A/N: Hello everyone! I sincerely hope you all enjoyed Suicide Squad as much as I did. I really liked it, contrary to the reviews, and critics. That's why I decided to start a new story about that universe. This story may be slightly out of character, however I am trying to stay as true as I can to the original plot of Suicide Squad the movie. This story starts around the time that the squad is formed, right before Joker tries to free Harley. It is a bit different, but hey, why not try something new? I hope this hasn't been done before, and I want to disclaim that I of course do not own the DC Universe of Batman or Suicide Squad, but that I do own my characters. I really hope you all enjoy this story, and let me know how it's going. Thank you so much for reading!

-ShesRotten96


Why did I always get myself into situations such as these?

I repeated that over and over in my head as I pulled my SUV up to the curb outside of the Joker's famed club. I was so nervous I could feel the anxiety tugging at my stomach, but I did my best to ignore it. I was reassuring myself that I was ready for this… even if I was anything but.

Since Harley had been caught by the Batman, the news coverage had been extensive as to where Joker's whereabouts could possibly be. I knew where Joker was hiding. I knew because of Harley, and what she had told me. We may not have seen each other as much anymore, but we still were sisters… as broken and twisted as our relationship was.

I had decided to go to him a few weeks prior, but bided my time, not sure whether I should do it or not. Harley was stuck wherever the Batman had put her, and I needed help finding where that somewhere was. The only person that could help me with that was most likely the Clown of Crime himself. I shook my head at that last thought, and started towards the doors of the club.

The bouncer looked me up and down, before nodding his head for me to go inside. I didn't know if he was checking to see if I was armed or dangerous, or if I looked the type to enter. I wasn't exactly threatening, but I also didn't have the nicest of looks on my face, being deep in thought like I was.

I walked in and was immediately assaulted with the bass and thumping of the music that the speakers were spitting out. I walked over to the bar, dodging girls that were trying to rub up against me, and the many shady characters that were looking my way. I finally got to the counter, and the bartender looked at me curiously, before he spoke.

"Are you here for anything particular, or just a drink? Because you look like you're on a mission." He stated.

"I'm here for something particular, to be honest. I need to speak to the club owner, if possible." My voice remained strong, though the thought of being one on one with the Joker made my stomach flip. I was nowhere near as enamored with the man as my sister was. I could never understand the attraction, even in the early stages of their relationship at Arkham, when she would come home and tell me about their sessions and how much she liked him. Or…even loved him. It was all so wrong, and seeing where she ended up only made my blood boil more.

"Well, sweetie, that's not something I can do for you. You see, he's not in at the moment. And you need an appointment to speak with him anyway. Were you looking for a job here or somethin'?" He was a friendly sort, not rude by any means, and he seemed to be telling the truth, though I was a little insulted by the job question. I didn't think I really looked like the type to be looking for a job at the club, especially because I looked pissed off in my current state.

"No, I'm not looking for a job. I need to speak to the Joker about Harley Quinn. He knows me…vaguely." I hoped that would be enough for the bartender to realize that I really did mean business.

"Uh, you know him? And Harley? How so?" He questioned, skeptically of course.

"I'm Harley's sister. My name is Jennifer Quinzel." I replied, making eye contact with him. A look of mild surprise crossed his face, and I knew I definitely had his attention now.

"Uh, okay, look, the boss will be back soon. Maybe an hour tops. I'll let him know as soon as he comes in that you're here. I don't know if you've met him before… but just be careful around him. I hope you aren't lying."

"You really think I would come in here and lie about that? That would be pretty stupid, honestly. I've been really nervous to come in here because I haven't seen him or talked to him in months. The last time I saw him was a few nights…before Harley was caught." The memory of that night shook me.

I had come to the club after hours, to see my sister. Joker was never very fond of me seeing my sister, but he also didn't forbid it. He asked me to come to the club instead of them going out, so I did so… to see my sister. I saw her for a few hours, before the Joker had decided that was enough, and made me leave. It was an awkward…visit. He had sat on the opposite end of the room cleaning his guns and sharpening his knives the whole time Harley and I had caught up. And the catching up that we did do was really…different. She had changed so much. She was nothing like the Harleen I knew, however I would take what I could get. I supposed I was lucky that he even allowed me to see her, but I couldn't help but feel resentment and also a dash of seething rage at the man who had taken my sister and broken her into the crazy woman she had become.

"Well, good. Then you know what to expect. Just hangout at the bar here and I'll let you know as soon as he's here."

I nodded at him, my confirmation to what he had said. I looked behind him at the bar and the liquor that was adorning the wall. I saw my favorite, Fireball, and smiled.

