Off Target.

The tea house was the one place young rogues could go and get away from their mentors or, for some of them, their parents. It was the perfect place for the young hooligans to relax and have a drink without being disturbed or in some cases embarrassed by their predecessors.

Unfortunately, they couldn't get away from each other.

Whisper glared at his 'friend' who may not be his friend in a few seconds if he carried on the way he was.

Why didn't Conner get it? He just wasn't a ladies man, at all.

The scarlet red haired boy payed little attention to Whisper's glare as he continued to flirt with any of the gils that passed and they all failed. Horribly.

"I don't get!" cried the young sharp shooter. "Why don't the girls like me? I mean what do I do that's annoying?"

Whisper took a tiny sip of his coke. "Would you like the answer alphabetically or in descending order of annoyance?"

Conner, also known as Target, gave him a dead beat look before turning back to his drink.

"I'm not that annoying," he mumbled.

"Not to you, you're not."

He sent a glare at Whisper, who shrugged back at him. "What can I tell ya' Conner? You're annoying as sin."

"What we talking about? Conner's girl trouble or how much he irritates everyone?" laughed J'J as he placed his arm over Whisper's shoulders.

"Both," Whisper stated before he shrugged off the minnie Joker's arm and hunched himself over his drink.

"Oh, I forgot you don't like to be friendly bandage boy, I'd hate to mess with ya' style!"

"He hasn't got any style," Conner laughed.

"Oi! bullseye, you of all people should not be saying that," J'J giggled.

"What? why?!"

"Because you ain't got no style either, now if we want to talk style," J'J jumped to his feet and slid in front of Target and Whisper, doing a little spin before throwing his arms in the air in a 'Ta- da' fashion.

Whisper frowned. "Are you trying to prove a point here or are you looking like a ballerina just for fun?"

J'J rolled his eyes. "Ya wouldn't know style if it came and slapped ya' in the face!"

"I think I know it better then you."

"Oh and why's that?"

"Because at least the colours I wear all go together."

J'J looked down at his bright and patterned outfit, reds, purples, greens, oranges, blues, even a hint of yellow. Checked pattern on his trousers and a purple leather with green around the collar as well as the sleeves, like splashes of paint. His trousers where a bright scarlet red and underneath his jacket he wore an orange shirt with the blue and orange flower poking out of the pocket.

His brasses hung down, green in colour and his golden chain with the little J on it flashed in the light of the tea house as he moved.

"The colours look fine," he said waving them off.

"Umm… are ya' colour blind by any chance?" asked Target as he pushed his scarlet hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall back in front of them.

J'J giggled. "It's hard to tell. Somedays I am and other days I'm not. Besides, who would miss a striking and handsome figure like myself when I'm dressed like this?"

"It's striking. Or at least your dress sense is," Target muttered.

"Or lack of," Whispered mumbled before he turned away from the clown.

J'J frowned. "Oh bandage boy, what did I do to make you hate me so?"

"Try, almost blowing me up?"

"Oh, that. Yeah, that was fun, but it's all in the past now, forgive and forget right?"

Whisper narrowed his eyes. "I don't forgive and I don't forget."

"I can confirm that!" Target cried waving his arm in the air, catching his red jacket on the bar side while knocking over a drink, gaining a well deserved glare from Alice.

"Yeah, well crimson avenger I don't care."

"Crimson avenger? Why'd ya' call me that?"

Whisper and J'J gave him a look that basically said 'really' before glancing up and down his form and then giving him a glare.

Target blinked before looking down at his attire.

Well sure, he wore a red leather jacket and it was scarlet red too, his t-shit, though mostly black, had a red target on it and then his black jeans had red patches on the knees since he'd worn them out.

There then of course was his hair, which was bright scarlet, but he couldn't help that.

"So?"

"Ya' know, I'm not going to bother since you're way to stupid to understand."

"Hey!"

"What, blood buddy? Truth hurts, but my mamma told me not to lie."

Target desperately turned to Whisper for back up who raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Help. Obviously."

"I can't help you."

Target went open mouthed. He stared at his best friend in utter shock. "What? Why not?"

"Because I agree with him, you're an idiot," Whisper shrugged and then J'J nodded in the background just behind him. "That doesn't make us friends though," Whisper snarled.

The clown boy laughed and held his hands up in mock defence. "Say no more, say no more. Any way, I better get going. Got a pretty good date with Luna to keep to, ya' know what I mean?" he laughed before elbowing Whisper in the side playfully. "Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more."

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah. Now I am. Just had to be mean and get it out of my system," J'J grinned before strutting off while waving behind him. "Catch you guys later, T.T.F.N!"

Whisper sighed and turned back to his drink before he suddenly heard a tiny voice next to him whisper in astonishment. "You really think I'm an idiot?"

He turned to Conner and raised an eyebrow at the scarlet haired kid, with sad eyes and freckles across his nose.

He was giving him the puppy dog eyes, something he imagined Target thought would work.

Whisper thought for a bit. Should he be honest and possibly loose his best friend or should he lie and try and comfort the wounded Target?

He mulled this over in his mind before sighing and turning back to Conner. "Conner," he sighed before looking back at the wall and then looking back at the sharp shooter. "I think you're a complete fool."

Target lowered his head in shame.

"But that's okay."

"It is?" asked Target brightening.

"Yeah, it is," Whisper gave a small smile, an odd occurrence really. "Means I get to watch you flirt with girls and then fail in the most amazing fashion."

"That's not quite the reason I was expecting, but I'll take it," Target muttered before catching sight of Dove. "Oh, here's my chance. The master will now commence the wooing of the ladies."

Whisper shook his head as Target tried to strut over to Dove and Whisper could only watch in slightly amused silence as he watched Target try to flirt.

"Ahh Conner…." Whisper muttered before shaking his head. "You may be good at shooting but when it comes to girls… you're way off target."

THE END.

Note: Right well, basically I realise that I haven't used some of my characters in a while and now I have them sorted out, as in personality and things I thought why not bring 'A New kind of Crazy' back? So, here we have, A new kind of crazy. :)

Poor Target, he has no hope really does he? :P

They're will be 50 stories in total so yeah... my others are going to take a back seat at the moment because I'm having writers block with Jester's story and I'm too lazy to continue with my Gotham one at the moment so yeah :)