AN: I am craaaaaap at writing right now. Probably won't write anymore for a while
There were very few times, Virus stated, that the warehouse was empty. It really was Boner Cat's territory, to be honest, but Crazy 8 mainly stayed there unless there was business to be done.
Dwarf, being the expert, made sure Crazy 8 was out of Gotham that week. Adorable Death cracked open the door to the warehouse carefully. It was very silent in there. She quietly shut the door and turned on a flashlight. There was a soft jingle in the corner, and she whipped her head around to find a girl playing with string in the corner. Death stared, fascinated and mildly confused.
"Who are you?" A voice echoed through the cavernous warehouse, and Adorable Death twisted around again, only to find the warehouse still empty as ever. A quick look back showed the girl was gone.
"Adorable Death, is that you?" The same voice came again, from a different direction, followed by the sound of scurrying feet.
"Who's there?" Adorable Death asked. Silence, then more scurrying until she found herself face-to-face with Boner Cat.
"It is you." He hmphed in disappointment. "Well then." He vanished again, and suddenly the warehouse was filled with light.
"I didn't know there were actual lights in here." Adorable Death commented as she shut off the now-useless flashlight.
"Ehhhhh, Crazy 8 likes them off." Boner Cat jumped down from a nearby shelf. "Something about the mood of the place. Besides, I love the dark."
Somehow Boner Cat seemed different from the one always stuck behind the trash-throne, Death decided. She followed him through endless filled shelves, which were hidden behind the throne. There were teapots, crackers, art supplies, and other various things that seemed like they were hoarded from dumpsters and stolen from the ships in the harbor. Boner Cat pulled out some cookies and juice boxes and led Death to a back table, where the same girl Death saw earlier was sitting.
"This is Lizard." Boner Cat set down the cookies and Lizard grabbed one eargerly. "She doesn't do much but she's super nice." Now that it wasn't dark, Adorable Death could see that Lizard had dark brown hair and freckles and an orange tank top. Boner Cat had short black hair and a red shirt that seemed slightly too big for him. Cautiously she took a seat and a cookie.
"You're being ridiculously nice to me." She told him. Boner Cat shrugged.
"Makes no sense to make an enemy, why not make a friend?" He drawled. "Besides, you're probably going to take the key and leave."
Adorable Death was taken aback. "You knew?" She asked.
"It's what others do." Boner Cat replied. "Juice box?"
Death took a juice box. "Why do you give the key then, if they do that?" She asked.
"Why do you care if you're going to do the same?"
"I was just wondering."
"That's none of your business." Boner Cat snapped. He touched his collar as he said that though, Death noticed.
"You can come with us, if you want." Death suggested. Boner Cat considered that for a moment, twirling his straw.
"I don't hate Crazy 8 like you do, Death." He decided. "This is my home. I'm willing to help you, but I love it here."
"What can I do, then?" Adorable Death asked. "You're doing a lot for me, even if it doesn't seem that way."
Boner Cat smiled. "I think you're the first person to ask that." He unclipped a key from his collar. "Take Lizard with you. She needs a new home. As for Crazy 8, I'll stay here. Even the worst need company and she's a good friend."
"Thank you, Boner Cat." Death smiled. "I can't remember a thing but you seem nice."
Boner Cat nodded. "Oh, and you can find David on the roof." He sang happily. "He didn't want me to tell you, but I think he's an idiot."
Adorable Death laughed and pocketed the key. Lizard jumped up and disappeared into the shelves. She returned with a bag of crackers, clothes and art supplies. They walked out and Death waved to Boner Cat, who waved back happily. Once she got outside, she looked up to the roof, where a dark figure immediately disappeared.
"Let him be." Lizard whispered. "He'll be back."
Death agreed, and they walked back to her alley. They were preparing for a war, or what seemed like one.