Piper hoisted the heavy duffel bag over his shoulder with a groan, his muscles screaming from overuse. He was exhausted, annoyed and starting to question the logic that had made him come back to the Rogues in the first place. He'd spent some time on the 'right' side of the law, both before and after Trickster's death at the hands of Deadshot. It hadn't lasted though; the stress of losing the blonde haired man had unhinged him a little.
Trickster...the man had been loud, obnoxious, annoying, frustrating as hell and horrifically homophobic, but his passing had hit Hartley far harder than it really should have. They'd just about started piecing their broken friendship back together when the other man had been cruelly ripped away from him, but the pain that followed had been far more intense than anything he'd felt before. Cradling James' lifeless body in his arms, sobbing hysterically, Hartley hadn't known what to do. It fe