Description: Suicide Squad reboot with much more Joker – When Rick Flag's girlfriend loses control over her powerful counterpart on a Squad mission, Rick Flag's only option with the benevolent meta-human Superman dead is to rely on his squad consisting of villains from Belle Reve.

Disclaimer: Don't own the series, nope. This is just a rewrite by completely fixing the movie's plot and making it a) a bit more realistic and b) more joker and c) darker. Enjoy!

June was screaming.

Or was she?

Her conscience felt light, almost adrift, but her body felt like it was being dragged down into dark, cold depths. Her limbs were like lead—she couldn't move them, not even an inch. She could hear herself thinking, panicking, screaming, as the cave around her began rumbling and human skulls piled and piled upon each other began rattling.

And the little stone figurine, with its head disembodied from its shoulders, leering up at her. The stone figurine's face was barely recognizable—only the shape of its body indicated that it was supposed to be a representation of a female. But as June stared down at the head, she could feel it, no, she could hear it mocking her.

Oh, June. A soft voice whispered, as June fell into a lull. June, June, June.

Who's there? June wanted to yell. But no sound came out from her parched throat, and as June stood there, in her newest discovery, a black wisp of some other-worldly gas began slowly emitting from the crack between the head and the body of the stone figurine. It rose slowly, tauntingly, as if laughing at June as the young archeologist fought to have control over her body.

You, and I… Are going to have so much fun.

And the last thing June remembered before finally regaining control over her body as the cave came crashing down around her was the black mist enveloping her.

June's eyes flickered open. Everything was white. There was no rubble, debris, or skulls around her—no, she was in a hospital wing. Or what looked like a hospital wing.

She registered the even beating of her heart monitor, and the softness of the bed sheets on the tip of her fingers. Definitely a hospital wing. It was all real. And so was the nurse staring down at her in surprise and shock.

"Miss? Miss, do you see me?" The nurse asked, her tone calm and steady.

"… Yes, yes, I do." June managed to croak out, her throat feeling scratched and prickly as she forced her voice out. She stretched her two legs and fiddled with her ten fingers, slightly moving her two arms and moving her ten toes. She had all her limbs, and none of her bones felt broken, nor did she feel a cast encasing any part of her body.

The nurse nodded with relief, and briefly turned to June's IV bags and heart monitor, before turning to make call. "Doctor, Director? She's come to and seems stable."

So the Director had been the one to get her out, June thought ruefully. The Director had no loose ends—she had probably dispatched the emergency squad the moment the caving in began, although June was more surprised at the lack of wounds and broken bones she had.

The door swung open—a tall, aging man in a white coat and a short woman with a briefcase walked through.

"Director Waller." June greeted, her voice still throaty as she focused on the grim woman.

"Ms. Moone." Amanda Waller replied, an apologetic and concerned look on her face. "Are you feeling alright? When we lost contact with you, I hurried to get you out of that cave—I'm so sorry for asking you to go excavate it."

"No, no!" June shook her head, eyes wide. "Please, don't apologize. It was an offer I couldn't refuse—an unexcavated cave was something I always wanted to venture. If anything, it was my carelessness."

Amanda nodded, the concern still very clear in her eyes. "Please, Ms. Moone, I should be the one apologizing and taking responsibility for any damage that might have been caused. Please, if anything else happens, be sure to contact me first."

June nodded slowly, eyes flickering from the doctor back to Amanda. "Yes, yes, of course. Definitely."

When the doctor and nurse left, Amanda leaned towards June, voice low. "Miss Moone. Did you find what I requested?"

June nodded, swallowing.

A few months ago, June's professor at Gotham City University had recommended her to Amanda Waller when Waller had come to search for archaeology experts. Her professor, though still in his mid-forties, had injured his leg, while the other people in the department were too old to go on an excavation. June's professor had enthusiastically recommended June, crediting her as his best student.

Waller was looking for a stone figurine—an idol of some sorts—that was apparently used to worship a supernatural being over six-thousand years ago. June had assumed Waller, as some sort of Director, wanted to exhibit the figurine in Gotham City's museum.

