[@UnhingedBeaute] « he has one dead giveaway, one little glitch that calls his bluff, that has to be it.

[@GruffCommander] Chato stops short, the worn soles of his shoes sinking into a puddle. He shoots a look at Rick, and under all the ink »

[@GruffCommander] « crawling over his skin, his expression has gone oddly soft. “No,” he breathes. His head moves in a singular jerk - »

[@GruffCommander] « it’s meant to be an emphatic shake, but it looks as if he’s been slapped. Which is half a truth. What Rick’s »

[@GruffCommander] « suggesting just ain’t right - not for him to say, not for Chato to do - and that much is obvious almost immediately. »

[@GruffCommander] « But still, he considers it: what if he took the opportunity to leave? He’d been pining for redemption for so long, and »

[@GruffCommander] « now he’s finally gotten it. That meant he could go on his way, right? He could leave the Suicide Squad behind and join »

[@GruffCommander] « his hermanos again in L.A., right now. He repeats himself. “No.” Nothing’s waiting for him in L.A. but a vicious »

[@GruffCommander] « cycle of death and destruction. That path had led him to the night he’d killed his family, and he’d be damned if he »

[@GruffCommander] « walked it again. The Squad had given him his life back - that’s all that mattered anymore. “They’re my family. You »

[@GruffCommander] « too, Flag, you’re my hermano now. I said I wasn’t gonna lose another family if I had a choice, so I ain’t gonna walk »

[@GruffCommander] « away now.” He squares his shoulders and walks up to the mouth of the tunnel, kicking gravel as he stepped up to the »

[@GruffCommander] « dark and desolate streets of Midway City.

[@MalletOfMadness] Most memories of his wife have been disfigured by the hands of time - Chato tries, but only flashes of her smile »

[@MalletOfMadness] « survive in his mind. Still, that’s enough to lift his spirits a bit, and when a sudden grin tugs at his lips, he »

[@MalletOfMadness] « lifts a hand to mask it. “Yeah,” he breathes, nodding, “She had me feelin’ all kinds of messed up.” And then Chato »

[@MalletOfMadness] « catches her gaze; shit, man, he even stops breathing for a second, because he’s sure he’s never seen her look so »

[@MalletOfMadness] « alive. Harley, looking bright-eyed. Weird that it takes him off guard. With a puzzled look on his face, he reaches »

[@MalletOfMadness] « out and gives her shoulder a gentle nudge with his knuckles. “You good, loca? Crazy’s… That shit’s normal for you, »

[@MalletOfMadness] « right? So your novio makes you feel normal.”