This story starts at the beginning of the Suicide Squad, but quickly goes very AU. I am aware that some characters are ooc at times. I just had an idea in my head and this is it. This story will probably be around twenty chapters long, and currently I have no plans of a sequel. This story doesn't have a beta, and probably won't ever. I'm aware there are spelling and grammatical mistakes, and maybe one day I will fix that. If you still decide to read this story, I hope you enjoy it, but mainly I'm writing this because my therapist says I need a creative outlet.

I own nothing.

Prologue

"You really going to talk to us about this Task Force X again?" a condescending voice questioned. Someone else answered in mock laughter. Amanda Waller eyed her fellow colleges and took a bite of her steak, a smirk never leaving her lips. Their remarks didn't bother her. She was used to it. This wasn't her first time, but this time she would make them see she was right. She had it all thought all, all the correct strings pulled. "Yes, but this time you are going to listen," she replied, daring anyone of them to interrupt. She pulled a large folder out of the bag beside her, all but slamming it on the table. She had their attention.

"First we have Deadshot a man that never misses," she said. The small crowd whispered amongst themselves. His name was well known. They had, had a team hot on his trail but he was always one step ahead. "But everyone has a weakness, you just have to find it. In him it's his daughter, an informant told the Bat and he was caught," she briefly explained between bites of her meal. "And where is he now?" the same condescending voice asked again. It came from an egotistical balding man. She sneered a bit, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. No one ever believed her reputation. "With the others. Let's just say I found a hole inside a hole and left them there to rot," she answered, irritation clear in her voice.

"Then we have Diablo, and let me just say what he does is extraordinary," she said, getting back on topic. He had been easy. He had turned himself in merely months after she started thinking up the project. She wasn't sure how vast his pyrokinetic skills were, but she was interested in finding out. "And the Killer Croc. The world treated him like a monster, so that's what he became," she added. She didn't add that he was known to eat his victims. He had sort of turned up, and Waller wasn't one to miss out of an opportunity.

"We are bringing in Boomerang from Australia," she said, letting her eyes wonder around the group. They were at least interested in what she was saying, she just needed to make them see this was the best idea. "He's a thief, but he has a problem playing with others," she added, chuckling slightly. It wouldn't be a problem. She'd find his weakness, find a way to control him just as the others. The Australian government had already had problems with him, they just didn't know how to break a person. She enjoyed it. It thrilled her, the control.

"I've recently transferred Harley Quinn out of Arkham to my pit," she said, glee in her voice. She was once a physiatrist, Harleen Quinzel, turned villain by a chain of unfortunate circumstance. The Mob Queen of Metropolis City. The harlequin. "She's insane, but highly intellectual and lethal," Waller said, though it wasn't a secret. She was a fan of dramatics and grand entrances. She wanted to be known. She was first seen in Gotham with Poison Ivy. It was then when Waller started planning her capture. "Bat got her when she was in town to make a deal," she explained. She left out the part where she had arranged it all.

"And how do you expect to control them," Mr. Condescending chided it. She gripped her fork tightly, and raised a brow at him. "Maybe you should let me finish," she said. She looked at her peers seeing if anyone else had any more interruptions. "The finest special forces colonel we've seen since the last war, Rick Flag" she answered simply. Hushed whispers again. "He is the key," she added, a gave them a brief description of the Enchantress. She chuckled to herself, better let them see what she can do rather than try to explain. It would be more fun that way.

"And as of tonight, we have the newest addition," she added, quietly. Her eyes twinkled in delight. This had interest piqued. Waller smiled. "The Joker," she said. There was nothing else to be said. He had plagued Gotham for the last ten years. The clown prince of crime. He had been in and out of Arkham, but they could never hold him. They weren't Amanda fucking Waller. She had, had to pull several strings, make deals, bribes, a little begging even occurred, but she got him. She couldn't have been more pleased with herself. Her team was finally complete.

"So you expect to save the world with a witch, some freaks, and a couple of clowns?" Mr. Condescending just couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut. Instead of reaching out and stabbing him with the knife she had in her hand, she cut her last bite of steak. "Yes," she said, plopping the bite into her mouth. A few heads nodded in agreement. Waller could have sighed in relief, but remained silent. She won.

