Dangerously Sane:

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Chapter Seven:

"Where's ya motivational speech?" Harley asked, walking up by Anya swinging her bat mid air. "Gonna tell us not to hit anyone?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows at her with a mischievous grin on her face.

Anya glanced over at Rick, seeing that he wasn't within hearing distance. She shrugged her shoulders, in a non verbal response. Deadshot took a few steps forward, darting a dirty look over at Rick, not attempting to mask his dislike of him. "You gotta do better than Boy Soldier over there."

Anya paused for a second, a small smirk going on her face. Boy Soldier. "Great minds think alike." She muttered under her breath. "Seriously though, those chips or whatever the hell they are- he's got full control."

"Do ya want us to get blasted into smithereens?" Boomerang asked, winking at Anya. She rolled her eyes in response to him, shaking her head. He took a step forward, "Motivational speech - go on. I'm sure ya got the brains, girl."

Anya sighed out loud, rolling her eyes at him. "Okay, firstly - Aussie, you're coming on to me way too strongly."

"Motivational speech?" Deadshot asked, folding his arms.

She smirked at him, clearing her throat. "Hold on to your hats cause Imma knock this shit out of the park...Go team, rah(!) Group hug and stand united."

There was a moments silence, before Harley whooped out loud making everybody look over to her. She shrugged, feigning an innocent look. "What? I liked it!"

"Gotta say-" Deadshot said, glancing over at Rick who was walking towards them. "Way better than his - less of a stick up your ass."

"Tell me about it." She muttered in response, stretching her arms out whilst stifling a yawn. She looked over at each of the Task Force that was stood around and neither one of them looked like they wanted to be here, anymore than she did. They all wore the same look of boredom and thinking of any possible way to make an escape out of it. Minus the fact of the detonators in their necks. All of them had the same expression, apart from El Diablo. He looked at Anya as if he knew exactly who she was and what she did. She read a lot about him in the file that was given to her, the crimes that happened and his regret over it. Furthermore, the point that he made about never wanting to use his powers again. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen, if push comes to shove.

"Anya-" Rick announced, making her come back to reality. He shot a look at the Task Force, before leaning in slightly. "Everything okay here?"

"Why ya so protective over her?" Harley asked, blowing a bubble and making it pop, with a small cackle.

He inhaled slowly, turning to face her. "Excuse me?" He asked, his voice laced with disdain.

Harley shrugged in response. "Just sayin'... Ya gotta like someone a whole lot to get protective over 'em."

"Lady - this is your last warning." Rick warned her, pointing at her.

"Rick - chill out, it's a joke." Anya commented, raising an eyebrow at him.

Harley blew another bubble, walking around Rick, clearly toying with him. "She got ya on a leash, huh? That's girl power."

Anya looked at Rick seeing that he was about to lose it. "I'll handle this." She told him, walking towards Harley and motioning for her to follow her away from earshot of the others. Harley followed her, walking with confidence, her bat resting on her shoulder.

"Girl talk?"

"You're kinda pushing his buttons..." Anya told her.

"Cause it's fun." Harley replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Trust me - I get that." She responded. "But, er, I have no control over the detonators that they're using against you guys and he does...Have full control. So, it might be a good idea to kinda stay on his good side." Harley pouted, twirling around a string of her hair in her fingers. "Just the lower the sass a little."

She nodded. "What if he ain't near?"

"Then do whatever you want, apart from try to escape cause Y'know-" She pointed to her neck and back at Rick, making a sound of a small explosion.

Harley opened her mouth to speak again, but paused placing her hand on her hip. "Whatcha doing?" She asked Deadshot who approached them both.

"I need to know-" He said, looking at Anya. "What we going in for?"

She paused for a moment, looking over at Rick who was busy talking to Boomerang, who no doubt was giving him sass. "Confidential stuff...I think." She finally replied, not bothering to try and pretend that she did know.

He chuckled lowly to himself, shaking his head. "You don't know yourself - do you?"

"Hey!" Rick called, making them all look over in his direction. "Wheel's up in five - make your way there."

"Catch ya on the other side." Harley said to Anya, laughing to herself and walking off, with confidence.

Anya cleared her throat, following in her direction. "Hey-" She heard Deadshot say, making her slow down her pace so that he could catch up. "I need to speak to you."

She scanned the area, seeing the place full of soldiers busy with their duties and not too far ahead was Rick with the rest of his team and Task Force X heading towards the chopper. There were too many people, not a time to risk being overheard. "Now is not the time." She replied, lowering her voice slightly.

"I remember you."

Anya stopped in her tracks for a second, before carrying on walking. "Of course you do - I remember you too. But now ain't the time - unless you wanna raise suspicion." She looked at him and motioned to the numerous soldiers around them.

"When can we speak?" He asked her, walking alongside her in the same nonchalant manner. To any passerby they just looked like two colleagues walking, not discussing something which could get her in major trouble or even, killed.

"Oh, I don't know." She sarcastically responded. "When we're not surrounded by soldiers looking for any reason to shoot you."

He let out a single laugh, shaking head. "That'll be a good start...You don't blend in with them."

"I never blend in anywhere."

"Outsider, right?" He asked her, nodding to himself. "Lone wolf...minimum friends. You got more in common with us than them - so why work for them?"

Anya smirked lightly, still wondering that question herself. "Once I figure that out - I'll let ya know." She looked up at Rick, who was standing by the platform waiting for them. "Hey."

"We all set?" He asked, not taking his eyes Deadshot as he walked past him. He motioned for Anya to walk up first.

"Yep." She replied, checking her guns were secure in her jacket, alongside the ammo which she had received earlier.

"He give you any trouble?"

"Rick..." She muttered stopping where she was, aware that numerous eyes were on her. "They're capable of talking to me without having an ulterior motive."

"They're criminals." He replied, pointedly looking over at where the Task Force X was seated. Harley winked at him, whilst the majority of them just glared at him.

"So are you." Anya commented, looking around for somewhere to sit. He opened his mouth to respond and she held up a hand, cutting him off. "I'm messing with ya - Jeez... Where we at?"

"You wanna sit next to me?" Harley asked her, to which Anya just hummed in response and went to walk over.

"You sit over this side." Rick quickly told her, placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her walking over.

Anya cleared her throat and moved over, so that she was seated opposite Deadshot. Rick took a seat next to her with an empty seat left beside him. She looked down towards the other Soldiers who seemed to be holding on to their weapons very tightly, darting occasional glances at the Task Force Team. "Reserved seating?" Anya muttered to Rick, noting the clear divide.

"You can't be trusted sitting next to them." He quickly responded, closing his eyes immediately after speaking, realising his mistake.

"I can't be-"

"-I meant them."

"Aw... Look at him - he looks so cute gettin' flustered!" Harley commented to Deadshot.

Anya tried not to smirk at the comment, instead glancing down towards the still open door. "We waiting on anyone else?"

"Just one - Katana."