parting_shot:

Okay, so the city was dirty, noisy, filled with poorly lit blocks, and had a populace that sometimes seemed as ready to hit you with their car as look at you.. but Richie was getting used to Gotham. At least there was always plenty of work to be done. The trick was in finding gigs that payed per job, instead of by the hour. Yeah, that was a mistake he'd already learned not to make with temp agencies. Another week, and he might actually be able to start looking for a room!

Maybe. He still wasn't sure if he felt safe settling anywhere just yet. The people who came after his parents might still be looking for him.

But today, there's the trainyard. Cleanup duty was simple enough. Make sure you hit the markers so people know what track you're on, make sure there's no debris, and walk the fences to make sure there's no holes for people to get in.

Of course, that had been before an arriving unmarked engine had transformed into a robot and started busting up the joint, but we can't always have what we want from a given day.

dc_misc:

The Suicide Squad members were deposited in Gotham not far from where intelligence said the Joker was making his headquarters.

dc_checkmate:

Amber called the Suicide Squad in for a briefing for their next assignment.

firecracker_:

After the poker game and twenty some beers later; Devony got a little rowdy. She kept teasing Mano until he bit her a little. Who knew Devony had a sassy alter ego when drunk.

On top of that she even wanted go burn up the city, it took a few of her teammates to restrain her and convince her other wise. She did manage to burn a few things, punched Jerry in the nose, kicked Dean and Tomas and many other idiotic things.

Currently she was doing a balancing act/show on top of the roof (escaped from whomever was looking after her). She kept laughing and yelling out profanity in Spanish. Devony got a hold of some more beer, which only made her even more drunk.

its_a_living:

After his talk with Carolyn about it Dean started running with the idea. He had sent out enough texts, messages, emails, notes, and post-its that it wouldn't take telepathy to know you would have to be lying to say you didn't hear about poker night. Dean had a table set up in the rec room with beer, soda and snacks for people. He was laying down on a couch shuffling cards.

its_a_living:

Dean woke up with his head throbbing painfully. Apparently he had drunk too much the night before. But Dean was enjoying getting away from the Suicide Squad based. Even if he must have enjoyed himself a little too much the night before. Which probably explained why he had woken up in what he was pretty sure was Gotham City jail. It was good to see that his fake id had held up to the cops though judging by how he wasn't under high security.