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We return to our previous formation, carefully navigating the empty streets. We haven't spotted anymore creatures, but there's no telling how many are within the city. I overhear Flag talking to Amanda Waller on his communicator. She informs him the other half of his soldiers were attacked at the same time we were, and that they've lost all contact with them. She tells him to keep us moving; to complete the mission objective, and to do it quickly.
"Ay, doll." Digger says as we walk.
"What now?"
"Ya don't like me much, do ya?"
"You would be correct." I respond, and he smirks.
"Ya would if ya got ta know me." He tosses an arm around my shoulder.
"Why are you trying to piss me off?"
"Maybe I like ya light. Maybe I think ya cute."
"Leave her alone Harkness, before she fries your ass." Deadshot interjects.
"How bout mindin ya own?" Digger responds, raising an eyebrow.
"You should listen to him." I warn. "I told you not to touch me."
"Ay, ya know ya like it."
At that moment I decide to give him a little taste of what awaits him if he doesn't cut his shit. I allow a pulse of light to travel from my hands into my shoulders, effectively burning his arm as it hangs across me. He nearly jumps out of his skin, pulling away to rub the scorched fabric of his jacket.
"Wow." He looks at me wide-eyed. "Ya hot."
"I warned you." I smirk.
"I like it."
We're interrupted by the sound of smashing glass. I turn in time to see Harley leaning into a broken store front. She retrieves a designer purse, tossing it over her shoulder.
"What is wrong with you people?" Flag angrily asks.
"We're bad guys." Harley rolls her eyes. "It's what we do."
OOOO
An enormous building comes into view, lit up brightly against the backdrop.
"Up there." Flag informs us, pointing his gun to the building. "Our body's at the top of that building. We get up there, pull em' out of that vault their hiding in. Helo's extract us off the roof."
"Who's up there?" Deadshot asks.
"It's none of your concern." Flag responds.
I study the building before us, enormous and menacing. I don't like the idea of this. Something just doesn't feel right. It feels like we're being played.
"Ready?" Flag asks me, disturbing my thoughts.
"As I'll ever be, I guess."
"Let's do this then."
As we approach the building, Harley begins to play around with the scaly man, egging him into aggravation.
"Why do you do that?" Diablo questions, giving her a disgusted look.
"I'm bored." She whines. "I need a mind to tear apart and spit in."
"Don't try to understand it, Mate." Digger warns. "She's a rabbit hole, don't fall in."
Harley frowns, falling back to walk with me.
"What's ya story?" She elbows me hard in the ribs. "Fall into a vat of some nuclear waste? Is that why ya glow? Or maybe ya really an alien!"
"I guess I was just lucky." I force a smile.
"Aren't we all?" She gestures to our surroundings. "Oughta buy some fuckin lotto tickets. Really hit it big."
"Harley." Deadshot snaps, grabbing her arm. "Quit acting like a drunken stripper."
"Ya wanna tell me what the hell's going on then, cause uh, I smell a rat?"
I keep moving, hoping to drown out the rest of their conversation. If I don't know about their plans, then they can't include me. I end up next to Digger and he raises an eyebrow. I nod back to the crazies still chattering away behind us.
"Ah." He muses. "So, I'm the lesser evil."
"Don't push it."
"Or are ya just scared? Commin' to me to protect ya?"
"Ha!" I yell. "Pretty sure last time I had to save your ass."
"I woulda handled it."
"Next time I won't watch your back then." I sneer.
"I'd much rather be watchin' ya back anyway."
"You're just incapable of having a normal conversation, aren't you?"
"With you, yes."
Deadshot quickly passes by, catching my attention.
"Let's get this over with." He snaps, opening the broken glass door.
"Hold up." Flag yells, but it falls on deaf ears.
Cautiously, we follow him into the building, not a soul in sight as we move into the lobby.
"Ah, looks like we've got a spot of luck, ay?" Digger comments, earning glares from the rest of us. "A walk in the park. Easy peesy."
"Don't make me shoot you." Deadshot warns.
I hear the ding of an elevator, looking up just in time to see a grinning Harley ascend in the glass box.
"Fuck." Flag growls.
We follow him up the stairs, racing to meet Harley before she meets an army of ghouls instead. We arrive, ready to fight, just as the doors open to reveal a perfectly intact Harley, surrounded by the bodies of those things.
