Diablo had given up trying to find Fear, if he showed up, he could contact him. Exiting My Alibi, grateful for the quieter exterior, Diablo began walking down the side alleys hoping the others had figured something out and they could be done with this already. Soon however, he felt his phone going off in his pocket and reluctantly fished it out.<br/><br/>It was Deadshot wanting to meet up. The idea of meeting with the man wasn't very high on his list of things to do, but he answered none the less.<br/><br/>"I'll be there shortly." He said. Before Diablo could hang up, Waller's voice took over. Not questioning how bugged everything was with her, Diablo listened. Great, two more joining the ranks. Diablo sighed and stuffed the phone back in his pocket, balling his hands into fists in his jacket as he maneuvered the dark streets on his way to the lounge.<br/><br/>He had never actually been in the Iceberg Lounge before, never had a reason to. As Diablo passed the waiters who all seemed to be dressed in black and white, he found a seat and rested his forearms on the table, waiting for Deadshot, and the new recruits.<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>Joker had heard the elevator in the silence of the room. Opening his eyes, he kept them on the ceiling overhead until the doors opened and the silence was once more interrupted by the hurried sounds of footsteps seconds before he felt arms being wrapped around his neck and lips planted on his own. Smiling into the kiss, Joker placed his own arms around Harley.<br/><br/>"Oh course I found you, doll." He whispered to Harley before turning his attention to Draco.<br/><br/>"Ah Draco, loyal as ever." Joker stood, pulling Harley with him. "That's more than I can say about most of my men." He muttered, more to himself than anyone. Releasing his grip on his girl, Joker stepped towards Draco, crouching down in front of her and lifting her chin with two fingers.<br/><br/>"Why don't you take the rest of the night off? Hmm? You've done your job bringing my girl back." He was in a good mood now that this had been accomplished. True, he would never actually hurt Draco, but tonight it was the furthest thing from his mad mind. "Good dog." He said, standing up once more and turning back to Harley.<br/><br/>"Now my dear, welcome home."