Note: Small details might be changed from the plot of the movie due to the fact I haven't watched it in a while. I wanted to apologize in advance and hope you enjoy.
Hadley stood stiffly in the middle of the abandoned factory where most of the Joker's business deals happened, pointing a handgun squarely at a quivering man being held by two larger men who worked for her and Harley's clown. Only she could tell that her fingers were shaking ever so slightly.
"Watcha waiting for, Angel?" A dark voice whispered in her ear, the breath of the Clown Prince warm on the side of her face. She tried to steel her nerves but the thing that needed to be broken inside her to take another's life was still fully intact and she couldn't quite convince herself to pull the trigger. This man hadn't done anything to deserve death. She started to shake her head slowly and lower the gun. A pale hand shot out and kept her arm steady.
"You wouldn't let him get away with what he's done to us now would you?" The Joker said slowly as he moved from behind her to look Hadley in the face. A piece of straight, green hair had fallen out of place and Hadley focused on it so she wouldn't have to look into the eyes that almost always sent her into madness.
"I can't do it, Mister J." She said softly, wanting more than anything that the Joker's attention would move on to something more interesting than corrupting what he saw as an angel. He made a tsking noise in the back of his throat and shook his head with a maddening smile. Hadley could see on his face that today was one of his bad days.
"Yes, you can, angel girl. Or our Harley, pays the price for you." He said sickly sweet and at the mention of her sister-cousin Hadley's throat tightened in anxiety. It wasn't uncommon for the Clown Prince to put them both in fatal situations but for some reason they always came back. Always. It was almost as if the three of them couldn't exist apart from each other anymore. The Joker backed away from Angel and watched her carefully as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. After a few short words and moments later, Harley Quinn was led back into the building by the arm.
As soon as she approached the other two members of their insane trio, the Joker turned and pointed a pistol at her skull.
"Shoot the man, angel dearest, or I shoot her. And I know that neither of us want that." He commanded again and Hadley found that her hand was becoming steadier at the prospect of her sister being hurt. White-hot rage started boiling in her veins.
"Why are you doing this?" Hadley said, her voice growing louder in urgency.
"Pull the trigger, girl, or I do. Three… two…" A gunshot rang out into the abandoned factory and the quivering man slumped in the arms of the Joker's employees. Hadley dropped the gun instantly and fell to her knees. Her mind was clouded with insanity instantly instead of the gradual creeping that usually characterized her madness. It was almost as if it was a coping mechanism. On cue, her body started shaking with silent laughter and she barely comprehended the yelling as Harley Quinn tried lashing out at their clown. A slap rang out and Hadley's giggling became audible as the Joker landed a blow on her sister's cheek. Soothing words immediately began falling from his mouth afterwards.
"You wouldn't really think I would shoot you, Harley girl? No, it was just to get Angel to do her fair share." He spoke softly to Harley now and though Hadley's mind was being filled with bright smiles with red lips and images of angels' wings turning black she knew that Harley would forget this by tomorrow.
Her suspicions were correct when she heard the sound of lips on lips behind her.
Hadley woke up with a start when there was pounding on the cell door. She was in the cell that she chose to sleep in every night and her body was soaked in a cold sweat from the nightmares that had plagued her all throughout the night. Someone was calling her name on the other side of the door so she hurried out of bed, slipped her uniform back on over her underwear and bra, and stepped into the hallway. Downing was waiting with an impatient look covering his face on the other side.
"What's going on?" Hadley said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Ms. Amanda Waller has ordered for the inmates to be shipped out on some kind of operative. The others are being strapped on trolleys for safety, but I'm going to put you in handcuffs instead." After a long pause Downing walked behind Hadley and began pulling her hands behind her back. As he was placing the metal over her wrists, he spoke again.
"There's something else too. They are putting neck implants in the other prisoners for god knows what. They say it's for tracking but I'm not sure. I trust you to behave, so I'll lead you around the checkpoint in the prison where the others are getting the implants." Downing spoke quietly as he finished placing the cuffs on Hadley and began leading her through the hallways. She knew the way almost by heart after all this time.
"Thank you so much for this, Downing." Hadley said sincerely but quietly enough to not be heard by passerby's. Downing nodded his head stiffly in recognition and when they reached the point where they could see the other prisoners slowly being pushed down the hallway towards the exit, he stopped. Hadley gave him a quick hug though he only put one hand around her back. As she pulled back he nodded and Hadley joined the line of prisoners as they started filing past. She looked back one last time at her unlikely friend and watched him dip his head in farewell.
"You missed the worst thing, Angel. They stabbed me in the neck with this needle and now I got some chip in there." Harley was saying animatedly though her head was securely fastened to the trolley. Hadley looked closely at the small puncture hole on the side of Harley's neck and winced.
"Sounds wild." She said after a moment and Harley hummed in agreement. Hadley obediently followed the line of prisoners and looked casually over her shoulder to see Deadshot being wheeled directly behind her. His face held a smirk but he didn't say anything and Hadley turned back around with a small smile playing on her lips.
Eventually they were transported to an airport that had been taken over by what appeared to be a part of the military. To the delight of all the past inmates, they were each given a trunk of their signature possessions. Hadley watched with a smile as Harley squealed with delight when she pulled out one of her Harley Quinn costumes.