The halls of Belle Reve were wild with the excitement of a new inmate. It was like they could smell fresh meat. Three brute guards dragged a cackling man down the hallways, leading him to where he would have his initial assessment. If it was up to them they would have just beat him to death and got it over with. HE wasn't worth the trouble. He had already hospitalized three men and he hadn't been here an hour. But they had special instructions with this one, and they knew better than to cross Amanda Waller.

They all but threw him into a small room and strapped him to a chair. He tried wiggling his fingers but within the confines of a strait jacket he couldn't even do that. He growled in frustration but was ignored. The room held three more guards that were laughing together. "We'll deal with him in a minute, Griggs is bringing Harley down for a feeding," the larger of the three spoke, a wicked grin spread across his ugly face. The Joker hadn't spoken since he had been hauled into this joint, a bit of rebellion at the anger of being here. As the guards spoke to each other, he tuned them out trying to gain the upper hand in learning his surroundings. He was tempted to make a move while they were distracted, he didn't want to be here. He could deal with Arkham. They fed him rather well and the doctors were at least somewhat entertaining there. This place, well, it would be harder for Frost to break him out. His thoughts of freedom were soon interrupt by the opening of the door.

A man whom he assumed was Griggs walked in, smile on his face, with a woman in his arms. She was limp and unmoving and for a moment he thought she was dead. A necrophilia joke hung on the tip of Joker's tongue but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of a good joke and tell it. Instead, he craned his neck trying to get a look at the woman, curious. Her hair covered her face. She was tossed in a chair on the opposite side of the room. "Hahaha, two clowns in one room. Neither looks very funny," the large one spoke before Griggs hit the back of his head. He was glad, that wasn't even remotely funny. "Strap her down," Griggs instructed. Another had walked out and almost immediately returned with a tube and three cans. Curious and curiouser. With one leg already strapped down the girl suddenly awoke and lashed out. Her teeth immediately connecting with the throat of Mr. Fatty and ripping. He stumbled back grabbing at his wound. The Joker wanted to reach out and grab him, and relentlessly struggled in his restraints trying to move. The woman reached out and scratched Griggs in the face grazing his eye. Almost immediately after she was hit by two tasers, immediately going limp. The finished restraining her, even by the neck. It was then he recognized her, as one guard moved her hair out of her face. She had blood running from her lips, her hair unwashed, she looked like a wild woman, but she had a face he couldn't forget.

The harlequin.

Oh, Joker had heard of her. The doctor, the physiatrist, Harleen Quinzel. Her father had been a mob boss thrown into Black Gate several years prior. A couple of patients had escaped one night at the asylum she was working at. Poor thing. Electric shock therapy was a bitch. Turned her brains to puddin, he had heard. Then something, interesting. What was it? Oh yes, how could he have forgotten. She had fell into a vat of something of Lex Luthers. How extraordinary. He had even purchased some guns from her once not recognizing the connection. Harley Quinn. Her blue eyes were burning into his. She recognized him too. He was intrigued. This could be fun, after all.

Her eyes didn't leave his, almost in a challenge, as they shoved the tube down her nose. Apparently, she had been a bad girl. But she wouldn't let them break her, no she was stronger than that. She wouldn't give them that satisfaction. A rumble escaped from his chest and he growled. She choked out a laugh. His eyes roamed her body. Her skin was pale, inhumanly so. Her body decorated with various tattoos. Little was covered in the shredded uniform she wore, so his eyes took in almost every inch of her body. If he hadn't been crazy he would have sworn she winked.

After several long minutes the brutes pulled the tube out of her nose, harshly. Harley hissed, and she tried to lift her head to bite the man, struggling against the straps. The Joker sat silently, but inside he fumed. How dare they touch her. They weren't worthy. Her attention once again turned back on him, eyes locking. Usually people looked at him with fear, and after what she had just went through he expected it to be seeping out of her very pores. There was none. "Are you the devil?" she asked. Her tongue darted from her mouth, licking up the remaining blood that hung to her lips. They stared each other down, seemingly forgotten for the moment. This was the beginning of something fun.

"Ha, Ha, Ha."