A/N: This is my first Suicide Squad fanfiction but I like the idea of Floyd and Harley ter ogether. He is so much more respectful and protective of her than the Joker.

My cell seemed smaller when we finally got back to it. The punching bag in the corner was more beat up than I remembered. I ain't touched it in days, though. Every time I hit it, I could only think of how much more satisfying it would be to hit one of those alien freak shows again. Or something alive. I'd like to think I was out of the game, but maybe I'm just as much in it as all the other guys out there tonight. Like Killer Croc, Boomerang, Diablo, and-

ZAP

Harley.

They're probably fucking with her bars again, she likes to hang around on them. Most of the guards love it, it's like their own private little crazy strip show, but Waller doesn't allow it. Harley has fun with it, and she doesn't really want us to have all that much fun in here.

It wasn't just one zap, though. What I heard next made me get up and head to the door of my cell.

"Come on, you guys! I was just having some fun!" Harley's overexcited tone bounced on every single word.

I heard stomps and her scream.

"Hey!" I yelled at the guards outside my door, "What's goin' on?" They both turned to me and rolled their eyes.

I punched the metal door and made the skinnier guard jump a little, "What's happening to her?" Normally, I wouldn't have cared this much. I used to think of her and see a whole lotta pretty and a whole lotta crazy. But under all that clown makeup and the voices in her head, there's a real ass person. Also, I don't like people beating on women, no matter how crazy they are.

The guards didn't answer me, but before I could scare the skinny son of a bitch into answers, I heard footsteps and Harley's voice heading for my direction.

"Shot! Shottie! How ya doing baby?" Harley's sultry, but crazy as Hell voice cut through the door to my cell. She was being dragged brutally down the hall by a big group of guards. Her face was smiling, but her eyes were full of something I'd never thought I'd see in Harley Quinn: fear.

I leaned against the tiny opening of my cell door, "Hey Dollface. These guys bothering you?"

She batted her beautiful blue eyes in my direction as the guards dragged her down the hall. "Hey sweetie!" She struggled as she was dragged in front of my cell. Her face went from a crooked smile to an irritated glare. She yanked her arms in an attempt to get free from the guys. "You know nobody scares little ole' me!"

I nodded with a smirk on my face. But I still wasn't satisfied, "What'd she do, Griggs? Do too many summer salts in her cage?" I mocked.

Griggs plastered on the most slimy smile I'd ever seen. His beety little eyes never left mine as he slung Harley up against the door of my cell. Hard.

"Oh, Mr. Deadshot. It's not what she's done," He shook his head and his smile contorted into a greasy smirk. I locked eyes with Harley, whose pasty face was pressed up against the hole in my cells door. She looked confused and uncomfortable. "-It's what she's gonna do." He raised his eyebrows suggestively at me and dragged a struggling Harley away from my cell door.

I had to think fast. I didn't wanna hear these assholes beat on a woman, or worse. Especially Harley.

I looked back to see a piece of metal sticking off my cot. I grabbed and yanked it off.

"Aye! Griggs!"

The dumbass was already yanking Harley around by her hair, but he whipped around to look at me.

"What is it, Lawton? Want a turn?" His grin was as unsettling as some creeps I've killed in the past.

Banking on the fact that I never miss, I threw this pointy piece of metal right out my cell window and hit Griggs square in the face. He dropped Harley, who got up and kicked him in the balls. That crazy grin of hers coming back.

Griggs was down, he left his bloody face alone to hold onto what was left of his balls after the World Cup soccer kick Harley just presented him with. I would feel bad for the guy, but he was just about to do God knows what to my girl. I mean, the Joker's girl. Just because J's dead doesn't mean his girl should be left for whatever dipshit that can get his hands on her.

She scrambled over to the cell door. She didn't make it though, Griggs was already barking out orders to grab her and me and bring us to the main hall. Aka the area Griggs and his merry band of douchebags beat up on me and the other inmates from time to time.

I didn't mind the way they were grabbing me, but I hated the way they were grabbing her. Yanking her small frame around like she was some damn rag doll. She jumped up and kicked one of the guards square in the jaw. The sound of a loud crack and a scream proved my guess right that she broke the fuck outta that man's face. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. This girl's got spunk. The guards dragging my ass to the main hall rewarded my laugh with a kick to the gut.

