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Isabella's POV

I was carted out of my cell on a wheelchair. They had put back on my straight jacket and muzzle before they rolled me out of here. Waller had appeared to be impressed when I showed her my abilities but I wasn't too sure, she was a tough nut to crack. I looked around to the best of my ability and surveyed the frenzied motions of everyone around me. Some lady was shouting at the guards as they shoved something into the back of her neck. Knowing it was something bad, I immediately started struggling as I got closer to the long needle. I started thrashing around wildly in the chair while staring wide eyed at it in front of me. An elbow to the head caused my struggles to cease while I felt the needle enter deep in my neck. I groaned in pain as they continued rolling me away. When we stopped all I could see was unknown military personnel everywhere. The only recognizable face I saw was Rick Flag and he was standing with what was obviously a bunch of criminals being released from their own restraints. I eyed them warily, trying to place the faces of the multiple villains around me.

There was a large mutated crocodile man with a scary face snarling at those who got to close, a tall black man with a killer beard standing next to this crazy looking blonde girl talking to herself. A dirty looking man falling out of a black bag caused me to cringe slightly and look away towards the last two men standing there. A man covered in tattoos and a big man who headbutted a female guard in the face. I snickered through the muzzle at seeing the girl on the ground and clutching her face in pain. In return I got a slap to the back of the head which caused me to growl slightly under my breath. I just wanted to get out of these restraints and join the fun. These guys looked like my kind of people.

Feeling hands lifting me up from the chair and bringing me closer to the action made me grin slightly under the muzzle. At the new movement I could see that I drew the attention of everyone on me. I could imagine the picture I made. A heavily restrained girl with wavy black hair and wild blue eyes. I could practically hear what they were thinking. 'Who is that girl?' 'How big of a threat is she?' the works. And I loved it. I always enjoyed being the center of attention, though I mainly kept to the shadows as to not get captured and sent to a place like this. That obviously didn't work out though, seeing as I am here, and not ripping the throat out of the man who betrayed me. Thinking of him made me angry, the guard escorting me happened to glance at my face in time to see my eyes glow briefly before turning back to normal. I got a shove for that one, I need to be more careful otherwise I'll go into this with more bruises than necessary. Of course, I am thinking this as I fall straight into the ground, unable to catch myself because of the restraints. I hear loud cackling in the background which I can only assume is the blonde chick from the feminine sound. I snarled loudly at him when he picked me back up and stopped me a couple feet from the laughing chick.

I watched silently as the guards slowly undid the restraints, leaving my hands free. I clenched my fists when the one who pushed me moved forward to take off the offending thing from my face. Once it was completely off I immediately grabbed him by the throat and squeezed, bringing him about an inch from my face and staring him dead in the eyes. It was incredibly intense for the next few seconds before I flung him into a crate where he slumped there, passed out. Flag was abruptly in my face screaming at me about god knows what, frankly I didn't give a damn. And I knew he could tell I wasn't listening because he grew red in the face with anger and strode away to do something, leaving me with the rest of the criminals. I stretched my arms out above my head and slowly popped my back with a sigh of relief.

Observing those around me with calculating eyes I suddenly smirked. "Wow you sure know how to pick em' dontcha Waller?" I say to myself, staring at the other criminals around me. At my words all eyes flicker to me and I smirk widely before sticking my hand out to the closest one to me. "Hi, my names Jinx, what's yours beautiful?" Flag looks at me and scowls. "Quit flirting and pay attention La'Poux!" he snaps. I retract my hand with a pout. "Touchy." He just ignored me and I crossed my arms in indignation when a pale hand thrust itself into my vision.

I turned and was met with the blonde girl, who had a huge grin on her face. "Harley Quinn at your service!" she said, shaking our hands quickly. "It's nice to meetcha Jinxy! I think that we're gonna get along great." I rose an eyebrow at the nickname but just ignored it and grinned back at the girl before releasing her hand and looking at the rest of them, waiting. The the black man with the beard was the next to introduce himself to me. "The names Deadshot, and you got some balls acting that way towards Flag shorty." At his words I smirked at him and shrugged slightly. "I'm not one for authority figures. But, seeing as you are all here, I'm guessing I'm not the only one." He just laughed and pointed at me, grinning. The tattooed man just looked at me for a moment before saying in a quiet voice, "Diablo." I nodded at him while the rest of them introduced themselves. The dirty man was Captain Boomerang and the crocodile guy was called Killer Croc. The last man just introduced himself as Slipknot before ignoring me completely. After they introduced themselves Flag spoke.

"Listen up! Inside your necks, it's a nanite explosive. It's the size of a rice grain with the power of a hand grenade. You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You irritate me or vex me...and guess what? You-" Before he could continue explaining I raised my hand with a grin and jumped up and down. "Ohhh pick me pick me. Let me guess...we die." I say enthusiastically. He scowled and snapped at me to shut up before continuing on. "La'Poux here guessed right. You'll die." At that Harley also raised her hand and spoke "I'm known to be quite vexing, I'm just forewarning you.."

"Lady, shut up!" he glared before speaking once more. "This is the deal. You're going somewhere very bad to do something that will get you killed. But until that happens, you're my problem." he said with disdain and hatred practically dripping from every word. 'Jeez what a drama queen' the voice of my twin sister resonates through my head and I put my hand over my mouth to stop the laugh that threatened to escape. Seeing me struggling not to laugh Flag gives me a sharp look, causing me to drop my hand and purse my lips.

