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Thank you for stopping by my little story. I watched Suicide Squad this morning and I loved it. My brain is now full of a mess of ideas for fan fictions. I loved the character Diablo so I decided to create a Diablo/OC story.

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Prologue: Subways and Sleaze balls

Cleo POV

I hated the subway, it was always so damn crowded. It was warm, very warm I could feel myself beginning to sweat under my PVC coat, I immediately regretted my choice of outer wear as I began to pull the plastic from my damp skin with a light groan. I crooked my neck to catch a glimpse of the time on watch of the man standing opposite me - It was rush hour. The lovely people of Gotham were coming home from a hard days work, young couples were heading into the city to hit the clubs, it was a plethora of different identities and styles filled the metal tin can of a train. I hated the subway. I hated being near people. I hated being trapped with so many people in a giant metal can – this was anything but the ideal place for me to be, but I was hardly in the financial position to afford my own car so for the time being I have to take this horrible tin can to get myself around.

I would often wonder why I remained in this bloody city; it was not my home – far from it in fact. I had moved here for college two years ago, when that fell through I started working as a bartender in one of the popular gentlemen's clubs. I have no idea why they are called gentlemen's clubs – the men that graced the bar where anything but gentlemen. Crude pricks would be the adjective I would use to describe the majority of the clients. The girls would often come to me with stories of how they had been asked to live out some of their perverted fetishes; some girls would do it if the money was right. A small part of me envied the dancers at the club; the girls were on a lot more money per night than I would ever be on working on the bar.

Unfortunately, a job that primarily involves rubbing yourself up against horny old men would not suit me one bit. How on earth would I be expected to gyrate and grind up against any of the punters when I am unable to even brush past a stranger without hurting them.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the subway doors opened at my stop; I welcomed the cool that hit my skin as I made my way up the stairs to the ground level making quite sure to avoid brushing up against any strangers on the way up. Making my way up the stairs I was extra careful not to touch or brush myself against the metal rail of the stairwell as I ascended up the levels. It would have been nice to be able to take the escalators like everyone else, sadly, I tried that once and I won't be doing it again.

I wasn't like the majority of the people in this city. So many people think it would be such a blessing to have a power, to have a gift that could be used to help people. I had to admit. The ability to create and control static and electricity sounds like something which would be a highly sought after gift, when in reality – it is hell. It has its perks, I mean I am my own taser so late night jogs around the city are not so much of an issue anymore. I can charge my phone up pretty quickly and I don't have to pay my electricity bill anymore which with my current financial position was a blessing in itself.

The negatives however, completely outweighed any positive aspects to my powers. I couldn't touch people, I was a walking electric shock – people had tried to touch me of course and I had tried so hard to control it. Nothing worked, I tried yoga once, I got so frustrated that I made my TV blow its fuses and is now sitting pretty in the skip across from my studio. I tried going to the gym for about a month I thought that would help get the tension out of me; whenever I got too overexcited all the light bulbs would flicker and blow – I caused four epileptic fits in one afternoon…that was exciting.

I let out an involuntary sigh as I walked out of the subway and into the streets of Gotham. It was cold; the air was crisp and caught at the back of my throat as I walked down the streets. Snow had gathered on the paving, it was all quite beautiful and serene when you took a moment to look at the city in this way. Pulling my PVC gloves up my arms, I pulled my coat tighter around my body trying my hardest to lock in the heat that had been found under the plastic layers a few moments ago.

PVC was the only material I had found that did not conduct my voltage, it helped a little but the fact that I walked around the city like some kind of dominatrix did cause a few conservative folks to stare, especially when I went to mass. The congregation never approved of my PVC outfits but I didn't care – they would probably say I was a demon that needed to be sent straight to Hell if they caught on to what I was capable of.

As I made my way down the street I started to feel something in the pit of my stomach. Something was not right, I began to feel like I was being watched, the hairs on my neck pricked against the PVC collar of my coat as I sped up my pace, my heeled boots leaving imprints in the snow as I made my way down the street. Checking over my shoulder for any people following me I turned a corner into an alley and pulled out my keys and walked into the back of the club.

I caught sight of the clock in the back as I took off my coat and placed it on the hanger in the changing rooms before making my way out into the bar. It was still early, I would be the one of the first people at the bar my boss Jackie would already be in the bar or she would be arriving soon. It was always one of us getting in first to open up. I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard a crash coming from the main stage. The feeling in my stomach had returned as I made my way slowly into the main room, the lights were still off – the room was dark, from what I could see a few of the tables and chairs had been broken, flung over into the corner of the room. I swallowed hard as I heard the familiar voice of Jackie pleading and whimpering before I heard a loud crunch and then a chilling silence filled the air.

"Well she was less fun than I thought she'd be. What a boring woman, I expected more considering she owned this place." A gruff voice came from the far end of the room; I crouched down underneath one of the remaining tables, hoping that I was hidden under the safety of the large booth.

