This had gone from being annoying to downright infuriating days ago. When she had run away from Falcone's men with Digger Harkness (okay he had actually dragged her along with her), she had just thought he would dump her at the next city and left her there.

She had been wrong and for some reason he had kept her around. At first she didn't understand why, then she had realized he had seen a potential in her abilities, and before long he had her open locks and safes, even though he was perfectly capable of doing so himself. When she had pointed this out, he had just grinned and nodded. "Yeah sure, Dollface, bu' it's easier when ye do it, an' –" he had raised one of his hands, the one who didn't wear half a glove, "no fingerprints either." It wasn't because he didn't share the loot with her. For every hundred buck they stole he would give her thirty dollars. It was just because… well he was an unpleasant person. And not because she had witness him kill another human being, he was just an unpleasant by nature. Downright one giant piece of ass: he drank way too much - somehow he always seemed to have a can of beer hidden somewhere in his jacket - he swore (not that Missy was to good to do it herself, but it sounded vulgar when he did it), he was a klepto had she ever seen one and stole everything he could get his dirty hands on.
The worst part wasn't the fact that he would find some ragged girl in the bar and bring her to the motel room, he and Missy shared to shag her (he didn't care if Missy was in the room), forcing Missy to sleep in the various cars they stole. The worst part was the fact that he was so freaking cocky. He always had a smug smile on his face and a cocky comment on his lips, which made his whole asshole fashion just bearable. And Missy was actually enjoying herself, which was even stranger 'cus she never enjoyed anything. He would often talk for hours (something else he did a lot), and she would tune out his voice and just nod and say "hmm" from time to time, but even then she was enjoying herself. Maybe it was because she hadn't really been around a person who could tolerate her for more than five minutes, or maybe it was because she had to. She couldn't return to Gotham, and right now her only option was staying with Captain Boomerang. Even if he did smoke the most disgusting cigars in the car.

"Come on, not in here." She complained as he lit another cigar.
"What, why not?"

"It smells disgusting."
"Nah it doesn't, it's nice, smell." Just to make his point he leaned into her to blow some of the smoke right into her face, which made her chough for dear life.

"Do that one more time, and I'll send you flying out of this car." She hissed while waving her hand trying to get the smoke away from here.
"Okay, okay, if ye wanna be lik' t'at, Dollface." He sighed and ended up tossing the cigar out of the window.

"Stop calling me that."
"What? Dollface? It suits ya." It really didn't. A doll was something fragile and pretty, but honestly Missy wasn't pretty. Digger was used to hanging around female villain's who's boobs would be somewhat covered from some extremely tight costume, and legs any model would kill for. Missy on the other hand was pretty short, and as far as he knew she didn't have a model's body. Not that he could really be sure 'cus she always wore long jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt too big for her (even in bed). Maybe she was just fat and ashamed, but Digger suspected it was something else. Maybe she was just insure, that would explained why she didn't say much and almost only spoke when she was spoken to and always with her white hair in her face. For all he knew there could be a killer body under that clothes, but to be honest he wasn't keen on finding out. Missy had got to be one of the ten women on the planet he didn't want to undress (Wonder Woman was number one since she was probably way too dominant). Missy was a total opposite of him: quite, thoughtful and never seeking a fight just to fight – which in short made her gloomy and boring. But then again: if he had the ability to tear down a whole building he would probably avoid fights as well. Well no he wouldn't, he would seek them out even more 'cus, come on, it was a badass ability, but for some reason Missy refused to use it just for fun or giggles and was always so careful when she actually did use it. Boring, but apparently that was her thing 'cus she refused to listen to him when he suggested ways to use her abilities for fun stuff. Like tripping a guy carrying a baby or make a hot chick's dress rip or something fun like that.

And yet, for some reason she intrigued him. She was a mystery who held the cards close to her body and refused to let him figure her out. Whenever he asked her something she would answer something completely different, or don't answer at all. She refused to tell him where she had her abilities from, what her real name was (he had tricked her into telling him, that Missy was just a cover), and why she kept looking over her shoulder whenever they were out almost like she was fearing she was being watch. Besides her mysteriousness he did know something about her; she was haunted by some massive nightmares. He didn't know what they were about, but more than once he had woken in the middle of the night because the motel room had been trembling while Missy was mumbling something inaudibly and tossing and turning in the bed, she somehow always ended up sleeping in. Sometime she cried, sometime she begged, but she never woke up, and Digger didn't wake her. Instead he just lay in the couch (or one time on the floor), and waited until Missy finally woke from her nightmare. Something she always did, and always with a scream stuck in her throat. They never spoke about the nightmares, but Digger knew, that Missy knew he was awake when she woke. She didn't seem like she wanted to tell him though, and he knew better than most people that some secrets where too dark to share, and so he never asked.

