"This is the very first story I do for fanfiction. Story mainly involves an OC, so please if it isn't your cup of tea that's okay but don't leave bad reviews. If you like it please review and let me know what you think. This story takes place before, meanwhile and after Suicide Squad events. Enjoy" – Katmeroo

EDIT: If you are expecting Harley anytime soon, she won't make an appearance until chapter 11. Thank you!

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One

Introduction

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Frost silently walks into Joker's "thinking room". Joker was sitting down cautiously placing knives around him in a very distinctive pattern while humming a tune to himself "… and POP goes the BATman! " He tends to do this occasionally, mess everything up and then place them back again over and over. Helps him think, he says. Maybe it's OCD, or maybe it's him being crazy, like always.

"She won another one, Boss" Frost let a heavy bag fall from his grip and spilled bundles of money onto the floor. Joker slowly turned around as the thick rolls of money rolled towards him. "She beat the undefeated Russian chick under Falcone's team. It's really impressive how she hasn't lost a fight since she started working for us." Joker smiled as he tossed the money in the air and caught it again over and over.

"I'm impressed with all the money these fighting pits win, Jonny boy." He purred "You were the one who spotted her and talked her in to the business, so I…" He paused before continuing "…congratulate you."

He proceeded to flatten the money with his hands and place them on the floor to continue his circular pattern of objects. "Get me the car." he let a smile split wide across his face "It's time to celebrate."

/In a little apartment somewhere in the Gotham suburbs

Rap music blasted through a small speaker as she did her workout routine. "…95…96…97" Her phone started ringing, must be Frost again, she thought "98…99….. aaand 100!" She completed her push ups set. She winced as she rose to her feet. Her fight with 6ft tall Russian Valentina Petrov wasn't an easy one. It severed a broken ribs she already had from a previous fight, but Valentina's face ended looking like she got hit by a truck "Yeah, this is Panne." she answered the phone as she lowered the speaker's music volume.

"Hey it's me, Boss wants to meet you tonight at the club. He'll throw a victory party in your honor"

A small smile played across her features. The Joker hasn't even bothered to personally meet her for the past months she's been working for him. All the business has been settled through Jonny Frost, whom she'd known for quite a while, well, before everything.

"I'll try to look presentable then." she joked

"I'll pick you up at 10pm, he hates people that make him wait" Frost managed to say before she hung up the phone and proceeded to walk towards her small bathroom. She had her long black hair braided into two Dutch braids, one on each side. She undid her braids and continued to brush her mane. She's meeting the big man tonight and she had to make an impression.

/2 Days ago, Somewhere in Falcone's hideout

Falcone opened a document file handed out by one of his men. "I lost money at the fighting pits today, Carlos. Big money. And you know what hurts more? ...I lost it to a CLOWN!" Anger irradiated from the man. Carlos, the one who handed him the documents, poured a drink for his boss "In that file there's everything you gotta know about the clown's fighting girl. The detective did plenty background info on her." He said to Falcone as he glanced over the document.

"Name: Panne Yuen-Da

Age: 19

Height: 5'6 ft

Weight: 120 lb

Hair color: black

Eye color: hazel

Daughter of Park Yuen-Da and Amanda Santos. Born in Midway City in 1993. Exceptional academic student with a full athlete scholarship. She was found to have anger management problems after allegedly beating to death one of her teammates from Midway's University fighting league. She moved to Gotham to avoid prison…"

He didn't bother to keep reading. "I can't keep losing money in this damn fighting pits. Take her out, make it seem like she killed herself." Falcone tossed the files to the side carelessly as he took a sip of his drink. Falcone growled "If Joker think he owns Gotham city, well, he's pissing on the wrong boots."

/ Present 9:45pm, Back at Panne's apartment

She was already fully dressed, with black leather pants and black pumps, a white cropped top and a black leather jacket on top. Her long hair pinned to the side in straight layers. She held a small pocket knife with a smiley face engraved on the handle and gave it a quick kiss before tucking it away inside a pocket on her jacket.

My lucky knife, she thought.

She heard a couple knocks on her door. Panne glanced at the clock –9:45pm-

Frost seems to be early. She calmly opened her door just to have it quickly pushed back against her making her stumble and fall back to the ground.

Two large men entered her apartment, the last one closing the door behind him. "This will only take a minute".

Shit.

She quickly rolled on the floor to grab a gun she had under her couch but before she could reach it she fell a strong grip on both her ankles as she was dragged back across the floor. The other man held a rope and forcefully wrapped it around her neck as he pulled her to her feet, choking her.

The phone started ringing.

She pressed her back against him and quickly bent forward making him throw his feet on the air and fall onto his back in front of her. She kicked him in the face then felt the second guy punch her on the gut. Fuck! My ribs! She staggered a little bit and held herself against the coffee table where her phone was.

The man on the floor held onto her feet and pulled making her fall and hit her head against the table. As she went down she manage to hold onto her phone and press the answer button. She threw kicks at the bastard that was holding her legs "You are gonna fucking die, bitch." The thug said as he wrapped the rope once again around her neck and started choking her.

"Hello? Panne? …." He heard grunts and noises in the other line. Then heard her voice yell "FR-FROST! HELP! AUGH"

"Panne? What's going on?! …Damn it!" he hanged up and dialed another number as he sped up towards her apartment. "I'm getting Panne out of her apartment. She's getting attacked, probably by Falcone's men!" a growl was heard on the other end of the phone "Got it, Boss!"

Panne wriggled as much as she could to break free from these men. She was found at a disadvantage. She wasn't fully recovered and her guard had been down when they broke in. She knew the fighting pits would get her in trouble but she was stupid to think no circumstances would be as serious as to want her dead. Honestly she had no idea how much money took place in Gotham's fighting pits, as long as she got paid she didn't care about the rest. But by the looks of this situation, it must've been a lot of damn money. She reached for the knife on her pocket as her vision started to blur due to the lack of oxygen she was receiving. She carelessly slashed above her causing the thug to loosen his grip on the rope as he clutched his face where it bled.

"Agghh! My face! – He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand "Now you are dead for sure!" He took the knife from her hand and just when he raised his arm to stab her, the door kicked open. Both men reached for their guns but were too slow. Shots were fired and both bodies fell onto the floor, one of them falling on Panne, making her grunt in pain.

Frost put away his gun into his holster and ran towards Panne, tossing the man on top of her to the side. She gasped for breath and coughed uncontrollably. He took a glance at one of the attacker's hand, noticing a big golden ring with what seemed to be Falcone's insignia "Can you stand?" Jonny helped her get to her feet as she clutched her side "I have a broken rib, I won't be able to fight a 100% for a bit…" She looked at Jonny with pain on her expression "I'm in no shape to cause a good impression either." She chuckled followed by a cough and a cry as she clutched harder. "Look, you are no longer safe here. I already called the Boss and told him what was happening. You'll move in with us now, it'll be better for you. Don't worry about your things, the boys will come tomorrow and move out everything." He placed her arm around his shoulders as he crouched down to pick her up. "Thanks Jonny…." Her voice soft, eyes clutched at the pain "Don't worry about it. Friends forever, remember?" he smiled and she smiled back and closed her eyes.

"This is a short one since it's an introduction, just so you can get the idea of the story. Also this story takes place before Joker meets Harley, so she won't be around until much later on. Please review and tell me what you think. It'll mean so much!" –Katmeroo