with a discrete knife to the man's balls. Mistah J and I already stole her, she's ours.
She rather hoped Katana snatched the bastard's soul.
Katana easily caught up with Boomerang, pinning him to the wall with her sword to his throat, as Slipknot tried to get away using his grapple, scaling the building. Diamante huffed softly as her tense posture slouched. "Well, there goes one of us," she sighed, getting a hip bump from Harley when she realized she wasn't needed. Flag ordered everyone to hold their fire, lowering his own gun, and lifted the hand-held attached to his arm to select Slipknot.
The explosion was muffled, deep into the man's neck as it was, but it blew his head right off his shoulders and left the body dangling and charred over their heads. "Now that's killer app," Harley laughed.
"Smells like barbeque," Diamante mumbled, waving a hand in front of her face as her nose scrunched up adorably. "Now I'm hungry." Turing her head to Harley, she teasingly nibbled at the woman's neck, immediately leaving Harley to erupt into giggles as she squirmed.
"Okay, you wanna keep playing the Hollywood Squares version of "I'll Blow Your Freaking Head Off"?" Flag demanded as he turned to the rest of them. Harley touched her neck beneath her choker, her mood sobering as Diamante pulled away, and Diamante gave him a faint scowl as his eyes lingered on them. "Are you next?"
"You trippin homie," Diablo mumbled, watching as the soldier's eyes lingered on the girls that had been annoying him all night. Sure, they were pretty manic now that they were together, but most of Flag's irritation was stemming from their excessive PDA, which seemed to disturb the man for reasons unknown. Although, pretty easy to guess the reason. Some people just don't understand the wonders of polygamy.
Looking over to the resident hitman, Flag asked again, "You next? Deadshot?"
Immediately, Deadshot marched up to stand toe to toe with Flag. "You just threaten me?" he asked for confirmation, though he almost sounded nonchalant about it.
"Oh, yea."
The hitman laughed. "He just threatened me." Pointing a finger in Flag's face, Deadshot backed away from him as he held the man's stare. Though he did his best not to show it, Flag was unsettled by the silent promise that Deadshot didn't quite say. Ordering everyone to move, the group steadily fell into line again—reluctantly obeying.
Harley didn't climb onto Diamante's back again, but she and the other woman laced their fingers together and swung their hands between them like a happy couple, walking the park. Deadshot fell into step beside Harley, bowing his head slightly to get him more their level. "I'm gonna kill him," he claimed, his anger bleeding through into his words. The two women could tell that he was accustomed to getting his own way, much like Mr. J, and it helped soothe them with the faintest bit of familiarity.
"Well, you better make it quick 'cause he's gonna kill all of us one by one," Harley mumbled back, keeping the conversation between the three of them. Diamante was eyeing the soldiers that surrounded them, making sure that none of them were paying attention to the three criminals other than knowing they weren't running off.
"I'm gonna drop him, the sword lady, five or seven of these SEALS. After that, imma need some help. You down?" he spoke quick and to the point, getting grins from the two women.
"Always," Dia assured, her voice rumbling in her diamond chest, as her luminous eyes slanted over Harley to meet his gaze.
"What about the shit in our necks?" Harley continued, looking over to Dia's. She's tried to locate the one in her lover's neck while on her back, since she was quite see-through in this form, but it was small enough that the natural edges inside of Dai's diamond body masked it, or it was hidden when she changed just as the rest of her internal organs and such were converted.
"Your friend's gunna help us out with that, right?" Deadshot questioned, drawing Harley and Dia to a stop as they stared at him. They rather liked this guy. He was crude, calm and pretty cute to boot. He didn't treat them like the others, as though they were just a sweet ass and pretty face, but like killers that had earned their place in Belle Reve. Diamante and Harley shared a look as Dia's diamond lips spread into a grin before she changed herself back to her usual form, green eyes flicking over to Deadshot.
Harley nudged him the hand still holding her bat. "You're our friend, too."
Deadshot gave a faint laugh. "Stay evil, doll face; you too, Sparkly. Spread the word."
Diamante gaped after him as he walked away, Harley roaring with laughter. "Sparkly?" she shrieked. Sure, Harley had called her that before, as well as just Sparkle, but no one outside of Harley had ever had the balls. If she'd been in another situation, without a bomb in her neck, and she hadn't already decided that she liked Deadshot, she'd rip his head off for daring to call her something so…weak.
"He's teasin' ya, Baby Jewel."
