A/N Short drabble dedicated to ddcruz1998.
Disclaimer: I don't own Suicide Squad.
He wasn't testing her.
No.
He knew that she was so devoted, so trusting, so infinitely and forever his, that she would always do whatever he desired, whether it was insane or not.
No, it wasn't her faith, or commitment he was worried about.
It was his.
Was a relationship with a psychotic nurse even worth pursuing? Would the baggage that it would entail be worth enduring?
He didn't know, but he certainly wanted to find out.
The person he was really going to test tonight, he realized, was himself.
How many steps away from her would he be able to take?
How long would it be until he gave in?
He watched her as she spread out her arms, and stepped off the edge of the platform, her body striking the inside of the acidic container below and being engulfed by its liquid.
He immediately turned himself away from the loyal scene before him, and began taking a few steps in the other direction with the highest hopes that he wouldn't be turning himself back around.
He didn't care for her, he told himself.
It was all just an act.
A dirty trick to sneak his way into her heart and grant himself freedom from that cesspool of imbeciles, that - that... asylum.
He wasn't going to turn.
He couldn't.
He wouldn't.
There was no way in hell he was going to let a Doctor like her weasel her way into his heart.
And-
Damn.
Damn. Damn.
Without a thought, his hand instinctively reached for his suit's sleeve and yanked it off his arm as he spun around to face the acid pit below.
This was going to be a hell of an evening, he could tell.