"Dude, did you hear that?" A second voice echoed the air, making me gasp and attempt to make myself smaller under the table. "No, what did you hear?" The original gruff voice asked as they made their way over to the door I had left from. I felt my heart begin to race as I noticed their bloodied brown boots trailing blood across the wooden floor. I gagged a little, covering my mouth with my hand as I prayed silently for the two men to leave the bar and not cause any more trouble or before they found me.

"Check the back room; see if there is anyone back there." The gruff voice ordered as the second pair of bloodied boots made their way away from the table. My heart sank; my white PVC coat would be seen hanging up in the back room. They would know I was here.

"Bro, she is here, her coat is in the back. Her ID was in her bag, it's her." The second voice said as he returned to the room clutching my coat in his hands. My heart sank, I did not like confrontation and I had been doing so well keeping a low profile recently I did not want it to go out the window in one night because of these fools.

"Come on lovely, we just want to talk to you." The gruff voice began to taunt as he slowly made his way around the room. I shuffled myself as far under the table as I could, I felt my arms and legs starting to shake but I couldn't tell if it was nerves or the electrical pulses going through my skin. I was never good at controlling my ability when I was emotional and this situation was hitting all of the wrong buttons for me.

"Come out girly, we won't hurt you – that much. I just want to have a look at that pretty face of yours, maybe skull fuck it a few times." The second voice purred darkly as he made his way over to the light switch on the wall. This was bad, I had half a chance of escape if the room stayed dark, if they hit the lights they would see me in an instant.

"Bro, the Boss wants her alive. You heard the orders." My heart sank as I tried not to imagine what crude thoughts were going through the mans head. I had two options, I could hide out under this table and pray they would leave or I could fight them. I was really not in the mood to fight tonight, they had just killed Jackie, I was pissed but there were two of them. I was only one woman, with a basic amount of control over her powers. I would probably electrocute myself in the process of fighting off the two offending men.

"Dude, chill – I won't kill her. I just want to get a taste of that pie. You get me?" The pervert chuckled as he signalled to his partner, making the second man chuckle.

"Man, you are one crude ass motherfucker. You know that right?" The second voice chuckled as he turned on the main room lights making me wince. Within mere moments the two men had darted over to the table I was under, I could see their bloodied boots standing next to the table. I could hear my heart racing in my ears; I really did not want to do this.

I let out a scream as the top of the wooden table was ripped off of the base and thrown across the room. Looking up I caught site of the two men for the first time. They were huge, absolutely huge, one of the men had long black hair pulled back into a greasy ponytail, he looked like your typical biker gang thug – his partner was a bald middle aged man with multiple facial piercings and A horrible sense in band T-Shirts. I felt their eyes rake over my body as their minds went into loops as they imagined what they would be trying to do to me in a moments time.

"There you are pretty one. Why were you hiding from us, we are not bad guys my dear." The skinhead purred as he bent down next to me. I shuffled back as far as I could until my back hit the red leather chair behind me. The skinhead leaned into my space, I could feel his warm breath, he stunk of onions and cheap stale beer.

"What is the matter love? Cat got your – FUCK!" I smiled as the bald man was sent flying backwards upon contact with my skin. He had tried to touch my thigh, a pulse of static had managed to send him backwards into the glass bar, his weight collided with the glass shattering it on top of him, slicing up his skin.

"Grab her!" He barked at his partner who had taken a step back in shock. I quickly crawled out from what remained of the former table and ran to the other side of the room. Looking down I saw the mangled body of my friend and co-worker laying on the floor against the DJ booth. I could feel the hot salty tears filling up behind my eyes as I watched the long haired grease ball make his way over to me.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed standing myself in the most defensive position I knew, I removed my PVC gloves and dropped them on the floor, the white plastic now tainted with the blood of my deceased co-worker. The grease ball did not head my warning and continued over to me, grabbing hold of my arm and throwing me across the room on top of a table. The grease ball was sent flying across the room as he made contact with my skin; I made sure that he received a high level of static, enough to knock him out for the time being.

"I told you not to touch me." I sighed as I pulled myself up from the table and brushed myself down. Looking around the room I let out a small sob. I was too busy checking Jackie for any signs of life that I didn't notice the suited man walk in from the back.

"Miss Montagneux, my men have no manners I apologize. My name is Frank Lucas and I am here on behalf of my employer." I looked up to see an old blond man standing in the middle of the room holding onto a travel mug. Narrowing my eyes at the new addition I slowly rose to my feet, I was twenty minutes into my damn shift and I could tell the night was going to be a little odd.

"Who is your employer?" I asked coldly as I felt the familiar white sparks emitting from my palms, dancing around my fingers and up my arms. The blond man in question was not fazed by my movement as he walked towards me with a smile. His suit was expensive and fitted, this man was different than the two thugs that I had just met, yet they worked for the same person.

"That does not matter for now. Now, would you please come with me?" Mr Lucas purred as he motioned for me to move away from the back wall and out of the door. I didn't move a muscle.

"I am not going anywhere with anybody." I hissed at the suited man. I knew better than to carelessly follow a suited man out of this building. I thought for a moment I may have had a say in the situation. Oh how wrong I was…

I let out a gasp and stepped back as the suited man threw the contents of his mug over my body. The cold water which filled the glass covered my arms and head soaking my skin and rolling off of the PVC. I felt the familiar sharp burn of my static attacking my own body – the waves of electric hit me over and over as I dropped to the floor and began to shake and scream. I tried so hard to stay awake as my body was shocked over and over but to no avail. Within moments my eyes began to feel heavy and the world faded into black.

