New Normal

Part One:

Deadshot: Man, it's gonna be hard to return to normal after all this. Assuming there's "normal" left to return to...

Harley Quinn: Whatsamatter, Floyd? Missin' your large adult extra children already?

Boomerang: "Won't get shot of us that easy, mate. You can't pick your crime family."

Deadshot: Y'all know what I'm gettin' at.

Harley Quinn: Course I do, Dadshot. "Normal" is a finite resource, Floydie. Sometimes ya just can't go home again. Metaphorically speakin'.

Deadshot: No offence, Quinn, but *I* intend to go home. Need to. And I WILL. Metaphor and otherwise.

Harley Quinn: Woo, okay, guess we're back to No-Fun-Shot again.

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Part Two

Deadshot: Hey Quinn. Sorry about that "home" dig before. Wasn't cool of me.

Harley Quinn: Aw, don't sweat it, Floyd. I got the thickest skin in this whole operation!

King Shark: HIGHLY DOUBTFUL!

Harley Quinn: Metaphor version, Sharky!

Deadshot: Ever wish you COULD go back? To your old life. Before the clown costumes and brain bombs.

Harley Quinn: Mm, hard to say. Most days I gotta squint real hard to even see Harleen in the rearview. Way I see it, what's the point in goin' home if ya don't live there anymore? Most likely, ya just freak out the new tenants!

Deadshot: We've been around each other WAY too long, that almost made complete sense.

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Part Three

Deadshot: Hey, uhhh, got a sec, Harley? The whole thing we were talkin' about earlier... I think we're both right.

Harley Quinn: You are REALLY burnin' a lotta brain juice on this one, pal.

Deadshot: LOOK, I'm just sayin' things have changed for ALL of us. But we don't have to leave ALL of it behind. *clears throat* I mean, you know, if we don't WANT to...

Harley Quinn: This yer way of askin' if Harleen's takin' on preferred clients?

Deadshot: Yeah, maybe. We get through this, we're ALL gonna need a good therapist.

Harley Quinn: Ha! And you'd let this questionably reformed clown inside ya head? Okay, tell ya what: I ever start verbally massagin' sad Gothamite brains again, I'll put ya at the top of the list.

Deadshot: Deal. So, uh, you takin' the A.R.G.U.S. medical insurance, or...?