June's research over the following months had led her to a cave, hidden away from sight in the crag in a large, tree-covered mountain in South America.

"There was something wrong." June said, in a hushed voice as Amanda stared down at her, looking intimidating and much colder than a few minutes before. "The head of the idol got disconnected from the body, and the thing is, even though I don't remember quite clearly, I think it was me that did it. I think… I think that something just compelled me to do it."

Amanda set her briefcase on the nightstand by June's bed, as June heaved herself up. June's eyes widened when she saw what Amanda pulled out of her brief case—the stone idol, head and body separate. "These two components were held in your hands tightly when my team found you. A lot of its features had faded away so I couldn't be sure if they were the same as the one in the sketches in your notes, Dr. Moone."

"That's it." June whispered in a hushed tone, staring at the idol with wide eyes. "That's the idol you've been looking for."

"How do you know that?" Amanda raised her brow.

"Because, whatever being that idol was built to worship," June started unsteadily, as she looked up at Amanda, "conversed with me."

"And I think she's inside me." June whispered, in a voice not quite like her own.

"Waller, you're out of your goddamn mind." Gomez, a proud Navy Seal, growled, slicing at his steak aggressively. "You're just letting a girl who's encountered some mystical witch—and apparently combined souls with her—walk around Gotham City?"

"I have her under surveillance. I have the best soldier I know, Colonel Rick Flag, and the rest of his team constantly on the move, monitoring her in case anything goes wrong. If anything does happen, Flag and his team will subdue her." Amanda promised, as she took a bite of her own dish. "But there's something else I want to discuss tonight."

"You sure are on the move, with Superman gone. You were obviously itching to find another one by sending that girl on that excavation mission." A senior government official, Dexter Tolliver, muttered through bites.

"We learned how dangerous a meta-human can be with Superman's existence, and we're sure as hell lucky he didn't want to destroy the planet. Batman barely contained Superman, and we can't expect him to be everywhere whenever a powerful being shows up." Amanda reasoned, her voice low. "I want to create a team of people who have capabilities that can contain meta-humans, and problems that may arise outside of Gotham City."

"Oh, a legion of Batmans?" Gomez snorted, taking a sip of wine. "In case you haven't noticed, Batman uses gear that can only be supplied by using high-end technology and a ridiculous amount of funding that could probably build three-hundred empire state buildings an fifty more nukes. We aren't gonna be able to fund a legion of those."

"Batman's tied down with the Joker. He won't be doing much saving around our entire country." Amanda ignored Gomez's mocking tone, before turning to Tolliver. "I'm sure you're well-associated with this?"

Amanda took out a large binder and set it gingerly on the table. "These are my planned recruits. I'm sure you're familiar with most of them."

Tolliver wearily picked the binder up, and opened it. He visibly paled. "Waller, what the fuck is this?"

"Inmates at Belle Reve. It says so on their profiles." Amanda tartly replied, her tone nonchalant as she refused to waver in front of the two disbelieving men.

"I have eyes, Amanda. I mean, why the fuck are you trying to create a team using villains? Deadshot—how'd you even find this man?" Tolliver asked, mouth ajar in shock as he waved the binder in Amanda's face.

Amanda did not flinch. She had to get this done. "He operates occasionally in Gotham City. Apparently has a daughter there too. I just gave a little tip to the city's resident vigilant."

"Some Australian boomerang tossing thief, a reptilian man who's apparently part crocodile, a former mobster who can create fire, someone who can climb walls efficiently, and last but not least," Tolliver muttered as he flipped through the binder, "Joker's crazy girlfriend."

Amanda looked at him evenly as Tolliver's eyes probed her expression for answers. He was begging her to tell him that everything in that binder was just a joke. Tolliver found his answer before Amanda could reply. "You're serious. I can't believe—you want highly wanted criminals to work for the government?"

