Chapter 3: Do You Really Know Me?

2 Years In Belle Reve, and ten more years to go...

Oh yeah, they'll keep you in here forever, you'll never have good food, never ever taste a cold Guiness, you'll never see June again...

No! I will get out of here, I won't lose my mind in here. I will see June again, I know she would wait for me to get out, she would never betray me...

You really think she would wait twelve years for you? You think a woman like Dr. June Moone would wait for a scumbag hitman like you? Ha, she probably jumped on the nearest available cock the moment you got thrown into the slammer!

NO! SHE WOULDN'T! THAT ISN'T HER!

SHE LEFT YOU THE MOMENT YOU WERE THROWN INTO THIS SHITHOLE!

SHE LOVED ME!

YOU ARE BEING DELUSIONAL! SHE LOVED YOU, LOVED! PAST TENSE!

The voices were getting worse, they were getting louder and louder. Ricky had eventually came to the conclusion that he was actually losing his mind in Belle Reve, he was going to die a broken, insane, delusional man.

I always knew it would happen, I knew she would leave me while I was inside of here. June deserves so much better than me. She is an amazing doctor and I am just a simple soldier...

"Don't say that, Ricky..." He heard Harley speak to him from her cage, he looked out of the steel bars to see Harley Quinn hanging upside-down from the ropes in her cage.

"I wasn't speaking out loud, was I?" Ricky asked, sighing sadly as he laid down on his bed.

"You were. Hey, just because you haven't seen your puddin' in two years doesn't mean she don't love you anymore, Ricky. You think Mr. J has stopped loving me just because I'm in here?"

"Harls, it's different with you and J. You are always together, always having 'fun'. It is what you do all the time, and you both can't exist without the other. With me and June, we were both... not as crazy. The moment I landed in here, it was the moment she needed to move on from little ol' me." Ricky replied.

"You ain't any different from me and Mr. J, you love your puddin' as much as I love mine. Again, one day when we get out of here, me and Mr. J will personally take you to see your lovely little doctor."

"Thanks, love."

The closest thing to a psychologist is a psychopathic gymnast who is the Joker's girlfriend. I can already tell I am definitely going to go insane...

"Are you the devil?" Ricky heard Harley ask.

"Maybe." Said another voice, an unknown voice, a voice Ricky did not know.

Has someone come to see the animals?

Standing up, Ricky went over to the steel bars and could see a tall, intimidating black woman overlooking both Harley's and Ricky's cell.

"Hello, Ms. Quinn. Mr. Larson."

"What do you want with us?" Ricky asked.

"Nothing yet." The woman replied.

This woman wants something from us. She's gonna use us...

From the left side of his cell, he saw a chiseled, well-muscled man looking at him in silence, examining him through his shades. The black raincoat he was wearing had his name imprinted on it. 'Flagg' it said, and when Ricky turned around to go back to bed, Flagg decided to talk.

"Ricky 'Bloodhound' Larson. The second deadliest hitman in the world. Don't look like much..." Flagg said with a smirk, attempting to ruffle Ricky's feathers.

"I don't look like much? Sorry, mate, but neither do you. Give me some actual food and we will see who doesn't look like much."

"You threatening me, boy?"

"I ain't your boy, I ain't her boy, I ain't anybodies boy." Ricky snarled.

Ooh, getting a bit touchy there, Larson?

"How long you been in BRP for, Larson?" Flagg asked.

"Just two years. Why are you here, because it sure ain't to have a friendly little chat with your friendly neighbourhood hitman?"

"See that woman up there? I work for her, name is Amanda Waller. She's created a task force and is looking for recruits and volunteers for it. Your name came up quite a few times. Intelligent, Dad was wealthy, you could have had it all, but you joined the army, travelled the world, met a girl and thought the world was gonna be ok with you murdering people?"

"I don't think you have seen the amount of zeroes on my bank account, Flagg."

"Oh, I have, it's a shame we couldn't do anything about requisitioning some of that to use as funding for Task Force X."

"That is called stealing."

"I didn't know you cared. A soldier who steals is better than a serial killer who takes credit cards."

Yeah, because I have not been called that at all before...

"If you want me to volunteer, I have got a few requests first. One, I want out of here, right now. Two, I get full access to my accounts and documents again, I like travelling. Three, I get to see June."

X-X-X

June had been wandering around Belle Reve Penitentiary, always followed by Waller and another soldier, they wouldn't let her go anywhere without permission or a guard. She had seen the infamous Harley Quinn and the deadly Killer Croc, but there was one person she had been trying not to go near.

Ricky Larson.

She was absolutely destroyed when she found out he was the Bloodhound of Gotham City, and even more so when she found out the extent of his crimes. Murder, torture, extortion, blackmail, contract killing.

You can't blame yourself for not seeing it, June. Nobody could have seen it.

But what if I could have seen it earlier? What if I could have changed him?

One day Rick had handed her a file on who she would be working with when she was part of Task Force X, or as Rick had started calling it, the Suicide Squad. A team full of criminals, scumbags and degenerates. The only ones she had heard of were Harley Quinn, Killer Croc and Bloodhound.

She could feel the Enchantress stir inside of her, she was thinking for herself, making her opinion known as much as June herself was. Ever since Enchantress had joined with her, June had the immense feeling of power and strength, as if she could do anything, but also the corruption that the Enchantress had introduced to June's being.

"Dear June, sweet girl, you know you want him, the hound..."

"But what about Rick? I can't just leave him..."

"The soldier doesn't care about you, only about following orders like a good little servant. The hound loves you, misses you, wants you badly. You know you love him still, even if he is like he is..."

"Enchantress, you haven't even met him!"

"You think because I haven't met him I don't know how he feels? You think because I have only inhabited your body for a few months, I don't know how you truly feel about him."

"I don't... I cannot love him, he is a terrorist!"

"You know you love him, deep down in your heart you still care for the hound..."

By the time she had walked through the entire Belle Reve complex, she had seen everyone that was meant to be part of the Suicide Squad, all of them except Ricky. She still couldn't bare to look him in the eye after everything he had done. She loved them both, Flagg and Larson.

"You love him, you love the hound but you do not have it in you to tell him. You miss him, you miss his presence, you miss his laugh, you miss his touch, his kisses, you miss waking up every day with his arms wrapped around you. The soldier is barely there for you, always waking up and leaving you to serve his masters, always leaving you behind. The hound never left you. The hound would follow you to hell and back."

The Enchantress was right.

June did miss having Ricky lying next to her. She missed lying on top of him for entire days as they watched 'Friends' reruns on Comedy Central. She missed his delicate touch when he would hug her or wrap his arms around her in bed. She missed waking up every morning to see his quiet snoozing form, his hardened chest rising up and down slightly with each breath.

"That is not even mentioning what he does to you.."

"What happens between me and my partners in the bedroom is none of your concern."

"You know you miss him, you miss feeling him being inside of you. You miss begging him to do all of those things to you..."

Again, The Enchantress was right.

Even if Rick had enough time to be with her, they never could do anything, either June was too tired to do anything or Rick was absorbed in his work. Ricky was always available, he did what he did and was home as quick as possible, always making time for June. She always wondered what he did for work, but it wasn't what she was thinking about when he was making love with her. She was in love with Ricky, and she didn't care what he did then as long as he was with her.

"You know I am right. You know you love the hound more than the soldier..."

She could feel the guard behind her tap her gently on the soldier. "Ma'am?" He asked?

"Yes, officer?"

"You gotta leave I'm afraid, its closing time, I'll escort you to the front office."

"Thank you, officer." June replied absentmindedly.

"You want him. You love him. You love the hound..."