I let out a muffled groan. Harley whipped around as best she could considering she was being dragged a few feet in front of me.

"Hey!" She yelled at the guards holding me as she struggled with the ones on her, "Put him back! He wasn't dancing on the bars, it was me," her eyes locked with mine and she looked genuinely worried for me. Huh, and everyone thought she was a selfish clown queen.

No one acknowledged her, but her protests didn't stop all the way down the hall and even when they threw us into metal chairs and strapped us down.

The chairs were side by side and she wasn't laughing anymore. She was yelling at the guards trying to get them to put me back in my cell.

Griggs stumbled into the room with that long nightstick he loved carrying around.

"Alright! Who's up first?" He asked innocently staring between the two of us.

"Griggsy!" Harley flipped her hair around and flashed her cutest and craziest smile. The hardest smiles to resist. Griggs' focus was all Harley's now.

She shook her head from side to side, letting her long, dyed hair flip around behind her. Griggs seemed enchanted by her.

I looked over at her curiously. What was she doing? This ain't gonna end well for her. Or Griggs. Or me. Anyone, come to think of it.

"Why don't we have our fun, and you put Floydy back?" Her smile was big and alluring but when she looked over at me it seemed as if her eyes were crying for help.

Griggs walked over to her, his creepy smile appeared once more.

"Oh, Miss Quinn. You know I'd love to," he replied lightly. She leaned forward in her seat as best she could with the cuffs keeping her in the chair. Griggs cleared his throat, "However-" he brought his nightstick back and smacked her across the face with it. Hard. "You-" he pointed his nightstick at me, then back to Harley, "-and your new little whore right here made that shit pretty damn difficult!"

I struggled in my seat which resulted in the guards grabbing me and holding me down more. "Leave her the fuck alone!" I yelled as I struggled with the three guards keeping me against this chair.

Harley spit out a pretty decent amount of blood and forced a grin out.

"What's the matter, Griggsy? Performance anxiety?" Harley looked over at me and winked.

I normally would've laughed, but Harley's perfectly white teeth were stained red with blood. Her aura was very confident, but her eyes were the only thing left of what I imagine was the girl she used to be.

Griggs grabbed a fistful of her bleached hair and yanked her face in his direction. He planted a deep, unwelcome kiss on her mouth. She was doing her best to attempt to escape his embrace. I felt my fists ball up. I wanted to look away, I can't stand anyone taking advantage of a woman. But I looked in hope that Harley had a trick up her sleeve.

After a few seconds, she submitted and began to kiss him back. At this point, I looked away. I don't wanna watch her go revert back to the Joker's Harley. She's better than the girl that'll do anything with anyone. Hopefully with J gone she'll start to see that. My assumption was apparently wrong because I heard Griggs let out a pained and some crazed giggles coming from Harley. I looked over as best I could, struggling against the guards' hands to see Griggs covering his mouth, but that wasn't stopping blood from pouring out between his fingers.

After a few moments of him mouthing and Harley giggling. He pointed at us both and pointed to the ropes in the corner of the room. The guards nodded and he stumbled out of the room.

They untied us from the chairs and dragged us to the corner of the hall Griggs had referenced to.

"Hey, I don't know you! Who are you?" Harley asked and a newer guard slung her against a metal bar harshly.

"Look, two of us is too much work. I ain't shit without my guns, she's crazy no matter what outfit she's in, why don't we put her away. And you guys and I can do whatever the fuck you need to do?" I offered. I didn't mind getting my ass beat double time for Harley. There's no way she did anything bad in her sell. According to Flag's weekly visits, all she does is read and make expressos.

Despite my best efforts, anything I said was met with laughter from the guards, and protests from Harley. shoved us against the same metal bar and strapped our feet to the bottom of it. They kept our hands cuffed and began to laugh as they walked away.

"What is this!" I yelled as they crossed the room. They flipped a switch which raised the bar our feet were strapped to, and it quickly flipped over so we were hanging upside down side by side.

"Have a nice evening!" One of the guards yelled at the shut out the lights and slammed the hall door shut behind them.