"Hi guys!" She chirps. "let's go!"
We sweep the floor, moving through what seems to be an office complex set up with a bunch of cubicles. Amanda Waller's voice breaks the silence, coming from Flag's communicator, she warns us we're surrounded. Those things are everywhere in here.
"I don't like this." Deadshot mutters, pulling his mask over his face.
"Me either." Says Flag.
"Pussies." Harley grins.
"Girl, I will knock your ass out. I don't care that you're a woman."
She's about to respond when a series of loud crashes are heard as creatures fall through the ceiling, surrounding us. The gunfire starts immediately, and I find myself being drug by the arm through a row of cubicles. I look up to see Digger's wide back as he pulls me along, keeping me behind him. He should know by now I'm much more effective at killing these things than he is.
I shake free, sliding around him in time to see him uppercut a creature.
"Ya okay?" He asks, panting.
Before I can answer, a monster tackles him through the glass door of an office. I poke my head in to see him tear it's jaw off, pushing the corpse off of him. He sits up with a large knife sticking out of his chest, causing all the blood to drain out of my face.
"Christ." I say, moving to crouch before him.
I wrap my hand around the blade, pulling it free with little resistance. It emerges, having stabbed through a wad of cash.
"Looked like ya were worried there fer a second." He quirks an eyebrow at me.
"Don't let it go to your head." I reply.
"Already has." He pulls me down next to him, just in time to kick an attacking creature, his boot destroying its chest.
"Betta get a move on." He grabs my hand, yanking me to my feet. He doesn't drop it as we walk, and I consider burning him again, but decide to let it go. We meet up with the others who've since formed a shield around Flag.
"They tried to take him again." Deadshot informs us.
"Move out!" Flag commands when the last creature has been destroyed.
We continue across the offices, exiting into a large courtyard in the middle of the building. Shots ring out from above us as the creatures appear, killing more of Flag's soldiers in the process. Digger pushes me down, forcing me to crawl in front of him through a river of hot shell casings and glass. Deadshot fends them off for the moment, but soon they begin to overwhelm us. Diablo appears and Deadshot turns on him, pushing him against the wall. The two men exchange angry words as the fire continues. After being smacked several times, Diablo pushes out to the front, raising his hands and releasing a brilliant display of flames; consuming the creatures and half the building with little effort.
When it's over, Harley jumps on his back, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I knew ya could do it!" She grins.
Digger pulls me up, and I immediately shake my hand free; tired of being jerked around like a ragdoll. The remaining soldiers blow through a concrete wall, revealing a hole into the adjacent flight of stairs. One by one, we crawl through, and begin the remaining ascent. I'm out of breath before we make it halfway. My adrenaline is beginning to wear off and the exhaustion is setting in. I'm starving, and I've almost expended all of my energy. If I keep pushing myself like this, I'm gonna burn out.
After an eternity, we reach the top, entering a small access room connected to the vault.
"Just wait." Flag motions to the group. "Please. Don't wanna give this dude a heart attack."
"Awe, he's embarrassed of us." Harley taunts.
I move to the large floor to ceiling windows that cover the wall to look out at the devastation below. Across the street, a fire rages in the top floor of an office building, the wind swirling the smoke and flames through the air. We've nearly completed their tasks, and we still have no information about what's really going on. Several of us have nearly been killed, and for what? What kind of hellish magic is at work here that they're so afraid to talk about?
"Nice view." Digger comments, startling me a bit.
"Yeah." I reply. "I'm sure it was."
"That's not what I was referring ta." He nods to me.
Oh my god, why won't he go away?
"You're ridiculous."
"I think I'm starting to grow on ya." He grins.
"Just like a fungus." I retort.
"Where ya goin after this?"
"Home, hopefully." I cross my arms. "You?"
"Don't know yet, still weighing me options."
The door opens behind us, and a moment later Flag and Deadshot emerge, the very mysterious Amanda Waller in tow.
"No way." Harley whispers.
"Let's go home." Flag announces. I feel Digger tense up beside me, a sudden shift in the room as the group surrounds Amanda.
"Yeah, let's go home." Digger growls. "That's sounds good. Ya guys wanna go home? Or do ya wanna go back ta prison?"
"I'm not going back to prison." Harley replies.
