Bennie shouted with joy as the group passed into zone one. Looking over from the passenger seat, Sandman could see utmost joy on their face, the relief of being free. No longer held back by BL/ind. He couldn't help but notice the smile on Bennie's face, carefree for the first time since they started planning their escape.

Donnie wore a soft smile, looking content; a far cry from their constant worry in Battery City. Horseshoe had a smile as crazy as his hair.

It was the first time they were able to experience life without BL/ind breathing down their necks, as was common in the Underground.

Their battered, stolen, car was humming happily along Route Guano, much like the ragtag group.

Reaching into the glove compartment, Sandman found a pamphlet for a BL/ind-sanctioned tv show.

"America's Suitehearts," the title proclaimed, showing on a picture of an ancient television.

"What'chu got?" Horseshoe asked, leaning over Sandman's shoulder from the backseat.

"A BL/ind propaganda thingy," Sandman replied.

Horseshoe looked closer at the pamphlet. "Hey, isn't America where BL/ind started, before the Helium Wars?"

"Holy shit, it is," Sandman breathed, "How old is this thing?"

"It looks almost new," Donnie commented from their spot against Horseshoe.

Bennie glanced at Sandman's hand, taking their eyes off the road for a second. After abruptly pulling over and parking the beat-up car, they yanked the paper out of Sandman's hands.

"I remember this!" They exclaimed, opening it up. "Vaguely, but I remember it. It was that one show with the Better Living– the lottery kinda thing? Like, BL would pick some random people to go on, but then they stopped it because it was causing a lot of disruption."

Horseshoe made a noise of realization. "Oh! America's Suitehearts was that one show with the people with the 'joy-like clothes."

"Yeah," Bennie nodded. "They thought it was promoting a 'killjoy lifestyle'."

"It'd almost be poetic," Sandman mused.

"What'dya mean?"

"Y'know, like, people thought that it was showing that 'joys are good, so BL stopped it, but we're joys and–"

Donnie cut them off. "Y'mean like a crew name?"

"Yes!" Sandman shouted, "Because we haven't exactly said 'fuck you' to BL/ind."

"And what better way to say 'fuck you' than to use the name of a show that was stopped for that very reason," Horseshoe said.

"Exactly."

Smiling slightly, Bennie started the car again, pulling back onto the road. The sun had long since reached its peak, and the shadows reached out towards them. Kissing the horizon, the sun watched from afar as the newly named crew pulled into Dr. Death Defying's station.

The Suitehearts were finally free.

Donnie gave me not-very-male vibes in this oneshot so Donnie has they/them pronouns in it. Using he/him just felt off. Idk why. It just did. Anyways... see ya when I find inspiration and write another oneshot.