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Tulane Medical Center

New Orleans, Louisiana

8 Years Ago

"Let me see, chere," I moved over to have her see the damage to my eye, the heart monitor there along the wall was beeping away to show that I was healthy and just fine. But there I was int he hostile bed early in the morning with a gash there along my right eye, some slashed there from the beer bottle that got into my skin there near my eye. It was still stinging near my face, the drugs that they gave me to calm me down from the pain, and there was my mother fretting over it after she saw me bleeding out on the floor.

My father, nowhere to be seen.

Apparently, he wandered off to the backyard while my mother was taking me to the hospital, not even caring that I was going there. I wondered what my mother was thinking about when they were doing the surgery on me and getting the glass out of my face. Thankfully, since I had that ability that was making me tougher than usual, the surgery went fine. They pumped me with drugs, though I knew I didn't need a single drop of it.

I still had to play the part.

"Goodness, child," My mother cooed at me as she touched the corner of my face, having me squint and move away from her in a fraction of a second. There were two distinct stitches there on my cheek and along the skin, having me realize that they were going to be scarred later in life and I had to live through it. She saw what I did, and I didn't want it to be far too obvious, but now that it happened, she started to cry. Tears were falling so gracefully on her aged face as I watched her, saying nothing since I felt like she was now catching on to what was going o with me and my own father.

She knew. It clicked in her head.

"I'm so sorry my love," She said to me now in a worried tone now as she was almost about to sob then from having it all make sense in her head. I didn't want her to feel this way, to think that this was all her fault for letting this happen. I knew that it would be the guilt that would kill her in the end, both inside and out and that was the last thing the I wanted for her. She was far too kind for something like that.

"It's not your fault, mama," I reassured her, but she shook her head.

"I should have stopped it from the moment I knew it was going wrong. It's not right for him to do something like this to you. He hasn't been your father for years, and it's been all my fault." She said in short gasps from her crying, having me breathe out slowly and see her hide her face in her hands in defeat and sorrow.

"It's because I'm different, mama," I explained to her, seeing her slowly look up at me now and having me see the serious look on my own face. She had to hear it from me, not just play around it and make it seem like it was another day for the both of us, "He hates me, he doesn't like be being different." She was drinking it all in now, hearing it come out of me finally after os many years of me trying to convince her that this would be a disaster for everyone around me if they knew what kind of person I was. She was trying to me optimistic about his whole thing, light-hearted and pure about me being different. But now I think it was about to change.

"I'm leaving him," I looked at her in shock now since that new revelation came over her and into her brain, saying it like it was set in stone and permanent, "I won't illiterate him doing that to my child anymore."

"Mama…" I started but she shook her head.

"No butts about it, Chere," She explained, having em go silent now as she breathed out slowly and looked at me dead in the eye, "I have thought about it for awhile now. There's nothing there between us anymore, and there hasn't been one for years," It felt odd for her to tell me this, about my father and their marriage. I said nothing, though, letting her sniffle a bit and sit up a bit more and breathe out smoothly.

"Are you sure?" I asked her finally, seeing her give me some kind of glare.

"Having me look at you and know what he has done for you is enough of a decision."

Present Day

I rearranged the vest I had on while I was getting in the helicopter that was about to take us over to the city where we were going to be in, making my way over to the side where one seat was open. It was getting darker in the sky, and I could hear the copter getting ready for taking off. Harley was next to me on one side, Deathshot next to her other side, and Croc was across from me, eyeing me as I was sitting down and I eyed him back.

"Don't sit near the windows," He growled at me slowly and in a deep tone, having me eye him now with a raised eyebrow.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Windows won't hold us freaks in," he replied, having me see him smirk with his wide crocodile teeth and I grinned back at him, hearing the humor there in his tone and there on his face. I sat down, though, seeing him look in another direction and I strapped myself in.