"Would it be possible to get a shot of Fireball?" I asked, smiling at him. I started feeling more at ease than I had when I first walked in, even though I was still surrounded by freaks.

"Of course, hon." He started to pour it into the biggest 'shot' glass I had ever seen, and I just looked at it when it was done being poured. But I decided that I needed my liquid courage for the night, and so I downed the whole thing in one swig. It was exhilarating and also terrible at the same time. I tried to contain my gagging, but it was rough.

"Damn, I ain't never seen a lady down one of those before!" I heard someone shout from the other end of the bar. I looked over at the source of the shout and I saw a rugged looking man that had multiple bruises across his face smiling smugly at me. I raised my glass to him, still wincing at the burn in my throat. He smiled again, this time slinking towards me.

"So, what's a pretty thing like you doin' in here? This is a shithole." He said 'shithole' with a wince.

"Just business, mainly." I tried to keep my response concise and short. I didn't want him knowing why I was there.

"What kinda business, love?" He had a faint Australian accent, and I looked at him again, wondering why he wanted to know so much about my business.

"I need to speak with the owner." Curt. Not wanting to give too much information, but also afraid I already had.

"Ah, I see. You wanna become a dancer? Not the best career choice, but I think you could pull it off." He looked me up and down, stopping at my breasts, even though they were clad in a higher necked shirt. I grimaced.

"No. That's not why. I just need to talk to him." I was becoming increasingly short with the man, hoping he would take the hint and walk away.

"Alright… whatever you say. I'll catch you around. I have some business of my own to attend to." He said, and with a quick grin he was walking away, to only God knows where.

I turned back towards the bar, lost in my thoughts. I was circling the rim of the shot glass with my index finger, zoning out. I was slowly but surely starting to feel better about the whole situation, and I assumed it was because of my drink choice. I pondered for a minute if I should order another one, and decided against it. I didn't want to get full blown drunk. That would lead to a disastrous situation.

"Looks like you're really thinking hard about what you need to say to the boss man, honey." The bartender said, finally breaking me out of my reverie. I looked over at him, my eyes shooting to his.

"Just a tad…I haven't spoken to him in months. But I need to do this… I need to know where Harley is… Has he even been worried about her?" I could barely contain my contempt when I asked him. I didn't think a person like Joker would be capable of caring for someone like Harley, but he hadn't let her get killed yet, only jailed. But even that could mean a death sentence depending on where she was stashed away.

"You've talked to him, though. That's something. A lot of people are too afraid to even speak to him. And yeah, he's been real worried about her. He…loves her. At least I think he does. I don't know, he doesn't talk too much to me about stuff like that. Do you want another one?" The bartender asked, motioning to my empty shot glass. I shook my head no in response. I already was feeling a slight buzz.

"Yeah, I've talked to him, but I don't know him. I guess I'm just slightly terrified, no big deal, right? And…he loves her?" I couldn't help the disdain as it colored my voice.

"You'll get over that pretty quick. He don't have no beef with you, trust me. He probably will be happy to see you… I think. And yeah, he's said it a few times… but of course I don't know how for real he is." The bartender shrugged his shoulders, and kind of rolled his eyes. I took it as the end of that part of the conversation. I really didn't want to continue it any way. Talking about my sister and the Joker's love life was pretty low priority on my list.

"What's your name?" I asked him, suddenly realizing he knew mine, but I didn't know his.

"Slayer. I usually don't give out my full name, unless of course you want it." He said with a wink.

I smiled meekly, "No, that's fine. Slayer is a pretty cool name."

"I'm glad you like it. And do you just go by Jennifer, or Jenny…or even Jen? Sorry, there's a lot of different variations of that name." He started to get embarrassed half way through, and turned a slight shade of pink. I almost laughed at his behavior, but decided against it.

"Well, I usually just go by Jennifer, but sometimes my patients call me Jenny."

"Wait, you have patients? Does the doctor career run in the family? Your sister used to be—"

I cut him off before he could continue, irritated, "Yes, I know what my sister used to be. I know, trust me. You don't have to say it. She's not anymore. And no, the doctor career doesn't run in the family. I'm a registered nurse. Maybe medical careers in general, but not the doctor aspect."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, if I did. It's just you said 'patients' and everything…" He trailed off, obviously even more embarrassed than before.

"It's okay, it's just a touchy subject." I relented, hoping I hadn't run him off. I needed someone in this place that I somewhat trusted to talk to for the remainder of the Joker's absence.

And the Joker's absence wasn't much longer, as the front doors to the club opened with a large bang. I looked over towards the entrance, still clutching the shot glass, my nerves at an all time high. He was standing there, in the flesh, staring over the tens of people, right at me at the bar.

I couldn't help but feel this had been a terrible mistake as soon as I saw his eyes.