Grumbling to herself, Diamante glared ahead of them before she stepped from Harley to approach Croc, while Harley went to speak with Boomerang. The longer she could keep Grumpy Dia from the man she wanted to kill the better. If Joker was coming for them, he'd want Diamante in one piece instead of finding out she got herself blown up because of her short temper. "Hello, hello, pretty cannibal," Diamante greeted, smiling to the lizard man. "Wanna hear a story?" Croc just growled, baring his sharp teeth at her.
Taking that as a 'please continue', Dia nodded. "So, Deadshot's wanting to get trigger-happy, can't really blame the guy. Taking out all these SEALS will need some help, though? Wanna hurt some people?" she asked, turning around so she was walking backward, facing him as she spoke. "I think blood's a good colour for you."
"You crazy," he growled down at her.
"Thank you," she chirped back. "You're real big; can you rip a guy's head off with your hands? I've crushed skulls between mine, but that's really messy. Ever see a watermelon get smashed?"
Croc shook his head, watching the skinny girl in front of him. He wouldn't imagine her being strong enough to break someone's head in her hands, but he assumed that her ability to turn herself in an impenetrable diamond changed her strength to something…more. The show back at the helo was solid proof of that. "Nah," he finally rumbled out.
Dia smiled coyly. "I'll show you what I can do…if you show me what you can do," she proposed, black lips smirking up at him. Finally, he let out a deep rumbling that she recognized as a laugh, before his hand came up to rest on her head.
"Deal, crazy girl."
Noticing that the other soldiers were rushing up ahead for something, Dia's smile disappeared as she patted Croc's scaly hand. "Can't wait, gorgeous," she mumbled, now distracted.
Moving over to her lover, who was standing with Deadshot, she let her hand slide around the blonde's waist snugly. Harley rested one of her arms over Dia's shoulders, playing with her diamond hair, while the other draped over Deadshot's shoulder closest to her. Boomerang appeared to Dia's other side, leaning on the car in front of them. "Hey," he greeted, winking at Diamante. She glared back. "I like these odds, mate. You just say the word." Considering Boomerang was pretty close to being blown up when he and Slipknot acted out, Diamante was surprised at his eagerness to agree.
When Deadshot hesitated, Diamante looked between him and the soldiers he was staring at. "Come on," Harley tried to coax, but he still didn't seem sure. Before, he was set on his plan and there had been no hesitation. Now…Diamante could tell there was something holding it back, and it wasn't because of something foolish like him being too afraid. He was holding back for something else.
"What you see, 'Shot?" Diamante asked suddenly, before her eyes shifted from green to luminous crystal and turned to look over to the Flag and the others. She saw different when she was using her abilities. Everything shined, especially living things. It was kind of like heat-vision, but in all shades of white. The brightest of whites were the hottest things, like fire, while softer whites were body temperature, and the rest an almost dull grey. Some metahumans varied, though, showing new shades of pale colour. When she looked at Croc, there was a murky sea green, while Deadshot had a faint red tone.
Harley was a rosy pink and Joker was lime green.
"Hold that thought," he told Harley, motioning to Diamante. The woman's eyes narrowed as she looked at the weird, blurry forms down the street. They were…alive, but they were black. She'd never seen black before.
"Something's wrong," she muttered to Harley, her body instantly hardening into crystal. Harley jumped at the sudden change, her eyes widening. It had been a very long time since Diamante had changed the density of her body to match with the diamond appearance. She usually kept herself soft for Harley and Joker, but now she was gearing up for something. "I spy with my crystal eyes, something that is…not human. Not anymore."
"What?" Harley questioned, unsure of what Diamante meant by her riddled words.
Turning her eyes down to Harley, Diamante showed only seriousness. "Make sure your gun's loaded, Har." Looking over to Boomerang and Croc, the woman ignored the Captain entirely to focus on her new scaly friend. "Rip any heads off, let me know."
"Hit 'em!"
Gunfire lit up the street ahead of them, Flag's shout echoing back to where they were waiting. Harley gave Diamante a broad grin before running around the car. Diamante glanced over at a popping sound, watching Captain Boomerang crack open a new can of Monster Energy, slowly cowering backward. Rolling her eyes, the diamond woman pulled her Tungsten knuckles off her belt and comfortably slid them on her fingers. Croc dropped his hood back, prepared for what was coming.
Bullet casings rained at the soldiers' feet, but it wasn't enough to stop the creatures from coming at them, jumping the barricade of cars they had been using.
Diamante vaulted over the car, racing into the fray after Harley and Deadshot. One of the creatures picked up a soldier and slammed him into the ground, winding him enough that he couldn't get his gun up to fire. Jumping once she was close enough, Dia slammed her feet into the chest of the creature, sending it flying several meters away, her heels leaving gouges in his body. The soldier was left gasping at her feet when she landed again, looking down at him. "No time for a nap, little boy."
