Chapter 3
The Squad sat down at the bar in the Iceberg Lounge, in regular civilian clothes. Boomerang had bought them all drinks.
Deadshot sipped out his beer bottle and placed it down, ready to go over his plan he had made the night before.
"Hey Lawton? Aren't you worried we'll be overheard?" asked Boomerang, looking over his should every couple of seconds.
"This isn't your regular club Harkness. The Iceberg Lounge is owned by Oswald Cobblepot, or the Penguin. It's a front for criminal activity. You won't need to worry about being caught," said Deadshot, taking another sip.
"You don't see this in Keystone," said Boomerang.
"Alright, here's the plan. What we will need are weapons. And not those toys the cops use. Military Grade. Serious shit," said Deadshot.
"And how do you plan on getting those?" asked Killer Frost, draining her beer.
"We could rob the military! They have the good stuff," said Harley.
"You high? Your talking about robbing the military. They won't worry about pleading for insanity, they'll fry you," said Black Spider.
"Everyone shut up. Waller sent me a text last night. She organised something with Penguin. He's going to supply us weapons," said Deadshot. "In fact, there he is now."
Penguin walked over to the bar, saying hello to others as he passed them.
"Why, if it isn't Floyd Lawton! Those wrist mounted weapons good?" greeted Penguin, shaking Deadshot's hand.
"I'm hoping you have new ones Cobblepot," said Deadshot.
"Oh, I do," said Penguin, extending his arm and gesturing them to follow him.
Half an hour later the Squad had left the Iceberg Lounge, carrying several sport bags filled with weapons and gear. They were heading back to Deadshot's suite, (which Waller was paying for).
They placed all of their items on the table and sat around it. Slade sat on the bench, picking up an apple and taking bites out of it.
"Alright, we got to stop Joker. Does anyone have any ideas?" asked Deadshot, looking at the others.
"Wait. Your telling us you don't even have a plan ready? You said you did! How are we going to be able to follow you if you don't have any plans?" asked Black Spider, getting up and walking over to Deadshot.
"I didn't say I didn't have one. I said if anyone else had ideas, which could be better than mine," said Deadshot, standing up, towering over Black Spider.
"Will you two stop screwing around," said Killer Frost, who was tired of the bickering.
"I like the friction between them. That's how you get a fire started, which means a proper plan!" said Harley. Everyone stared at her.
"What?" asked Harley.
"Anyway, this is my plan..."
Deadshot told them his plan, pulling out maps of Gotham and drawing on them. Everyone seemed satisfied with the plans.
"Alright, we'll commence it tomorrow. Harley, make sure you don't stuff up," said Deadshot, showing them the door.
They all walked out, except for Harley.
"It's time for you to go," said Deadshot, who walked over to the bags to check the gear.
Harley walked over to the door and closed the door, locking it.
"You know, I like you Floyd. Your a man of action," said Harley, walking over to Deadshot, twirling her hair. "I like action."
"You should go," said Deadshot, turning to face Harley.
Harley the jumped at him, who caught her, then wrapped her legs around him, kissing him.
"Better than Mr J," said Harley, smiling, who jumped off and walked over to the bed.
Deadshot walked over to her and stared at her.
"Eh," said Deadshot, taking his shirt off.
Harley then pulled him onto the bed and flipped him onto his back.
"This is going to be fun," said Harley gleefully.