"Hey!" He came back to reality when Missy's hand connected with his chest in a lazy slap.
"What?" He said, blinking a couple of times to focus.
"I asked where we're going?" He looked around, realizing they had drove quite a while why he had been pondering the mystery that was Missy.
"Louisiana," he said looking for a sign on the empty freeway to see how far away they were.
"Why?"

"'Cus it's a nice town, and I figured ya could go for some N'awlins jazz" The look she gave him just made him shrug. "The museum just got a rare collection of art. An' I kno' a guy who collects art an' want's to giv' me a good price on a paintin'." Why someone wanted to pay for some colors splattered on a canvas was beyond him, but whatever made a guy hard.

"You're kidding, right?"
"Nah man, I don't kid about art."

"Who the hell do you expect you to get you into the museum?!" The smile he gave her was answer enough, and made her shake her head violently. "Oh no. No, no, no, I am not gonna break into some museum and get caught on camera with you!"

"Ya want, 'cus ya can turn the cameras off, right?" She just sighed. Yes she could turn them off, but what if they got caught? What if they found her? She couldn't risk that.

"Drop me off!" He just blinked, surprised by the sudden will in her voice.

"What?"
"Drop me off! I'll rather be on my own that break into a museum with you!" He glanced out of the window, it was starting to get dark, which made him shook his head.

"I can't drop ya off in da middle of da night, what if som' creep picks ya up?"
"It's not night, and Aa creep is already driving the car I'm in, and I don't care, I can take care of myself!" He knew she was right; she could take care of herself, probably better than most girls, but still he didn't stop the car. The truth was that he needed her to break into the museum with him. She was useful, more than any other he had ever worked with, which was why he hadn't killed her to begin with, and why he kept her around for now. The moment she became trouble he would dump her somewhere (alive, he owed her that much), but for now she could get him in places that would otherwise be difficult. Not impossible, he was Captain Boomerang he could get in everywhere, but it did make his job easier and Digger liked when things went easy.

"I'll drop ye off in town." He mumbled with no intentions of keeping his words.

But of course he didn't. He went straight past the bus terminal, and when Missy pointed it out he just growled something incomprehensible which made her sigh and fall back to her seat.

It wasn't until he parked the car outside the museum she realized what he had planned. "I'm not going in!" She was beginning to get angry, which made her eyes even colder than before.

"I didn't say ya had to com', bu' I'm gonna go in, grab the damn pictur' an' com' back. Or maybe I won't com' back. I'll most likely be captured and thrown into jail. Ya kno' what they do to handsom' guys lik' me in jail?" She didn't answer. Instead she frowned at him before finally surrendering. "They do the dirty stuff." He answered, starting to explain exactly how they did the dirty stuff. "They're gonna bend me over an' -
"Fine you win, but I get half of what you get from the painting." Missy cut him off, not interested in hearing the rest of the story.
"Half?! Are ya tryin' to kill me, Dollface? What am I supposed to live for if ya get half?"

"Oh I don't know, what about all your other money. Do you want my help or not?" This time it was him who frowned at her.

"Fine. Bloodsucker!" She just sent him a smile before getting out of the car and following him to the back of the museum where he stopped in front of a big steel door. "Open it, earn ya money."
"Take it easy!" She hissed before placing a palm on the door. The silvery mist around her hands glided from her hands into the door where it disappeared for a few seconds before returning, as the door slid open.

"Lady's first." Digger made something that look like a curtsy, which made Missy snort before walking past him into the dark museum. "There's probably guards here." She wasn't sure why she whispered so quietly. The room they had entered was empty, besides a couple of wooden crates containing various art stuff.

"Probably yeah," he nodded before reaching for one of his beloved boomerangs. "Did ye disarm the security?"

"Yes, I think I got it all."

"Ya think, or ya kno'?"

Missy only hesitated for a second before answering: "I know."

It didn't take long to find the painting as it was placed in the middle of the museum, protected by a glass case. This probably meant that it was both old and fragile, so of course Digger had to throw a boomerang straight at the glass, which shattered the glass and probably destroyed some of the painting.