"It's going to be a bumpy right ain't it?" Harley asked in optimism, the tattooed inmate walking up into the copter and seeing the spare seat next to me, looking at it in hesitance before he looked at me too. I didn't say anything at all since it would feel a bit more awkward if I did.

He sat down next to me, having me feel the small amount of heat for some reason coming off of him as she strapped himself in. I didn't think it was him, not at first and I thought I was feeling queasy about the mission coming up. But I was feeling the hotness there next to me, from his side of the seat. I knew it was warm, maybe from inside the copter or what, but I had a strange feeling that it was coming from him of all people.

" El Diablo," He said it softly over to me now, but still with a hint of a gruff there in his tone as I looked over at him now in confusion.

"What?" I asked, seeing him look right at me.

"You asked for my name, it's El Diablo," He replied back to me, having me watch him for a moment or two to really have the ahem drink in now. I didn't think that it did fit him, though it was tattooed there on his face near his jaw. It almost was like he was trying to find a way to make himself more intimidating, more than the tattoos apparently.

"El Diablo," I repeated, making sure it sounded fine on my own tongue. As soon as he said my name, he looked at me almost in a warm manner, like he approved in how I was saying it and I grinned at him softly, "I say it real bad don't I?"

"Sounds fine to me," He replied, having me feel a small flutter within my chest from how he said that to me. It was so kind and genuine at the same time, almost like he thought it sounded great. The helicopter started to lift off from the ground and we were about to catch a little bit of air when someone hopped into the back opening of the helicopter, all of us were looking over and we saw a new figure there with what looked like to be a katana sword at her side. She had on a mask, what looked like the Japan flag there and her whole outfit made her look like a warrior. I was speechless.

"You're late," Flagg told her, in which she spoke back to him in Japanese, sounding a bit short on her end now as she watched every single one of us.

"This is Katana, she has my back. She can cut all of you in half with just one sword stroke just like mowing the lawn. I would advise not getting killed by her," Flagg explained as we were watching her and she was watching us now, "Her sword traps the souls of its victims."

"Harley Quinn! Nice to meet ya!" Harley said as she thrust out her hand for Katana to shake, who was gazing her with a deadly look, "Love ya perfume! What is that? The stench of death?" She giggled after she said that. El Diablo and I looked at each other in hesitance as Katana asked Flagg something in Japanese, grabbing the handle of her katana and getting to ready for use. Maybe Harley pissed her off, but Flagg stopped her.

"Easy cowgirl! Ain't that kind of a mission, have a seat," He instructed her as she placed her hand away from the handle and sat with him now, I looked over at Harley now and I saw her grin at Deadshot.

"She seems nice,"

I was thinking to myself most of the plane ride, on how this was the last place I thought I would be in for a general sense. I was sitting inside a plane filled with military and super villains. Sure this is what my mother would want for me, and who cared about what my father would think, or where he was in general. I was more thinking about that fact that Amanda Waller was going to offer me freedom from the prison if I was going to help them with this mission. What was I going to do with my life after this? Where was I going to go? It seemed like it was about to turn around in the corner and yet it was so far away at the same time.

The helicopter was moving in a rough manner, having em snap back to the reality now as Harley was saying something about the lights outside the window there. I looked over, Diablo doing the same thing now as I saw the city far off in the distance, the skyscrapers there high in the sky and something in the back there with a bright beam of light reaching high up, flicking too right for me to look at directly. Something looked wrong about it, things circling around the side of it like a halo and that looked like pieces of a building and or the street. This was bad, real bad as we were getting closer to what it was.

That's when we were hit and we were spiraling to the ground.

I could feel my stomach dropping as we were spinning in the air, my hair was lying above me and floating int h air now as I shot my eyes closed and tried to breathe in and out. I knew this was going to be some kind of impact that could have me hurt either way, in which I knew it was going to be time for me to use my powers then. The crystallizing was starting to form now along my chest and blossom out into my arms and legs as we were descending faster and faster. I had to make sure that I was not going to get hurt here before the mission was really going to start.

Then it all went dark.