A piece based off a very intense dream I had the other night. Please keep in mind this wasn't really edited and it's been a year (almost to the day!) since I've watched Suicide Squad so if you could point out major mistakes I'd really appreciate it! Enjoy (and reviews only serve to make me better ;) )

Robin hadn't been working long at this shit show they called the devils asshole. As a matter of fact she hadn't been working long - period. A fresh face from the police academy she nearly died of shock when her first month at a police precinct downtown Boston had her stumbling upon a cover up involving several dirty cops, lead by the chief of police himself. There had been death threats and there had been close calls but in the end Robin raised her head, put her foot down, and gave them all the middle finger while she revealed all to the worlds press. With every complaint being cut off by the friends of these blue-clad criminals, always followed up by a little visit, each more painful than the last, she did it the only way she could. She jumped in front of a live news broadcast, prepped with photos of every known cop involved and two duplicates of all the information she had, handed straight to the anchors and producers. They had a much harder time stopping her then.

But her media commandeering stunt caught more attention than she gathered and by the next week she had accepted a position in a secret government prison. "We need people like you," they told her. "A real servant of the law." Her hesitation must have been obvious as they very quickly mentioned all the posibilities of advancement.

But it was today of all days she half suspected this was more of a punishment. As if those that tried to stop her before had made good on their promise - a fate worse than death. It wasn't just the endless boring guard duty, which was the total opposite reason she became a cop, but the other characters of the guards that she worked with. It seemed to her that it wasn't just the worst of the criminals they were hiding away here.

Blake, a man constantly staind with cheeto crumbs and with arms so large Robin was seriously considering getting him a beday for Christmas for purely sanitary reasons, had practically chortled when he shoved a trolly of food trays towards her. As if he knew damn well that this was all the 'advancement' she was ever gonna get.

Pushing irritation aside she held her head up high and went along with her task, no other sound within the isolated jail wing other than a smooth steady squeak of the trolly wheels and clop clop of her standard issue shoes in their brisk pace.

She went about handing out the food to the prisoners she's gotten to know so well from afar. Robin found it surprisingly easy getting so up close to such notorious criminals. And a part of her had to admit, kill counts aside, the liked them.

She walked into a large room, an old cafeteria converted into a large cell with a cage in the middle. And there hung Harley Quinn in all her mad splendor.

"Soups on, Harley!" Robin called over, immediately catching the womans interest.

"Oh, honey, you must be new here to sound so perky." Harley came down from her perch and leant against the bars of her cage. "There's a lot o' bad apples around here, ya know. Why don't you come in here where it's safe? You know we girls gotta stick together!"

"Aw that's sweet, Harley. Tell you what. If anything happens I'll bring you a present." Robin replied with a smirk as she watched the womans eyes grow wide.

"Oooh, what?"

Robin leaned closer to the bars and whispered, "Their balls on a chain. You could wear it like a necklace if you'd like." She handed Harley her tray through the slot in the bars.

"Nothin' like a gift made with love!" Harley giggled. "What's your name, girly?"

"Robin."

"Aw yeah? I knew a Robin once. Killer cheek bones but not nearly as pretty as you. Could really rock a pair o' tights, though." Harley winked at her before turning away with her food dish.

Robin took a deep breath as she continued her route, mulling over her encounter with Harley. Robin had had many dealings with all sorts of criminals before she was a cop and she'd taken down quite a few in her month before her breakthrough, but never any of this calliber. But there was one here she wasn't quite sure how to feel about... And she was coming up on his door, through which she could hear a dull thud thud thud.

Robin took a deep breath before looking through the grate on the door, effectively hiding the way her eyebrows shot up in interest. There stood Deadshot, Floyd Lawton, with his back to the door, bare skin glistening with sweat as he lay hit after hit onto his rolled up mattress. He continued a barrage of hits as if totally unaware of the attention, though from having read his (rather extensive) file she knew full well he knew she was there.

"Soups on, Floyd." She said, opening the slot on the door and pushing the tray through. She held her poker face tight as he turned around, using his shirt to mop up the sweat dripping down his face.

"What we got here today..." He muttered, somewhat breathlessly, more to himself than to her. "Looks like some... preserved shit patte on some good ol' home grown sun dried shitwheat toast. Mmm. Does the body good, don't it?" He looked up and caught her eye, making it clear he really had been speaking to her. He eyed her as well as he could through the small rectangle in the door. "Maybe you could give me something a little sweeter to eat, hmm?" He chuckled to himself as he moved the tray over to his cot. Robin didn't know why she stood there watching him as he spoke but she couldn't seem to help herself. "Come on now Robin, don't be jealous of my gourmet spread."

"How... How do you know my name?"

"Robin Leigh of the Boston PD. Twenty-seven years old, 5'9", 145lbs..." He turned to her and made his way back over to the door. "Not much left, righ? Two younger sisters, dead. Parents, dead. Kid, dead. A cat, Scully, recently deceased." Robin paled at the mention of her elderly cat, killed by the thugs that broke into her apartment. She'd come home one day to find her cat swinging from her ceiling fan; a warning from the police chief. Her brain scrambled to figure out how he would have known as it was never reported due to the fact the police were to ones responsible. Did he...?

"Favourite position... on the eastern facing couch, two pillows behind and three under the legs, with your nose in a book." He finished quietly.

"You never miss." Regardless of the fact that he was locked away she still fought to keep her voice level as every muscle in her body began to tremble. Her jaw set firm and her eyes locked on his as she spoke. "If I was your target why didn't you kill me."

"Cheap pigs... wouldn't anti up for more than a warning shot."

Robin's fingers twitched in their urge to reach up and brush her cheek, where a thin scar could still be seen in certain light. An afternoon off had turned terrifying, not long after the day she'd come home to find Scully. Sitting on her couch reading her latest book she heard glass break and a picture fall off the wall in front of her. It wasn't until she'd gotten up to find a bullet had pierced her photographed face, pushed off to the side of the large family photo, that she'd even felt her cheek begin to sting. The bullet had grazed her first. At the time she had considered it a barely missed shot and the photograph to be an eery coincidence, but considering who she was now talking to... Nevertheless, it had been the last time she'd sat so carelessly. It had also been the last straw before her live TV debut.

Floyd's eyes were still on her, watching her reaction, trying to see what to make of her. She knew full well it was a play.

"Do you ever stop and think..." She paused, ready to play along. "How would Eddie feel about you trying to kill a bunch of kindergarteners?" At the mention of his brother his whole body seemed to ripple yet he didn't move a muscle. "You think he'd be proud of his big brother?"

They stared each other down in silence before Robin took a step back, hand on the latch, ready to close the grate.

"You should eat something if you're gonna keep going on like that." She nodded towards his makeshift punching bag. Suddenly his hand was on hers, stopping her from closing the grate, his face up close to the rectangle opening. The movement made the guards on either side of his cell burst into action only to be halted by Robin, wordlessly telling them to stand down. Floyd eyed them with contempt before setting sights back on Robin, the heat of his hand making hers pulse beneath it.

"You think just cause you're on the otherside of this wall that you ain't a prisoner, too?" He whispered to her before abruptly dropping her hand and turning away from the door.

His voice played over again in her mind for longer than she'd care to admit.