Diablo silently watched his teammates, trying to figure out how well they would actually work together. He was thankful Deadshot wasn't with them as he was in no mood to lose his temper again and light up the place. He turned to face Fear as he spoke, pulling away slightly at the change in his voice. Why was it always the creep factor? People always assumed that if you were 'bad' you also had to be scary. Shaking his head slightly at the pair he had been assigned with, letting the now masked man laugh.<br/><br/>When he stopped and asked about a plan, Diablo drew a blank. He wasn't usually the one in charge, leaving this sort of thing to others while he followed along and did his job. For the record, My Alibi wasn't known for its normal crowd so a few oddly dressed individuals shouldn't cause a problem. He opened his mouth to voice this when a streak of movement in his peripheral caused him to focus on it. He watched as the third member of their team took off down the street, scaling the wall of a building with no problem. Diablo waited for the chip to go off, ending her life for abandoning like that but it never came. Cat Woman slipped off into the night, free of prison and free of the team.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to Fear, Diablo spoke.<br/>"Unless you're going to pull some stunt too, let's go." He started walking in the direction of the club on the next street. The neon sign lit up the pavement as they approached, beckoning them into the night club of some of Gotham's notorious night lifers.<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>Joker had been playing with one of his guns, lounging in his chair once more. Twirling the new toy around his finger before gripping it and pointing it in a random direction Joker would make the motion of shooting but would whisper 'Bang' afterwards. Sighing dramatically he let his arms fall to dangle on either side of the chair at the same moment that one of his rings began flashing. Lifting his hand Joker glanced at it and brushed a thumb over it before letting it fall again. He waited for the telepathic link that would give him Draco's report.<br/><br/>He really only half listened to the report, Waller was probably the least of his concerns at the moment. He sighed through his nose and closed his eyes. At the mention of the Suicide Squad he raised a single eyebrow, interest rising. When Harley was brought in Joker sat open and opened his eyes.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Arkham you say? Hmm...Draco I think it's time we paid the Wizard of Odds a little visit. I'll send three men, meet them and break the Wizard out...and bring Harley."</span>The grin could be heard in his voice. He had been looking for an opportunity to get his girl back and this proved to be perfect. Laughing, the Joker stood and grabbed his jacket. This night was turning around, he would accompany the men naturally but no one needed to know that just yet.<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>Waller was beyond angry first her team had started to fall apart, and now one of them lay unconscious in need of a pick up. Oblivion had managed to mess up the signals to the chips in each of them when he stole the information and now, while trying to send the lethal charge to Cat Woman, Terra had been the recipient of, not a lethal charge, but enough to knock her out cold. Waller threw the remote on the table before storming over to one of her men.<br/>"Go collect her and lock her up." The man saluted the woman and grabbed another before going to their truck. Waller was than struck with yet another problem, the teams didn't work now. Fear and El Diablo were still going to My Alibi, but now only Deadshot was going to the GCPD. Someone from the Arkham team would need to me moved.<br/><br/>Pulling out her clipboard that had the names written down Waller went over the Arkham team. Croc was needed at the Assylum, he was known, and feared by many of the guards, and there was no way she was putting Deathstroke and Deadshot together if she could help it. That left Reaper and Harley. Shaking her head she found another set of her men and sent them to collect Harley and bring her to Deadshot's location. They had been given instructions to tell the two what was going on, giving as little away as possible. Waller brought a hand to her temple and massaged it, this group was going to give her so many problems she could already tell.