It was when the group of ruffians reached the outside that it started raining bullets. Between Joker's pent up tension, Harley's psychotic anger, and Croc's hunger, the soldiers were very quickly dealt with. As soon as the gunfire had started the groups had created a tight circle around Maia.

It wasn't long until they had piled into one of the choppers Joker had brought. The group stayed tense and full of adrenaline until Belle Reve was out of sight.

Chato didn't look outside like the rest of the pack's did. No, his eyes were carefully trained on Maia. She was less than thirty centimetres in front of him. Her hands were balled into fists, he was certain her nails must have been digging into her palms. There was a slight vibration going through her body as she reigned in the shakes that wished overtake her. Her head was down. Her long matted hair fell over her face, covering it from view.

As if she felt his eyes upon her, she looked up. The minute her eyes looked onto his her face seemed to crumple. She literally collapsed forward, falling into his chest. His arms wrapped around her as she buried her face in his shoulder, taking in the calming scent of one of her alphas.

All at once her walls fell down and she gave in to her baser instincts. The rest of the pack's heads snapped towards their omega when they scented her distress pungent in the air.

The criminals did not tend to be ones to get up close and personal with strangers, but this was their pack and that was their omega, so they bunched together, crowding around her.

At some point they sat onto the floor, all crowding around Maia, making soothing growls and grumbles. The alphas were all in defensive positions, even as they crowded her, the betas tucked in beside her so that the two of them would be easily protected too.

The pack didn't calm down from their built up tension, until Maia began to elicit warm purrs. The sound of an omega who was content and happy. It was as if the rest of the pack could finally breathe again.

It wasn't until they had almost reached Gotham, that Maia's baser instincts calmed down and she gained control of them. This calmed the pheromones within the air, allowing the rest of the pack to calm down too.

Still, they weren't to happy when Maia suddenly stood up. Harley tried to gently pull her back down to them, but instead Maia pulled her up.

"Everybody get up." Maia commanded in a no nonsense tone. Whoever said alphas were in charge of pacts was a bullshitter, for omegas could control the groups with a simple request, a pout and a batting of their eyelashes. Grumbling the group stood up. "Get in a line facing me." Maia told them.

"Why are we doing this?" Rick asked from his position next to June. Maia very politely ignored his question, instead letting her eye gaze over the line. At the far left was Croc, it went: Digger, Rick, June, Floyd, Joker, Harley and then Chato on the far right.

Maia headed over to Croc first. She reached up to cup his face in her hands, he leaned down to make it easier for her. "Mi niño bonito." She sighed as she ran her hands over his face.

"Yeah, shortie?" He granted eyes trying read her expression. Maia smiled at him softly.

She lowered her hands to his torso running them over his chest and abdomen. She then circled him slowly taking in every inch of his person. When she arrived back in front of him, she asked, "You good? You really went at it them guys out there."

Croc smiled wickedly, "It was fun. Pest control." A smile quirked on Maia's lips, mirth dancing in her eyes.

"Good." She nodded, patting his chest, before she moved on to Digger.

She walked around him, drinking him in with her eyes. When she got to his front she cupped his face as she did Croc's. He didn't have to lean down as far, but his body still hunched over a fair bit. "Georgie." She greeted him happily.

He snorted and rolled his eyes, "You ain't letting go of that are ye?"

Maia giggled happily, "Nope!" She sang. She studied him. "The unicorns okay?"

Digger smirked and nodded, "All good." Maia grinned at him before moving on to Rick.

She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest before cupping his face. "You okay?" She asked him quietly, concern burning in her eyes. He nodded tersely, still so much of a soldier. "I need you to say it." She implored.

"I'm good." He confirmed. Maia hummed and circled him. He couldn't help almost feeling like prey being measured up by a predator.

But as soon as she was there, she was gone and moving on to June. "Hey, sweetie." Maia smiled softly, her voice soft as she spoke to the beta. "We ain't officially met yet. I'm Maia."

June grinned at her, not at all shy like Maia expected her to be- not that Maia cared she was perfect either way. "I'm June." She then hugged the omega. Maia hugged back happily, nuzzling her face against June's shoulder.

"You coping okay?" Maia mumbled into June's shoulder.

"Yeah." June nodded. Maia pulled back from the hug. "This is different, but not bad." She gestured at everything. Maia smiled and cupped her face, stroking her cheeks. After a few moments she let go and walked around June, eyes mentally mapping every inch of her.

The she moved the Floyd. She circled him, eyes drawn across him searching every milometer. As she reached the front of him she cupped his face as she did the others. "I'm good." He informed her, "That what your gonna ask, right?" Maia hummed, to busy cataloging the faded bruises on his skin. She wasn't happy about them, but she moved on none the less.

"Hiya Bumblebee!" Harley chirped when Maia got in front of her.

"Hi honey." Maia returned with a smile as she began circling her.

When Maia was behind Harley the clown teased, "I know I got a great ass but you can see it any time you ask, you don't need to circle me for it."

Maia laughed softly as she continued her circle. "It is quite amazing." She hummed in agreement. Harley burst out laughing, happy with her omega's teasing.

Harley cupped Maia's face before she could cup Harley's. Maia didn't mind and her eyes wandered over Harley. The scars and bruises worried Maia, although she knew their was nothing dangerously wrong with the other woman. Didn't mean she was happy about it though.

"How you doing?" Maia asked. Harley grinned devilishly. The clown pressed her lips to Maia's drowning her in to a deep seductive kiss. Maia kissed back until the lack of air burnt in her lungs.

Harley pulled away, red lipstick a mess and a grin on her face, "I am now." She winked. Maia blushed slightly before rolling her eyes and moving on to the Joker.

"Hi." Maia mumbled to him and she cupped his face, tracing the scars and tattoos with the pads of her thumbs.

"Hello, doll." He grinned roguishly. Maia studied his face with her hands and her eyes, before letting her hands trace down his body. The corner of her lip lifted slightly as she felt his muscles.

After she had adequately explored his torso, she walked slowly around him, glaring at an scars she spotted.

Finally she reached Chato. She circled him slowly, before cupping his tattoo covered face. "I'm fine, loca." He told her. He nodded down the line, "We're all fine, stop worrying. The worst we've got is bruises and scratches." Maia's eyes flickered over them all as she worried at her lip. "You've looked us all over." Chato noted, "Are we hurt?"

"Yes." Maia bit out in anger. They had been hurt and that fact scared her. Her pack had been hurt.

"Are we hurt bad?" Chato reasoned. "Anything more than bruises and scratches?"

"Not physically." Maia grouched, her expression still showing concerned.

"We ain't broken, loca. It's just bruises. Even up here," He tapped the side of her head. "We'll be fine. We are fine."

"Promise?" Maia checked softly.

"Promise." Chato confirmed. Maia sagged slightly with relief. The chopper began to descend. "Well ere home."

"Yeah?" She asked hopefully, eyes flickering at her pack members.

Joker walked forward and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Yeah." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

The pack relaxed. They were all okay. It was time to go home.