At his words Deadshot strode forward, "So was that some kind of pep talk?" he asked incredulously, rubbing behind his head with his eyebrows raised sarcastically. "Yeah, that was a pep talk." Flag replied shortly. "Grab what you need for the flight. We're wheels up in ten." Rolling my eyes I heard Deadshot speak again. "You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. You ever heard of Phil Jackson?" Crossing his arms Flag replied. "Yeah." "Well he's the gold standard 'kay? Triangle bitch, study." Deadshot says, holding his fingers up in a triangle before walking away.

I watched as they all started digging into the crates in front of them. Looking to my right, I see a crate of my own with a black cat on the front. I rolled my eyes and opened it, only to the clothes and weapons I was captured in laying inside. I grinned and clapped to myself and started pulling my stuff out.

The first articles of clothing I saw were my matching black bra and panties which I grinned at before slipping off the disgusting orange clothing, leaving me in a white sports bra and undershorts. I looked up and met the eyes of Harley and winked at her, causing her to giggle before continuing putting her stuff on. I felt eyes watching me as I slowly pulled off the sports bra, leaving my breasts exposed for a moment before my hair covered them. Smirking to myself, I quickly slipped on the bra before putting on the underwear. I simply maneuvered them on without taking off the shorts before pulling those off with a quick motion.

Finally, I was so glad I was out of those old things. The next thing I pulled out were my comfortable leather pants that I loved so much. They didn't look it but they were soft and really easy to move around in. Pulling those on I pulled out the last two pieces of clothing in their. A black, high necked crop top that ended a couple inches above my bellybutton and the soft mesh cover that I would put over my mouth so my face couldn't be recognized on any cameras or security systems. Pulling them on, but leaving the cover around my neck I grabbed out my double knife holsters and strapped those to my thighs and placing the beautiful blades inside.

After I had everything on I grabbed my makeup that was placed inside and started putting it on. When I was done I had on a smoky eye with black winged eyeliner and dark, midnight blue lipstick to match my eyes. I went to close the crate before noticing my black, fingerless gloves at the bottom. I grinned before putting them on my fingers and stretched out my hands, admiring them. Feeling awesome, I looked around and saw that everyone was not only watching me, but also Harley with wide eyes and open mouths. "What?" we said, synchronized, Harley cocking her head to the right, and me smirking. Caught, they all quickly continued moving while me and Harley just giggled to ourselves, amused.

Just standing there, I listened in on a small conversation between Harley and Deadshot. Seeing him holding a mask in his hand and staring down at it while Harley just smirked before speaking. "Won't fit anymore? Too much junk in the trunk?" "Nah," he replies. "Everytime I put this in, somebody dies." "And?" Harley challenges, raising an eyebrow. He just looks at her for a moment before grinning slightly. "I like putting it on." Chuckling to myself I looked away and found my eyes watching Captain Boomerang antagonize Diablo. "Hey, what's that crap on your face, does it wash off? Boomerang says in his thick Australian accent, waving his weapons in the air around him for emphasis. Deadshot, noticing them as well, piped in. "Hey, ya'll might wanna leave home boy alone. He could torch this whole joint. Ain't that right ese?" he asked, turning to Diablo, who just nodded.

I just rolled my eyes before folding my arms up behind my head and blowing out a huff of air, bored. Seeing the bored look on my face Harley looks at me curiously. "So, what did you do to get yourself into this place Jinxy?" she asked curiously with a head tilt. Her question drew the others attention towards me, waiting for my answer. I grinned lazily, before shrugging my shoulders. "Nothing much. Just killed a lot of people and had those chosen become my own personal playthings . Nothing special really." Thinking back at all the people I had at my disposal, my eyes glowed brightly. Where the lives of everyone there was entirely up to me to decide. To fight and die, or serve and survive. All up to me. Seeing my eyes glow and the lazy grin turned menacing caused Deadshot to chuckle slightly before clapping me on the shoulder, startling me out of my reverie. "I think we'll get along great shorty." he said with a smile. I just looked up at him and grinned, showing my white teeth. "Well I certainly would hope so" I purred before shrugging his hand off my shoulder and saunter away towards Flag, who had just turned around with a small tablet pointed towards us.

"Behold, the voice of God." he said when a video of Waller popped up on the screen. All of us gathering around the tablet she spoke. "For those of you who don't know me officially, I am Amanda Waller. There is an event in Midway City. I want you to enter the city, rescue HVT1 and get them to safety." she states seriously. My eyebrows scrunched up at the unfamiliar term, seeing Deadshot speak up I was not the only one. " Uhhh, I'm sorry. For those of us who don't speak good guy, what's HVT1?" he said, confused. "The only person in this city you can't kill." she answers. "Complete this mission and you get time off your prison sentences, fail the mission and you die. Anything that happens to Colonel Flag and I will kill every single one of you." Uneasy, all we did was stand there while she spoke. "Remember, I'm watching. I see everything." And with those lovely parting words the screen goes black. "There's your pep talk." Flag deadpanned. Deadshot shook his head slightly "Compared to your shit? She killed it." he shot back. I just rolled my eyes. "So that's it? We're some kind of suicide squad?" he asks, wary of what he was getting himself into. "I'll notify your next of kin" Flag replies. Blinking, I scoff softly before turning away, watching a helicopter land next to us. Lovely.