"What's in yours, Angel?" Harley said after putting her costume back down. Hadley looked down curiously and startled digging past outfits that matched with most of Harley's except they were a baby blue color. At the bottom of her trunk were two pairs of matching guns and daggers. A happy noise came from her mouth as she grabbed a gun and knife in each hand. One gun and dagger had the word angel carved into it while the other two had devil. They had been presents from Mr. J and Harley for the first time she went on a job with them.
"They have my babies in here!" Hadley exclaimed and looked in glee at Harley who also pulled out her signature baseball bat. She let the bat rest on her shoulder before she turned back to Hadley.
"Looks like they want us to be bad girls for them or something." Harley giggled as she dropped the bat and started changing into a baseball tee, fish nets, and booty shorts.
Hadley laughed along with her and pulled out her matching outfit. It was a bright blue color with matching sequins on the shorts, but instead of saying "Daddy's Little Monster" it said "Daddy's Little Angel". As the two were changing, Hadley glanced up and noticed most of the work around the camp had stopped and dozens of pairs of eyes were focused on her and Harley. Her eyes flitted over to Deadshot and saw an amused expression on his face.
"What?" Harley said over her shoulder and everyone was quick to get back to work.
They both finished dressing and Hadley strapped two holsters to her thighs for her knives and guns. While everyone else was still messing with their trunks she slipped past the others and approached Deadshot curiously. She didn't think he had noticed her yet when she peaked over his shoulder and saw what was basically an arsenal in his trunk.
"How could you possibly use all those?" She questioned, raising her voice for him to hear. He didn't jump like she had expected him to; he just briefly glanced at her in her outfit then resumed preparing one of his weapons.
"You'd be surprised, princess." He said shortly. Hadley circled around him and got a better look at the contents of his trunk. Almost every kind of gun she had ever seen was sitting in the container. She looked back up at him and spied his collar. I am the Light, the Way.
"Is it true, you've never missed a shot?" She asked abruptly, apparently being away from Mr. J had made her more bold with her words. Deadshot paused for a second and looked up. During his prolonged look, she studied his face. There wasn't any light in it that she could see, which just made her more curious about the words on his collar. All that she saw in his eyes was emptiness, which normally would have been frightening, but Hadley would rather see nothing than the madness she was used to looking into. She watched his expression during those few seconds and could tell he didn't quite know what to think of her. The last thing one would expect to see in a task force full of the fiercest criminals in the world was innocence and sweetness. Hadley was broken out of her thoughts when Deadshot made an amused humming noise.
"Who told you that, huh?" He said, starting to holster his weapons also.
"My friend did," Hadley answered, absently twirling her hair around her finger. This man's demeanor was almost the opposite of Mr. J and she was finding it refreshing to say the least. Not that she would ever say such things out loud, even if the Clown wasn't near. Deadshot finished what he was doing and a small smirk formed on his lips.
"Well, let's just say you shouldn't want to test that theory." He said gruffly. Hadley giggled and turned on her toes before sauntering back to Harley Quinn who was watching her closely.
"Mr. J wouldn't like that, angel girl." She said simply, her hands on her hips. Hadley shrugged and before she could respond, the others in the group were talking about what was to come.
Eventually they were showed a device with the Waller lady they had met before and given their mission. Hadley couldn't quite understand what the point of the whole thing was but she wasn't inclined to complain if she wasn't locked up in Belle Reeves anymore. When they were led onto an aircraft, she took her seat next to Harley Quinn who looked oddly happy considering the situation. Before Hadley had time to think about that fact, Deadshot dropped himself in the seat beside her and made himself comfortable.
"Oi! What's with the pretty one?" A voice called from across the aisle. Hadley glanced up to see the man they had dragged to the airport in a body bag. She cocked her head at him and smiled sweetly.
"What? You don't think I can do any damage, sweetheart?" The words came to her mouth instantly from the many times that new goons questioned her before the Joker could silence them. She noticed offhandedly that Deadshot tensed ever so slightly at the exchange. The man who she barely remembered being called Captain Boomerang grinned before a look of recognition crossed his face.
"Hey, aren't you the girl who the Joker man-" He wasn't able to finish when Hadley flew across the aisle and had one of her daggers pressed against his neck, straddling his waist. Out of habit, she had pulled the one with "devil" carved in it.
"You don't know anything." She said softly, pressing the blade delicately into his skin. Before he could respond, she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her off as Rick Flag walked swiftly up the ramp to the plane, pointing his finger at her. She struggled briefly against the person holding her before pulling her arm back to throw the knife. It wasn't like she was trying to kill the man anyway, just scare him a little.
"Calm down there, princess." Deadshot whispered as a hand came to clasp her wrist. She calmed slightly at the name she was coming to expect to hear.
"I swear to God, girl, I will blow you sky high if you go off trying to kill the others on this task force. Save it for the bad guys." Flag snarled as he watched Deadshot drag her back to her seat. Harley Quinn was giggling almost uncontrollably and kissed her cousin on the cheek when Hadley had settled down.
"We are the bad guys." Hadley murmured under her breath as she shoved her dagger back into its holster.
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