Most would probably think White foolish to be giving this yet another attempt. However, the facts were that any option available to him held the same future. White had no delusions about how his life would end. Few made it to retirement in his field. (Besides, he would have gladly returned only to see the look on Henshaw's face when he walked into the hideout the next day, which was priceless.)
Harley was true to her word and didn't give White so much as a second glance, or even a first for that matter. To say their last encounter had no effect on him wouldn't be true, but it wasn't in a positive way. Due to the naivety she had exhibited, she now came across as silly and out of place to him. (To be honest, she always had but he'd assumed it was part of her act.) He found it difficult to give her the respect that was expected of him and prayed that he could fake it well should the need arise.
Things had been quiet and they really hadn't been asked to pull anything major since Joker's return. He seemed to be in a good place and the help was full and relatively happy. White couldn't have been more relieved at this when a familiar face appeared, looking for a job. He was called Rumble and not much was known about him. What was known was that the guy was crazy. A real nutjob. He was one of the few that had actually been placed in the asylum along with the other freaks. It was generally understood that in Gotham you were bound to work for some crazies, but to have one working that close alongside you was something else all together.
So when Rumble entered the hideout, both White and Henshaw exchanged knowing glances and made to intercept him before he talked to the boss.
"You two ladies come to greet me? How nice!" Rumble began, knowing full well that was not their intent.
"Whatcha doin' here?" Henshaw wasted no time in idle chit chat and stretched himself out as much as he could to make very clear how much bigger he was.
"Oh, y'know, just lookin' for work. The J-man is always fun to work with. Really lets ya mess people up."
"The boss isn't lookin' for anybody new. Sorry," White flatly informed the man.
"Well, I don't know about that," Joker drawled, surprising the men as he came up behind them. "What do you bring to the table?" But to Joker's annoyance, Rumble suddenly seemed distracted by something on the floor. A large rat was scurry past the group's feet. Rumble held up his hand to pause the Joker, which he clearly found insulting, and White and Henshaw moved out of the way as things looked like the were going to become deadly.
Rumble didn't seem to notice the dangerous situation he was in as he pulled a large, worn knife from his pocket and skewered the rat in a split second. He then used the knife to hack off the rat's tail and, to the disgust of many, placed it in his mouth and slurped it up as though it were a piece of spaghetti.
After he finished his snack, he turned back to the Joker and calmly said, "I'm sorry. What was it you asked?"
Joker's anger had quickly subsided at the entertaining show and he grinned as he quickly replied, "You're hired. Be prepared to do that trick for me whenever I ask."
"Cool. But they said you were full up," he nodded toward White and Henshaw, who quickly darted their gaze in any direction other than their boss in an attempt to not appear the culprit.
"We can fix that," Joker commented in amusement, deciding to play along. He quickly cocked his gun and blasted the first henchman he saw. Unfortunately, it was Twitchy. "Goddammit!" he cursed and walked over to his broken toy. He nudged the body a bit with his foot in the vain hope he might jump up and then stalked away, thoroughly annoyed, when the body just laid there.
"Three days!" White quickly shouted in triumph after Joker left. "What'd I tell you?"
"That doesn't count!" Tag retaliated. "The boss didn't mean to kill him. Twitchy is just really unlucky."
"You mean he was really unlucky," Henshaw corrected as he started to haul the body away.
"It's not my fault the boss wasn't payin' attention," White continued to argue, but dropped it quickly when he saw Rumble beginning to make himself comfortable. "Ah hell."