[I do not own Teen Titans, The Suicide Squad, or any characters mentioned in this story. I just. I love acrobatic kickass Joey so much. Joey being badass not JUST because of his powers, but also because despite his stature he can kick actual ass.]
Over the sound of gunshots and demonic, manic screaming, came the sound of Wally West being attacked by an entire squad of The Enchantress' minions. Following that sound was the manic and vengeful laughter of Jericho as he sat cross legged on the top of a car and watched.
"Jericho! He dies, we die!" Grant yelled at the boy as he groaned and rolled his eyes like a teenager.
With a loud battle cry, the blonde boy launched himself in the direction of the minions, who all looked at him once and shrugged him off due to his height.
"I!" he yelled as he hit one of the creatures so hard in the stomach with his bat that rocky pieces of it were sent flying when it split in two.
"Hate!" he said as he jumped up and did a flipping like move, tearing another creature's face as his heeled shoes ripped through its head.
"Heroes!" he screamed finally when he jumped up and full on broke the last creature in two with his bat.
Jericho stood there and huffed angrily for a moment before grabbing Wally by the neck of his shirt and yanking him upwards.
"Uh...thanks." Wally said unsurely as Jericho continued to glare at him.
"Shut up!" Jericho muttered in response as he continued back into the battle against the minions.
As Wally stood up, he walked into a rage filled battlefield of smoke from the guns and screaming from the minions. Over and over again his men shot at the monsters, only for them to get right back up and attack. Finally, Flash felt Grant shove his way past Wally and start to stand up on one of the cars.
He shot expertly, not missing a single monster's head. A few monsters slipped past him, but he quickly grew into a routine of gunning every single last atrocity down before it even passed him up to get to the soldiers. The soldiers all slowly lowered their weapons as they stared at the trained gunman in awe. Jericho looked up at Grant in a dazed state. He recalled someone using those same moves before - it was the same guy that was in a lot of Jericho's dreams. He was big and tall, he had white hair, and he only had one eye. Jericho shrugged it off.
Finally, Grant came down from the car and walked up to Kid Flash, getting centimeters from his face.
"That's how I cut and run." Grant said menacingly as he tilted his head and spit on the ground in front of Wally.
Grant continued walking to where their little makeshift gang was gathered, and rubbed his temples from the headache he was getting from Jericho. Jericho just kept hitting the same already dead monster over and over again with his bat, which resonated the sound all over the wasted area.
"Hey. Hey, c'mon, lay off it." Grant said as he waved his hand around to get the smaller blonde's attention.
"What? I saw it move." Jericho said before he looked down at the monster and kicked it with his shoe.
"See? It flinched!...I think." Jericho continued as he bent down to the monster.
Thirty more minutes and a few blocks later, and the squad found themselves in the front of a set of shops in Midway. Everyone was dead quiet, searching for any signs of any more ghastly beasts by The Enchantress' hand.
And suddenly, that quiet was rudely interrupted by Jericho smashing his baseball bat into the window of one of the shops. He bent over delicately and grabbed something from inside, looking still innocent as ever.
"Seriously. What the hell's wrong with you people?" Wally said mainly to himself.
"What? Red's been bugging me about how he needs a new watch. Y'know he's not the only one who knows how to be a gentleman." Jericho said smartly as he strutted right past Wally's still shocked face.
For a moment, Wally let himself ponder how on Earth the infamous Red-X dealt with Jericho's shit all day. As Jericho's dual colored jacket bobbed behind him with the plastered 'Property of Red-X' on its back, Wally had the revelation that maybe the two were just crazy enough for each other.
As they continued walking, Wally finally made it next to where Grant was striding to keep up with his brother.
"Hey, Wilson, I've been thinking. If we don't come together, no one's walking out of here alive." Wally said as he shook his head at the thought.
"Mm. And?" Grant answered with no care for anything the red head had to say to him.
"These people respect you, you've got influence. You're the prince to a built up organization of mercenaries." Wally said as he carelessly stepped over a three thousand dollar watch left on the ground from the explosion.
"What's you play right no-" Grant started angrily before being interrupted by Wally.
"You're a man of your word right?" Wally said with a determined set face.
"I want my mission, and you want your life and your family back. If you help me keep this mardi gras parade in line, I'll hook you up." Wally said with a smile. Grant rolled his eyes and scoffed at the notion.
"Waller is the puppet master. You don't have shit to hook me up with." Grant retorted.
"I've got plenty of my own strings to pull. You just get us to the top of that building with our rescue extraction-" Wally continued.
"And you're gonna make sure I get paid?" Grant repeated with disbelief.
"And you'll get paid." Wally answered.
Grant fully knew there was no such thing. His father was a mercenary, his mother was an international spy, and both of his siblings were mass murderers and stuck in the same position he was. Still, the hope was nice. Maybe, at the least, he could visit his mom just one more time.
"Take a knee." Wally called out to his shoulders as the squad scattered about the abandoned area. Up above them was the building where their rescue-ee was. Everyone seemed relieved it was almost over. That is, except for Joey, who was once again stuck in one of his flashbacks and had his arms shaking violently as he was trapped in his dreamworld.
[Read and review! The next chapter will be one of Joey's first flashbacks, which I'm very excited to write!]