A/N: Alright! I'm jumping on the bandwagon ya'll! I just have so many ideas flying through my head for these awesome characters and I had to get them out. So here it is. Let me know what you think, if I should continue this or not. Flames or fluffies I don't really care, Imma write this either way. Peace and love babies!
A large glass cube stood center stage, isolated in a rubber coated room. Large clear slabs stood, 10 feet tall and 8 feet wide, making up the walls, ceiling and floor. Every foot and a half a small circle sat, only about two inches claiming its circumference, letting air flow move through the enclosure. And occasionally conversation for the lone figure postured right in the middle of the floor, the only surface free of the small holes.
The body sat, legs crossed loosely beneath her and arms laid across them, wrists touching knees and hands lightly cupped upwards. Her back was as straight as if someone had been holding a rod to her spine and her head was tilted just barely to the right, causing some of her wayward curls to spring to life around her face and neck. Eyes closed and lips barely parted she slowly filled her lungs, breathing deep through her nose. The smells of the prison invaded her senses once again and blue sparks jumped around the tips of her fingers in response to her disgust as she let out a harsh breath through her mouth.
Even after a year of being held in the black hole known as Belle Reve the sights, sounds and smells still disgusted and infuriated her. The bed made of concrete and thin ratty sheet she'd been made to sleep with. The sounds of metal clashing and groaning into all hours of the night, interrupting the little sleep she managed to grab on her bed o' torture. The meals that she was half certain had less food than just random objects in it at times. The guards...oh, the guards. Every single one of them had a serious superiority complex, and their larger than life attitudes were severely compensating for something in her opinion. In the time she'd been incarcerated she'd seen dozens of guards, been handled by a dozen more, and she'd etched every single one of their faces into her mind. Because when she finally got out- when and not if- she was going to burn every single one of them to the ground. Especially that fucker Griggs. Mr. Macho man seemed to get his kicks from hashing it out with the metas. Or any of the big villains lucky enough to grace the penitentiaries cells really. As long as they were locked up and he had his toys.
Slamming cell doors, closer than before, caused her eyes to snap open just as an irritatingly familiar voice called out to her. Speak of the devil...
"Time for some eats lightening bitch!" Griggs stood a few feet from her cell, a shit eating grin on his face. In one hand his gun hung loosely, not filled with live ammo but with tightly compacted beanbags instead, seeing as their tasers wouldn't effect her and they didn't want to actually kill her. In his other he waved around a plain paper plate, a brown runny substance slopping itself across its surface. With a sneer of disdain and energy lighting up her fingers she stood, the scratchy material of the prison mandated uniforms sliding across her skin irritatingly and hanging a little looser than it had so many months ago. She'd hardly taken a step before the plastic muzzle of a gun was poked through the hole in her cell.
"Ah, ah , ah there Sparky. Hows about you kill the light show 'fore you come any closer."
Hard brown eyes, lit with sadistic glee, met green-blue swimming with disdain. Refusing to look away she felt her upper lip curl in a snarl, but still quelled the snapping of power in her hands. With a self satisfied huff Griggs lowered the gun and sent a short nod over his shoulder. A part of her glass prison detached and slid to the side, just enough so he could slip the vile looking meal through and into her hands. Naturally wide eyes rounded further at the mess she held and the absolutely foul smell it emitted. The odor was familiar though, and when the answer came to her she couldn't help the furious growl that ripped its way out of her chest, nor the blazing bands of blue and white the coated her hands and singed her disgusting surprise.
"Dog food ya fecka! I swear when I get oudda here..."
"What's wrong baby? Don't like my gift? Don't ya remember our last little chat? You were so damn proud of being a bitch, weren't ya." The light tone of voice Griggs had begun with steadily became darker the longer he talked. "Figured I'd get ya a little something. Take real good care of my lil lightening bitch."
For a few moments the air in the cell seemed to freeze and electrify all at once, and then she lunged. Knowing enough to not thrust her hand through the food slot, no matter how much she wanted to get a handful of the bastard and take him down, she instead settled for simply pressing herself against the glass. Settling both palms flat against the wall, making sure the middle of each was over one of the small holes, she grinned viciously at the stunned expression on her tormentors face. Snarling angrily she pushed her powers out and could feel them nearly rocket from her hands. So long without the use of them put them in a sort of overload state, causing more intense bursts for a short time when she used them again. Unfortunately for her, the rageful overloaded bolts missed their target, one flying over his head and the other only skimming his side. Not enough to even hurt him, but he'd be feeling like he got a pretty intense shock for a while.
Wild angry eyes met hers and orders were bellowed out to Griggs' fellow officers. The holes of her cell quickly slid shut with a soft puff of air and knowing there was no way to fight what was about to happen she simply stood there. Arms crossed and lips quirked in a smirk she held the sadistic mans eyes defiantly, even as the knock out gas rose from below her and her head swam. Even as her legs locked and her knees met the ground. Even as her vision blackened around the edges, she refused to break eye contact until she had no choice and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Amanda Waller cut into her steak contently, eyes half-lidded and fixed on the man in front of her flipping through a thick binder. A bright red TOP SECRET was emblazoned across the front, and the papers the man was currently studying contained the profiles of the worst of the worst. Her new little project. She'd just finished explaining Deadshot and Harley Quinn and was now waiting patiently to answer whatever questions he conjured about the next file.
"And her? What about this one?"
A quick glance showed the mug shot of a young woman. Tight black corkscrew curls sprung wildly about her head, tumbling around her shoulders and lying lightly against her back. Wide blue-green eyes shined proudly out of an oval face, thin pink lips turned up into a smug smirk under a slightly upturned nose. Freckles covered the expanse of her face and down her neck, her shoulders having received the same treatment. She would have been considered beautiful, if not for the thick pink scar that carved itself across her face, under her left cheekbone and over the bridge of her nose to bisect her right eyebrow and disappear into her hair line at her temple.
"That would be Corey McLoughlin, A.K.A. Surge. A member of the Masters of Disaster. Their last little foray ended in a stand off with The Batman, everyone but her managed to weasel away. Main job was their hacker. She's unsurprisingly talented when it comes to electronics. But she's done it all. Assault, arson, burglary, murder and more. On multiple counts. She's locked in the same hole as Deadshot and Quinn, and the charges just keep on racking up. She's got quite the temper."
The man glanced over her info quickly, noting key points as his eyes flicked back and forth. Originally from Ireland. Mother died when she was 9. Nothing else until she showed up in Gotham at 15 and began her petty crimes. By 20 they'd escalated exponentially. At 22 she'd joined up with the MoD and had been running with them until she was caught a little over a year ago. Currently held in a specially made cell at the Belle Reve Prison.
"And what makes you think she'll join up with you? Unlike the others there's no family or explosive insanity to exploit."
Amandas eyes glinted dangerously and a small secretive smirk curled the corners of her lips.
"Leave that to me."