"Yes you are sweetheart."

Belle Reve Penitentiary

Cleo POV

Groans were the only sounds that exited my body as I lay against the cold wet stone floor. I felt light droplets of water hitting my face and running down my cheeks onto the floor. Why is it raining? Am I still in the bar? No, it felt different; it smelled different – damp and wet. The wooden floor which was found in the bar had been replaced for ice cold stone. As my eyes slowly opened I noticed there were no lights in the room, I had expected to be met with some form of light.

I let out another groan as I pulled myself up from the floor and pushed myself onto my knees, sitting back onto my feet I stretched out my back and felt the familiar click as my joins all aligned again. I always found it to be a strange addition to my powers, I was able to emit shocks from my body but if I made contact with any liquids I would feel my own voltage and it would knock me out for the count. Taking baths and showers was always a fun experience…

I stood up from my spot on the floor and looked around the cell. It was small, very small. A small white plastic bucket sat in the corner of the room. God knows, I would not be using that! There were no windows in my cell, the air was thick and the walls covered in damp. The smallest slither of light seeped through the crack in the door frame, a metal door, reinforced with a plastic coating.

"Let me out!" I screamed as I slammed my palms down against the door. Praying that someone would be able to hear me on the other side but no one answered me. "Let me out of here right now or I you will regret it." I screamed once more as I slammed my hands harder and harder against the plastic coating.

"Miss Montagneux, your cell is padded with a static and soundproof proof lining. You will not be able to shock anyone whilst you are in there." A voice echoed from the speaker in the corner of my cell.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I screamed up at the speaker. I looked around the room and noticed there were a number of well hidden cameras and microphones in the walls, they were hidden very well I was impressed. I slowly made my way back to the center of the room and crossed my arms across my chest, I was cold. The sprinklers were spraying me with freezing cold mist – I was in no position to blast my way out of this place.

"That is of no importance as of now." The female's voice echoed through the room. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. This woman was intimidating to say the least; I was not particularly used to dealing with situations like this. Normally if I came into any issues I would just spark up and run until I was found, then I would rinse and repeat. It always worked for me, sadly, this time it looks like there was nowhere for me to run to.

"Why did you bring me here, if it is about the accident at the bar– " I tried to explain myself, I knew bad things happened to meta-humans I had heard about these places, the prisons where they would break you down and turn your own mind against you. I didn't fancy that again, I had dealt with it once before. I promised it wouldn't happen again – not whilst I could fight. "I don't care about what happened Miss Montagneux." The voice echoed nonchalantly, I could feel myself becoming more and more agitated, I never did do well in closed spaces and this room was getting smaller and smaller the longer I spent in it.

"Then why the fuck are you keeping me in this cell? I am not a lab rat you can experiment on. Who do you think you are?!" I screamed up at the camera. I did not know what good that would do, but I had to get some aggression out.

"You are my chess piece now; I can do whatever I want with you. Good day Miss Montagneux" The voice stated with a chuckle, the speakers clicked as they turned off. I sunk to my knees and wept, I was angry, so angry I could feel my body shaking underneath me, I tried to calm down the white shocks which had began to expel themselves from my body but it was no use. More and more shocks kept coming; I felt the cold mist of the sprinklers hiding my body. I couldn't contain myself anymore; I let out a shriek and felt my current run through my body knocking me to the ground in a unconscious pile.

When I awoke I was in yet another place, this place was light, very light. I squeezed my eyelids together to try and block out the harsh light which hung in front of my eyes. I was strapped to something, rubber and plastic covered my body from my shoulder to my feet, I was tied down, I couldn't move. This was not good…

"Good morning pretty lady." A familiar gruff voice echoed through the room, I swallowed hard, I knew that voice belonged to the bald thug from the other night. I had not killed him, I knew that but I didn't expect him to be back so quickly.

I tried to open my mouth to speak but I had a large piece of wood wedged between my teeth. I was starting to become more aware as I came around from my concussion – I was in pain, my whole body ached, my jaw was killing me. How long had I had that piece of wood wedged in there for?

"Don't try and speak – we have a few tests to do carry out this morning. As you said – you are our new lab rat. Well one of them at least." The skinhead laughed as he moved up to top of the bed and looked down at me. He had changed his outfit; he was no longer covered in blood. He was clean, he smelled sterile, like bleach – the blood stained clothes replaced with a white lab coat.

"Now you just lay back and relax. Imagine you are in the spa. A pretty thing like that can do that can't you?" The bald man purred as he stroked my caramel blonde hair out of my face, I glared up at him as he wiggled his gloved fingers in front of my face.

"I am not making that mistake again Sparky. Now, be still for one moment would you Petal, I just need to give you a shot." He chuckled as he took out a large syringe gun and placed it to my neck and pulled the trigger.

'I really should have just stayed in bed today…'

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