Spinning in time for the next creature to rush her, Dia jumped for leverage as her fist slammed into the side of the things head, causing it to crumble away like weak ashes. Some of the creatures had guns, AKs, but the bullets ricocheted off of her like nothing. Kicking at one that had just tried to shoot her in the chest, she roared in outrage. "Stop putting holes in my clothes!" she shrieked, delivering a roundhouse kick that took the creature's head clean off its shoulders.
One of the creatures was able to get behind her, pinning her arms down to her sides as it tried to squeeze her to the point of crushing her. Since she made her density that of a diamond, she couldn't even feel the pressure. Throwing her head back, her rock-hard skull broke the face of the thing before she used her superior strength to throw it over her body, slamming into the ground in front of her. Rearing her hand back, she punched hard enough that her first went through the remainder of its head and into the road's asphalt, leaving a small crater.
"Get off me!"
Looking back at where Flag was being hauled away, a momentary grin broke her lips, pleased that the asshole was going to die, before she remembered Waller's warning just as she was ending her little pep-talk. If the asshole Colonel died, they would, too. "Gotta be kidding me. Saving fucking soldiers now," she muttered to herself, running after Flag as Deadshot and Harley both noticed his situation as well.
"Good riddance," Harley laughed, a severe grin baring her teeth just before Diamante ran passed her.
"Harley! He dies, we die!" Deadshot shouted back at the clown, who then spun around to watch as Diamante charged into the fray to save the Colonel.
She was plowed into one of the creatures holding Flag's leg, shattering it into a million pieces. High kicking the other and using its falling body to launch herself at the third, she moved remarkably quickly thanks to her superhuman strength. Wrapping her legs around its head, the strength of her thighs caused it to shatter between them, her legs still hooked on what its shoulders. Pulling her gun from the holster on her thigh, she twisted her body to shoot the last one as the one she was still wrapped around fell to the ground, taking her with it.
Hoping back to her feet as she dusted their body debris off her legs and hands, which was rather disgusting to think about, Diamante turned to Flag and held out her hand.
"Thanks," he offered with as much dignity as he could, shocked at how easily she pulled him to his feet.
"Shut up!" Harley snapped at him, shoving him aside before launching herself onto Diamante and claiming her lips in an excited, desperate kiss. "No more solo saving!"
"Promise," Dia grinned, softening her body so she could kiss Harley properly, though keeping her diamond protection. When Flag went to comment, she flipped him the bird as she extracted herself from her love. "Come on, Baby Clown, not done yet."
Up ahead, Deadshot left the safety of the barricade of cars to step right into the path the creatures were coming from. The others were left standing further back watching, the creatures falling one by one to Deadshot's master aim, barely a handful getting passed him and leaving the soldiers to do their job. He didn't take more than a fraction of a second between shots, skillfully putting them down before they got passed him. Jumping onto a police car's roof for better vantage, he continued his assault on the enemy as the others stood back. Even the soldiers who had accompanied Flag stopped firing to watch him take out the dozens more creatures coming from up the street.
Harley and Diamante were jabbing each other with the elbows excitedly, their hearts racing from the whole thing, as Deadshot finished them off and leapt down again, making his way back to the rest of them. "That's how I cut and run," Deadshot taunted Flag as he passed, holding the other man's eyes. Flag had to get rescued, and Deadshot took down an army. Deadshot 1, Colonel Flag 0.
Suddenly turning away, Harley abruptly pounded her bat down on one of the bodies beside them. After pausing a moment, she did so again and again, continuing to smash the remains of the thing until it was pretty much rubble at her feet.
"Whatcha doin'?" Diamante sang, watching as Harley kept going. From where she was standing, the other blonde just decided to let Harley have her fun as she watched Harley's ass each time she squatted slightly with the swing of her bat. A sly grin spread across Diamante's lips as she watched her lover's gorgeous rear end be defined by the shorts she'd chosen for her.
"Hey!" Deadshot called, stopping her from continuing the beating. "Hey, come on."
"What, I saw it move!" Kicking the thing for good measure, the body jerked. "See! It flinched…I think."
Diamante laughed before she reached over and scooped Harley up into her arms, carrying the woman bridal-style as she kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, I'll protect ya," she assured, getting a full grin from the Queen of Crime as she wrapped her arms around Diamante's neck happily, smacking a loud, red kiss onto her diamond cheek. Flag just sighed from further back, giving up on complaining each time the women decided to display their affection. It was just a waste of air at this point.