"So, I'm sayin, why don't we kill the pair of em' now before they kill us?"
Katana lurches forward, preparing to draw her sword, but Amanda stops her.
"You all got this far." She says, raising a phone to show everyone. On it, a row of pictures, each one belonging to one of the group. "Don't go gettin high spirited on me."
OOOO
Twenty minutes later we're on the roof, watching Amanda's evac helicopter come in for a landing. One of Flag's remaining soldiers tries to contact the craft via radio, only to get no response. He tries again, and again; still no answer from the other side.
"Sir, they aren't answering me." The soldier says.
A wave of tension crashes over us as Flag realizes what's happening.
"The bird's been jacked!" He yells. "Light it up!"
Just as his men are able to get a few shots off, the craft spins revealing a machine gunner. Gleefully, the man proceeds to mow down the soldiers, the rest of us running for cover. Digger jerks me by the collar, pulling us both down behind a large generator.
"Keep ya fuckin head down!" He growls in my ear.
What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?
"Get off!" I attempt to push him away but he's massive and he's managed to get me pinned.
I look up just enough to see Harley, suddenly standing amidst the chaos. She moves quickly, shedding her jacket as she goes. With a terrifying leap, she jumps off the edge of the roof, taking hold of a rope and swinging wildly through the air.
"What the fuck is she doin?" Digger mutters, his chin resting on my head.
The shooting ceases, the survivors crawling from their hiding places.
"Can you get off of me now? You weigh a fucking ton."
Digger chuckles, grabbing my waist and pulling me to my feet.
Amanda appears from the shadows, yelling for Deadshot to shoot down Harley.
"She ain't done shit to me." He replies, shrugging his shoulders.
"You're a hitman. Well, I've got a contract. Kill Harley Quinn and gain your freedom."
"Awe." He grins. "She dead."
My body goes tense. He's not really going to shoot her, is he?
He lines up his gun, looking down the sights, waiting for his chance. Harley spins through the air, twirling like a gymnast on the rope. Deadshot pulls the trigger, the sound of his gun ringing in my ears. Harley falls down the rope, tangling her arms until she hangs lifeless. A collective breath is taken, waiting to see if she'll fall to the ground below. She doesn't, however, instead swinging back with a large grin on her face; laughing hysterically.
Deadshot turns to us, addressing our shocked faces.
"I missed." He plainly says, moving past us.
Waller gives him a disappointed look before speaking into her communicator.
"Savior one-zero has been hijacked. Shoot it down."
A few moments later, a response comes through, sending a chill up my spine.
"Target destroyed ma'am." The voice says.
"Thank you." Replies Waller. "Now get me the hell out of here."
She turns to face us, a smug look on her face.
"The Joker and Harley Quinn are no more."
A somber feeling comes over me as I stare down at the shoes she'd let me have. She was batshit insane, but she didn't deserve to die like that.
"We couldn't save her." Digger whispers, nudging my arm.
A little while later, Waller's replacement ride appears, and she climbs aboard happily. She informs us she'll send another helo for us, and to stand by. The bird then lifts, diving down and away from the building, shooting flares in its wake.
"Bitch." Deadshot mutters.
"I liked her." The scaly man says with a grin.
"Guess we're done now." Digger smiles at me. "Wanna get outta here?"
"And go where?"
"I heard Mexico's nice this time a year."
"I'm not going to Mexico with you, you're insane." I say.
"Only a lil."
"Party's over folks, Waller's craft went down a block east. We gotta go get her." Flag announces, an agitated look on his face.
There's a collective sigh amongst the group.
"Rain check." Digger mutters, as we begin our descent.
We make it downstairs with little resistance from the creatures. Outside it's started to rain, a mournful addition to an already shitty day. My eyes are immediately drawn to a figure across the street, sprawled on the roof of a car.
"Hi guys!" Harley greets as we near her. "I'm back! I miss you all so much!"
"Glad you could join us." Deadshot says, wrapping and arm around her, and gently lifting her off the car.
"I'm glad you're okay." I give her a sincere smile.
"Here, craziness." Digger tosses her bat to her.
"Thanks." She smiles.
& thanks everyone for reading! Feedback is always appreciated. I know I've kept a lot of the same dialogue from the movie, but that's going to change very soon!