"Deadshot can hit a bee from a mile away. That mobster who refers to himself as El Diablo can quite literally conjure fire—I've witnessed it. That reptilian man, Killer Croc? It took at least 20 men to finally take him down, although it's ludicrous they faced him without tranquilizers. Slipknot's eluded the government for years with his climbing abilities. Captain Boomerang is a genius with his weapons. And I'm sure I don't need to introduce you to Harley Quinn." Amanda narrowed her eyes, before setting her fork down. "You see, with June Moone encountering this entity and supposedly merging with her, we have yet another meta-human on the loose. El Diablo is a meta-human under our control; if we can form a squad with these people, we may have the most efficient military squad the government has seen. A squad that can come face to face with another Superman should that ever happen."

"And who will lead them? Who's gonna keep them from blowing everyone's goddamn brains out?" Gomez demanded angrily. "I train some of the best men this nation has to offer, and you pass them off for these second-rate criminals—"

"These second-rate criminals can destroy an army unit by themselves. It takes a man in a bat suit to catch even one of them." Amanda coldly replied in a challenging tone. "I'll have Rick Flag, who's surveying June Moone at this very moment, leading them. He's more than capable."

"And how will you test their efficiency?" Tolliver quietly asked, throwing the binder down onto the table.

Amanda knew she had won.

"Testing them against meta-humans will be hard; after all, we don't really have any causing conflict as of this moment. But I want them to break into a high-security prison on the island of Diabloverde, near the Bermuda Triangle. There have been reports that a US government official and a few diplomats are currently trapped there." Amanda said slowly. "I want these people to free them. See how they work as a team, and whether they're strong enough."

Tolliver breathed in heavily, before warily looking at Waller. "… I'll see this goes through. But one misstep, and you can kiss your career and your misguided confidence goodbye."

"Forcing people into acting for the better interests of the United States is my job." Amanda said coolly, a triumphant smile on her face. "I know what makes them tick—and they're all in the palm of my hand."

Somewhere in Gotham City

It was a bad day. It was one of his bad days. Not as bad as the first one that ended up concluding with his pasty skin and permanently green hair, but still, bad.

There was something missing in his room as he surveyed the knives and sharp weapons and clothes that he had arranged in a careful, meticulous circle around him. Maybe he had forgotten to switch the hatchet with the Swiss army knife. Maybe he had switched his hand gun with his favorite machine gun. Yes, it definitely had to be the guns. After switching their order, he would feel complete and free and simply marvelous and ready to go on his next big heist to face Batman.

Yes, this emptiness wasn't because anyone was missing—he'd just killed three men who had dared to joke that his club felt less glamorous without the main star. He was the main star, no one else. He was the center of the spotlight, the one and only jester; the magnificent main to battle Batman to the death—of course, it would be himself who would always have the last laugh, not the grown man in wedgie-inducing black underpants and a cloak.

Yes, the emptiness was because of Batman. Because he hadn't seen Batman in so long, that was why. But the moment he picked up one of his blades, the stainless steel acting as the perfect mirror—he stopped.

Oh. When had he drawn a smile on his face with a black sharpie? He must have missed it, although how he had confused him greatly. And oh, what was that on his face—water? Strange, he must have gone to the bathroom to wash his face, although he didn't quite remember it.

And he saw it behind him. The suit of red and black—an extra costume that she had loved to don.

And he could hear her laugh, calling him puddin' and Mr. J, barely entertaining him from putting a bullet through her thick skull. He could see her dancing in front of masses of people, but keeping her gaze on him playfully and waiting for him to blow the brains of whoever had her dancing in their lap. God fucking damnit, had he accidentally snorted too much cocaine? He should be happy that she was finally gone, happy that she wasn't whining about date night and parties and killing and—

"Joker." Johnny Frost entered the room, and he swiveled around to face him, feeling eager.

Because fuck it, the Joker needed to feel that deliciousness in a heist and the only one who could do it for him was his queen. "Where is she?" He asked, his voice gravelly as he ignored the tears that were suddenly so palpable.

Johnny settled down on the steps. "We've found her alright. Belle Reve. And it's not just her—everybody's just disappeared, and I'm guessing that's where they all are."

"Oh, really?" Joker murmured, setting his blade back down in its original place, before lying down in the middle of his most prized possessions.

His Harley was going to be back with him, to wreak havoc on this whole city.

And for the first time in quite a while, he let out a few, genuine cackles.

A/N: just a lil take, i guess. reviews appreciated ;)