[I do not own Teen Titans, The Suicide Squad, or any characters mentioned in this story. This is just an idea I wanted to try out that seemed fun. This mainly sparked from my constant comparison of Jericho and Harley Quinn. I thought about this AU a while back, but never had the courage to write anything because I thought it was stupid at first. Someone else wrote something similar however, and I decided to go for it. I want to give a lot of credit to both XxPhoenix FlightxX and HaveYouBeenAnAlumnus for helping me figure out the casting! Please note that all portrayals of The Suicide Squad go along with the movie, not the comics.]
Amanda Waller marched her way through the looming facility, her heels click clacking away like slowly approaching gunshots to every prisoner. She looked out upon the wasting away facility, and she saw nothing but wasted potential. Chaotic energy in need of purpose, direction. And, above all, she saw tools. She saw pawns and knights and bishops in her sick, twisted game of puppeteer chess.
It was only a few days ago that she'd finally, after years of fighting and pulling strings, got permission to officially release her Task Force X - her Suicide Squad. Every person in this prison dump had no choice but to follow her direct orders, and she'd never felt so powerful. As she walked around the dirtied hallways, she recounted all the information she knew on each prisoner she met with.
First was her personal favorite of all the prisoners, the infamous, the fearless, the deadset Jericho. At first he was Jericho, and then Jester once he became The Joker's tool. He was essentially the new and improved Harley Quinn, now equipped with even more ferocity than the first crazed lunatic.
Amanda slowly creaked open the cement door that was standing in between over twenty officers, her, and the far from sane child on the other side of the door. She entered quietly, listening to the mumbling that came from the miniscule boy inside his animal-like cage.
"-shh! If you don't shut up they might hear you, you idiot!...Well, what if I don't want to kill another officer today?...You do make a fair point. Maybe if I just killed myself instead…" the blonde child whispered and mumbled as he dazedly looked towards a figure that wasn't there - the ever so present voices he always raved about to the guards. The blonde suddenly winced as he ducked his head and covered his ears with his hands like someone was screaming in his ear.
"Okay, okay! No suicide for today, sheesh. There's no need to shout at me!" Joseph yelled right back at the invisible person.
Suddenly the boy noticed Amanda looking at him in a concerned way. Slowly, he crawled over to where the bars of his cage were, wrapping his fingers around the cold, metallic bars and sticking his lip out almost like he were pouting.
"Did you come to bring me dinner?" The boy asked as he tilted his head curiously.
"No, I'm afraid not." Chuckled Amanda at his behavior.
"Then go away!" Huffed the boy as he crossed his arms and turned around, walking over to his terribly kept makeshift bed and falling face first onto it and mumbling into his pillow childishly. He was definitely one of the strangest ones.
The small boy was originally Joseph Wilson, the son of a mercenary who convinced himself that the only way to prove he wasn't evil was to become a superhero. Amanda had to admit, he was considerably powerful as Jericho. He was a kind spirit, and he often showed up to local prisons and even Arkham Asylum simply to visit with the patients who had no reason left to live. But that all changed when the boy was completely transformed by The Joker himself. No one knows all the details, just that when The Joker was through with Joseph, he wasn't Joseph anymore. He was more like the new and improved Harley Quinn. Now with even more crazy and even less fear. He didn't care for his safety, he didn't care about how much it hurt, so he was by far the most dangerous to fight. Eventually, he was whisked away from his Stockholm like fatherly relationship with Joker by Red-X of all people. What started out as pity, soon became love. Joseph would die for Red-X if only he asked, and Red-X would do the same. Such as tragic story, to go along with such a tragic little boy.
Amanda herself had been witness to the two crime lords before, and it went without saying that the two were a modern day Shakespeare.
Amanda didn't care what his records said. Despite the boy being technically 19, Joseph looked and acted the part of a 16 year old, and so that's what he was in her book.
Meanwhile in another sector of the facility, Wallace Rudolph West was more or less harassing the next member of the Task Force.
