Upon entering the green room, the first thing I saw was a big, green, scaly thing sitting on the sofa. Killer Croc. Second thing I saw was a little girl modeling a purple dress for him.
"You look cute, Mary." He applauded her.
"Thanks, Waylon." She giggled.
"Should I come back?" I entered and closed the door behind myself and dumped Damian's unconscious body on the nearest, unoccupied sofa.
"No, no, come in!" The little girl took my hand and dragged me to a couch closer to them. "Cookies?" She offered me a tray of them.
"No thank you." I said politely.
"Oh, please?" She gave me big eyes. "Waylon made them himself!"
I stared at Killer Croc, trying to imagine him in a kitchen. The guy ate people, for christ's sake. Him, baking?
He just grumbled and turned away. I like to think he would be blushing, if he could blush.
I took a cookie and nibbled on it. Tasted good enough. The little girl looked pleased.
"I'm Marion Dahl." She introduced herself. "But you can call me Mary."
"You're the actress, right? I'm Harmony." I offered my hand.
"A pleasure!" She shook it.
I offered my hand to Killer Croc, or Waylon, I guess, but he didn't take it.
"I always shake hands." I commented, not wavering.
"Aren't you afraid I'll bite it off?"
"I'm pretty sure you couldn't. Skin's too tough." I poked my arm with the cookie. "Just shake my damn hand."
"Language!" Mary scolded.
"You ain't my mum." I gave her a look that said try it again.
Killer Croc slowly shook my hand like he was convinced if he did otherwise my arm would snap off. Before he let go, I gripped his hand, hard. His eyes widened. Yeah, mother fucker, I'm strong as hell.
"Who's that?" Mary pointed at Damian on the other sofa.
"Just a guy. He followed me, so I knocked him out and carried him around with me." I answered. "What do you want?"
"Well, we're looking to expand our territory in Gotham." Mary answered. She was clearly the brains, or at least the mouthpiece. "We'd like your help."
"I don't get involved in criminal affairs." I shook my head. "I don't even help Mum or Pops."
"Mum or Pops…?" She asked.
"Harley or Joker."
Her face went pale. She picked up a doll and held it. "Well, we can pay you."
"What did I just say? Do I sound like I need to be paid?" I rolled my eyes.
"You'll get to pound in hundreds of heads, it'll be fun. Just do it." She got huffy.
I laughed at her face. "You think all I like is to pound heads? That's cute. That's like saying that's all Bane likes to do. I prefer Sudoku puzzles, thank you."
"Are you laughing at me?" Her face got red.
"Mary…" Killer Croc put his hand on her shoulder.
I stood. "I have better things to do with my time. Nice to meet the two of you, thanks for the cookie. I appreciate it."
I scooped Damian. Sleeping beauty right there. I made sure my scarf was in place before I left.
As the door closed I heard her shouting about me. I didn't feel bad.
Fresh air hit my face. Sun was setting. Didn't seem that long, but my mp3 player concurred, with many a song having been played. Did the fight take that long?
I didn't care. Time didn't matter much to me.
I fished out Damian's wallet to find his address.
Wait… Wait, shit, this was Damian Wayne. That was Bruce Wayne's kid, that multi-millionaire that Dad had a crush on for the longest time.
Shit. Okay. Um. I was in trouble this time.
Maybe if I drop the kid off at the door…
Oh, Hell, I was a chalk-white freak of nature with shark teeth. What did I care what a millionaire thought of me?
I followed the streets to the address. When it started to rain, I took off my hoodie and placed it over Damian as best I could. I kept his face dry with the hood, but I was small compared to him. I sighed. I was gonna get in trouble for this shit.