"Okay let's go!" He said as he took the painting in a grip way more gentle than what Missy had ever suspected a guy like him could use. They had just turned around when the first guard came running, pulling a gun as he yelled "Freeze! Don't move!" He didn't even get a chance to defend himself against the boomerang that hit him smack in the head, knocking him out and dropping his lifeless body on some of the shattered glass. A fraction of a second later the second guard joined, but before he could get a chance to react Missy pointed his hand at him, which sent him flying back the hall he came from. "Come on, Dollface, stop playin' around." Missy was more than tempted to send the captain down the same way as the guard, but instead she followed him as he ran through the museum, laughing like a maniac all the way to the car. He threw the painting in the trunk and almost didn't wait for Missy as she buckled up before he raced down the street.

Missy wasn't one to sit around and watch TV, but this morning Digger had occupied the bathroom for so long, that she was starting to get bored. So she had turned on the TV while yawning, tired of last night's break in. Digger had been almost high when they had finally found a motel, claiming that this was a reason to celebrate, and dragged her out to a bar to fill her with shots and beer. At some point she had almost fallen asleep over the counter, which had made him pick her up, throw her over the shoulder, slapped her ass and carried her home. He had dumped her on the bed before turning on the TV to spend a couple of hours with Castle Erotica, totally ignoring the fact that she had been sleeping on the bed right next to the couch he had taken.

The next morning he had woken with a massive hangover, which he knew only could be cured with two thing: a warm can of beer from one of the pockets in his jacket, and a cold shower.

The cold shower actually did help on the hangover, which was lucky since it wasn't always possible to get a shower the places he travelled. So after spending half and our showering, he was now was standing in front of the mirror cleaning his gold tooth when the bathroom door flew open to reveal a panic-struck Missy. "If ya wanted to look that badly all ya had to do was ask." He said with a grin, referring to his very undressed state. Missy didn't answer; instead she pulled him out of the bathroom and forced him in front of the TV where a news report was currently showing a picture taken inside of the museum with Digger and Missy as they were running towards the backdoor. "-the suspects had been identified as Misery Smith, a young girl who believed to be missing, and the infamous bank robber Digger Harkness who are also known as 'Captain Boomerang". He is considered armed an extremely dangerous and any attempt of contact should be avoided. The police are currently looking for the suspects and if you have any –" The TV turned off, leaving the two in silence for a couple of seconds before Digger finally moved to get dressed.

"Misery, eh? An' here I was thinkin' it couldn't get worse than 'Missy'".

"I didn't choose the name. They gave it to me."

"No one ever does, Dollface. Not everyone can be blessed with something like Digger."

"They have my picture."

"Well then ya should hav' turned all the cameras off."

"No you don't understand, they have my picture." She was right, he didn't understand why that was the end of the world. He had been on the news a ton of times, and all it did was making the ladies even more interested in him. Maybe that was why she didn't want the attention: the thought of ladies throwing themselves at her might not be appealing. "They're gonna find me!" Okay maybe it wasn't the sudden throwing of lady parts that bothered her, and her voice sounded almost panicky when she spoke again. "I have – I have to leave, right now!"

"Wow, Dollface, what's the sudden rush?" She didn't answer, but instead starting to throw whatever piece of clothing she could find into the small backpack she had bought after he had dragged her along on the journey the first night in Gotham. "Missy hey, calm down!" She flinched when his hand closed around her wrist, just like she always did. He knew that she didn't like being touched, and every time he took her arm or grabbed her wrist she would flinch and try to avoid the contact. Which of course just made him touch her even more, just for the fun of it, and to see her squirm. This time he didn't find it funny though, and when he met her gaze her saw the panic she was feeling. It was so clear in her blue eye, and whatever was going on was clearly a massive distress to her. "I'm comin' with ya." She hesitated just a minute before shaking her head.
"It's too dangerous." Her words made him send her an indulgently smile.
"Doll, I'm Captain Boomerang, nothin's too dangerous for me." He was, after all, pretty amazing, so whatever was coming he was sure he could handle.

He might have thought twice before declaring himself ready for everything if he had bothered to lift the curtains hiding the motel room window and looked out the window and down to the parking lot, where two, black vans where getting to an abruptly stop. The cars had barely stopped moving before the door of the first van slid aside and a handful of men dressed in black and armed to the teeth with weapons started pouring out of the van. They were soon joined with the men from the other van. As they stepped on the ground it started to shake slightly. The shaking growing more powerful for every passing second until it had the walls of the motel shaking.
It wasn't the police, or the military or even a SWAT team (although their black clothing made them look like it). It was trouble, big trouble, and it was coming straight for Misery and Captain Boomerang.