So, this is my first Suicide Squad story and I had the idea. while watching the movie and for some reason this story is just not leaving me, so welcome to my brain folks!
Harley laid in the floor of her cell and stared at the ceiling. It hadn't changed but that could be the new meds that she was on but for some reason she thought that they were just giving her water in the shot. Who really knew the truth. Not her, the only truth that she knew anymore was that her Puddin was gone. Part of her felt that it was a good thing, but the other more crazy part of her felt that she was coming apart at the seams and that she was doomed to be alone.
"Get up, Amanda needs you in the briefing room," Flagg's voice sounded from her left.
"Why?"
"Because we have a mission to go on," Flagg sounded annoyed with her but that wasn't anything new.
Flagg watched as Harley slowly got up off the floor of the cell. He had noticed that since they had gotten back from the city and dealing with Enchantress's power trip that Harley was not the same. Who was he to judge the Joker's relationship, but it seemed like she had taken everything hard. He wasn't sure if anyone had else caught on, but at night, Harley could be heard crying and repeating the word "Puddin" over and over until the early morning.
A few minutes later they arrived in the briefing room. Amanda looked none too pleased while staring at the screen on the wall.
"I understand sir, I will get them in the air as soon as they are briefed," Amanda cut the feed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, get ready Harley, you and Flagg are going on a mission. It should only take a day or two."
"What about the others?" Flagg was confused.
"They are on another assignment with Katana right now and won't be back for a couple of days. This can't wait though. I'm afraid that we have someone who is copy cating the Joker," Amanda looked at Harley who seemed to not register what was going on.
"Why would someone do that?" Flagg picked up the file and looked at Harley out of the corner of his eye trying to judge her reaction to the news.
"Because, he was the one to beat. Mr. J was always the top guy no matter what the others say," Harley was barely audible but left the room with a guard in tow.
"She hasn't been the same since," Amanda watched Harley leave the room.
"Not that I'm not happy that she doesn't fight the guards anymore but this new Harley is just.."
"Broken," Amanda finished Flagg's sentence.
"Yeah, I'll go and get ready," Flagg took the file and left the room.
Harley finished dressing and walked to the hanger bay. She didn't even notice that the guard hadn't put shackles on her. Nor had they activated her tracker. She rubbed the spot on her neck where her "Puddin" choker had been. Her neck felt empty and bare. It was how she felt inside. Empty. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was her life now. Missions, and no more Mr. J. It felt as if she had given up one part of her life for another and that the past was so far in the past that she was losing bits and pieces of it everyday.
"Ready?" Flagg pulled Harley out of her own mind.
"Let's do this," Harley walked up the ramp.
They flew in silence for two hours and landed. The plan was for Harley and Flagg to investigate why someone would be copying the Joker. Flagg felt that a mission would help Harley, but the cruel irony of this mission hit him in the gut. Even though she was a criminal and insane, she didn't deserve to be kicked in the gut like this. God help whoever was trying to be the next Joker, he had heard stories from some of the crew that had run with Joker and Harley and she seemed to be the more devious of the two.
"Well, let's go and see what we can find out," Flagg opened the ramp once they landed.
"Faster we get this done, the faster I go back to my cell. I left the floor in the middle of an arguement and I do not want him coming up with come backs to use against me," Harley smiled but it didn't reach her eyes like it used to.
"I will never understand you," Flagg shook his head and led the way to the tunnel system where some of the graffiti had been found talking about how the Joker was back.
"This is a little kid wanting to play in the big sand box," Harley stared at the graffiti.
"Why do you say that?" Flagg looked between her and the graffiti.
"Because, we never tagged anything. We wanted some to know it was us, we walked right into their home. Usually with guns blasting away and laughing up a storm. Those are some of the best times that I can remember," Harley touched Joker's name lovingly.
"Why do you say that?" Flagg would never get their relationship.
"It got me hot. The smell of freshly fired guns, bodies all around, and the laughing at the other guys trying to get away. I could just feel the power and I knew that afterwards there was cold grape soda and a bear skin rug waiting on me," Harley closed her eyes and remembered some of the hottest nights between Joker and her.
"You get turned on during a fight?" Flagg looked at her a questioning look.
"You don't get a little turned on when you are just beating the shit out of someone and using all of the muscles of your body?" Harley stood directly in front of Flagg.
"Can't say that I do," Flagg began to feel uncomfortable.
"Try it sometime hun. Right after a fight, have sex. It will be so amazing that you won't be able to go back to regular sex," Harley stepped closer.
"Come on, we have to go a little bit further to see what the police found, looks like a hide out of some sort," Flagg's voice cracked some.
"After you," Harley stepped back.
They walked in silence for a few minutes. The tunnel opened up to a large room. It was covered in everything Joker. Several punching bags hung through out the room. A couch was in the corner with a TVon a stand a few feet away. A bed was in another corner and several sleeping bags were scattered on the floor. In another corner, a camping stove had been set up with a make shift kitchen set up.
"Well, this is deffiantly a copy cat," Harley looked around.
"How can you tell?" Flagg began studying the layout and its contents.
"Mr. J and I liked knvies covering the walls. Plus, we liked having our own building above ground. He would never go underground," Harley began punching one of the punching bags.
"Your form sucks," Flagg sighed.
"That's why I use a gun or a bat," Harley punched worse than a two year old.
"Here," Flagg stood behind Harley.
Harley tensed slightly when Flagg began to adgust her stance. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and feel his chest pressing right behind her. He stood behind her and held her arms in a ready stance. He began moving her arms in a proper punching motion. Harley was doing her best to keep her breath and nerves in check.
Flagg could feel Harley's pulse quicken when he was holding her wrist while helping her punch the bag. Her body fitting up against his in all the right areas. He hated to admit that it felt nice having her against him and that some thoughts had entered his brain and he was not complaining.
"What have we here?" That all too familiar laugh followed.
Well gang, what do you think? Have I sparked your interest? Please let me know.