He was large but quiet, and he had a very sad aura surrounding him in all of his class-A prison filth. Waller had told him his name was Mammoth, and Wally once remembered him well. He was a typical superpowered teenager, but then he lost his sister to a police firing. After that, he went on a rampage, killed more people than he could count on two hands. According to urban legend, he even ate a few.
Slowly, like he was sizing him up, Mammoth made his way to the edge of the bars.
"...How much do you wanna get back out there?" Wally said with an unreadable expression.
Amanda managed to click-clack her way through the facility to her next victim, her more or less hostage - Kid Flash - right beside her.
"Good morning Sunshine. You wanna do some explaining?" Waller said menacingly as she peered into the small window of the furnace looking cell to stare at the very sad looking boy inside. She held up a screen which showed the one and only Hot Spot standing in the middle of a riot. After a few seconds of some guys pushing him down and kicking him in the stomach, he incinerated the entire prison yard. Nothing was left around him but ash.
Hot Spot was once Isaiah Crockett, given the gift of fire. Of all the people in this prison, Amanda respected him the most. He too was once a hero, but an explosive encounter turned him otherwise. He turned himself in after a fire that killed his family, started by 'accident' according to him.
"Listen, that's not me." Isaiah said sadly as he held his knees to his chest in defense.
"That's not you?" Amanda repeated with a stern face that told of years of anger.
"No, no that guy's dead Miss Waller. He died a long time ago." Isaiah said with a pained expression on his face.
"Listen here punk. You've got an actual chance at walking the streets again. At breathing fresh air, talking to people that aren't out to kill you every step you make." Waller said with the same expression.
"You aren't the first and you're not the last, Amanda. I'm a man, I'm not a weapon. And I promise to you and myself that I'll die in peace before I ever raise my fist again." Finished the melancholic boy before he lit up a flame that was too bright for Waller to keep looking in through the window.
"And this right here, this is why you don't ever leave a middle aged woman in charge of an entire prison establishment, gentlemen." Came the oh so arrogant voice of none other than Grant Wilson, who was holding up a gun to the head guard of security.
"Grant, I promise you that if you drop that man you will never see the light of day again. You have a real shot at getting out of here, seeing your mom again. We just wanna see what you can do. So you can shoot that idiot and rot in this prison, or you can turn around and shoot the dummies instead." Waller said dangerously as Grant's hand shook the gun with anticipation.
Grant licked his lips once before he rolled his eyes and groaned, turning toward the practice dummies laid out ahead of him. Soon enough, almost all of the dummies had searing holes right in the middle of the head. Grant himself was having the time of his life, a huge, menacing smirk on his features as he picked through the weapons before him like he was in a candy store.
Grant Wilson. He was one of the people here who never really was anything but what he was now. A criminal, a mercenary - a younger, faster, stronger Deathstroke. Except this Deathstroke had attitude, arrogance, and hair.
"A'ight. You see what I can do. Now what exactly are you planning on doing with it?" The blonde boy asked the smaller woman he'd turned to.
"That is none of your concern for the time being. While you're waiting on our plans, maybe you can find some way to patch up that attitude of yours. Where you're going it's going to get you killed." Amanda answered with an impending tone. She nodded over to the security guards behind the boy.
"Take him away." She said gravely.
"What is wrong with you? Have you completely lost your mind? These are - these are criminals! I could gather up some real heroes for you, if you'd just let me!" Wally yelled as threw down the police reports on every member they'd gathered at Waller's desk.
"Might I remind you, Mr. West, of your recent relationship status? Mr. Elliot Knight is far from a heroic figure, and you know that. So-" Waller said, getting right into Wally's face.
"You will do exactly as I ask, no questions, or your little lovebird will end up somewhere twice as bad as this joint. Understand?" Waller said menacingly as Wally was given no choice but to numbly nod at the thought.
Now, all she had to do was wait for another metahuman disaster to strike.
[I need to work on my transitions. I hope this wasn't too terrible to read through. Please Read and Review, thank you!]