Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 9 (First Shot)
Author's Note: Things are about to get interesting.
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of "Suicide Squad".
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Once Harley finished undoing the ropes and kissing him, Deadshot asked, "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why do you keep on kissing me?"
"Cause we like each other, duh! And it helps to practice when we're out there."
"Yeah, but... I still don't like you... that way, Harley... and like I said, Joker will probably kill me if he sees me like that with you."
Harley shook his head. "He promised me he wasn't gonna hurt you."
That made Deadshot laugh. "Oh, I'm sure he meant that very much."
"What, you don't believe me?"
"I didn't say that, I just find it hard to believe that he is comfortable letting me and you go with each other to some place far away from here."
Unless he's staying behind to watch and play "Puppet Master"...
Harley just sighed, and said, "You're really hard-headed, you know that?"
"I have been told that before, yes," replied Deadshot. "But, first, can I do something real quick?"
"Sure, what?"
Taking a glance at the clock above the doorway, Deadshot placed his hands on Harley's face and brought her forward as he began kissing her passionately, to her surprise.
How's that feel, Clown Boy?.
For a moment, though, Deadshot hoped that he was right about the camera, otherwise he would feel like an idiot.
When he stopped, Harley tried to catch her breath. "What... was that for?"
Looking up at the clock, Deadshot grinned, and said, "Like you said, doll face, practice makes perfect."
Your move, bitch.
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Apparently his "kiss" with Harley must've gotten under the Joker's skin because throughout the day, Deadshot hadn't seen any sign of him in his secret warehouse.
As for Harley, she was now acting like the happiest woman in the world, which explained why she had been standing extra close to Deadshot for most of the day.
"You mind turning it down a notch?" asked Deadshot, who couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. He did like her, but only as a friend, and he didn't want her to get hurt.
"Why do I have keep explaining myself?" replied Harley. "Practicing is-"
Deadshot said, "Yeah, I get it, but we're still in Gotham, and don't forget that we're still the bad guys."
Harley began to pout, but then, he added, "Look, just save it for when we get there, all right? I gotta try and figure out what things I'm gonna teach you."
"Please, I think I know everything there is to know about being a con artist." said Harley, with a smug smile on her face.
"Oh, ho, is that so?" challenged Deadshot. "So you've noticed that your baseball bat is gone?"
"My... what?" Harley realized that her bat wasn't with her anymore, and she turned her head to look for it, but then, she looked back to see Deadshot holding it behind his head.
"And your little ring, too?" said Deadshot as he twirled his ring finger around, which was wearing her ring.
"You son of a-"
Before she could finish, Deadshot was now blowing a gum bubble.
"Ok, how the hell did you do all that?"
Laughing as he gave back her items (except the gum), Deadshot said, "I'll tell you later."
"Why not now?"
"Cause it won't be as fun when I show you later. But all you need is focus."
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When Harley became too occupied to be with him, the assassin (now in an empty room) pulled out his emergency phone, which had luckily been able to avoid getting damaged by the chemical.
"Come on, pick up, pick up," said Deadshot.
Click!
"Glad to know you're still alive, Lawton."
"Yeah, good to hear you too, Ice Lady," replied Deadshot. "I'm in one of Clown Boy's secret hideouts."
"You want us to come get you?"
Deadshot instantly said, "No, no, don't do that... Look, I think I might be able to do us all a big favor."
"I'm listening."
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An hour later, Deadshot opened the door, and walked out of the room.
"Telling your daughter a bedtime story, Floyd?"
Turning around, Deadshot found himself staring at the Joker, who looked surprisingly calm.
"Yeah, uh, it helps her sleep better."
Joker then walked over to Deadshot, placing an arm around him, and said, "Let's have another conversation, shall we?"
"What is this time?"
Now standing in a type of living room, the Joker let out a deep breath, and said, "It's just a little bit of info you need to know about Harley."
"Like what, exactly?"
"Well, for starters, she doesn't enjoy being lied to. You ever lie to her before, Floyd?"
Deadshot shook his head. "Never really had to."
"Good, good," said Joker. "Also, never make her feel unwanted or alone. She isn't really a fan of that."
"Um... Ok... Anything else?"
"Just one more thing, actually.. Take real good care of my beloved queen, okay?"
Before Deadshot could answer back, Harley walked over to them. "You trying to scare him, Puddin?"
"Of course not, sweetheart, just a man-to-man conversation," answered Joker. "Right, buddy?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," mumbled Deadshot, seeing that she'd changed into another outfit. "You look good, Harley."
"I know, right?" said Joker, pulling Harley over to him. "You look very good right now."
"Puddin, stop it," giggled Harley. "You'll make Shot feel all sick and stuff to his stomach."
Joker turned to look at Deadshot. "You don't mind me showing some of my affection, do you, Floyd?"
Knowing he was close to playing with fire, Deadshot shook his head, and replied, "It's ok, you guys do your thing."
Ain't no way in Hell my stomach gonna survive if I got to see all that love crap.
He began to walk away, but then, Joker said, "Oh, Floyd? I forgot to mention this earlier, but I wanted to offer my apologies."
"For what?"
"Well, see, your mask... wasn't quite so lucky as you in surviving the chemical vat."
My mask is ruined?
Harley was about to say something, but when Joker gave her a look, she closed her mouth.
I got to remember to ask her about that later, thought the assassin.
"I hope you understand that it was an accident."
"You have any idea how long I've had that with me?" said Deadshot, now angry and hurt.
"I'm sure it was for a long time, which is why I must give you... No, wait, actually, I have a better idea."
He suddenly walked away, leaving Harley and Deadshot alone.
"So, uh, how much you gettin' paid by Mistah J?" asked Harley.
"Ladies first," replied Deadshot, with a smirk.
"Oh, fine," said Harley. "Two and a half million."
How much money does this guy make? thought Deadshot, but then, he remembered something else.
Why is she getting 2.5 million if he's gonna give me...
"So, what about you?" Harley asked again.
Deadshot was about to answer when he heard Joker's voice in his head.
"You ever lie to her, Floyd?"
Harley crossed her arms. "Well?"
"Uh... Only two million... Guess he favors you more, huh?"
Harley laughed, and said, "Aw, don't worry, Shot, I'll share the other half with you."
Before Deadshot could respond, the Joker returned, with the white mask in his hand.
"As I said, my sincere apologies."
He handed it over to Deadshot, who held it in his hands.
It was ripped in several places, and in all honesty, the mask looked more like a dish cloth now instead of a symbol of fear.
"At least you still got the metal eye thingy?" said Harley, trying to sound optimistic.
Joker sighed, and said, "And I do hate to ruin this sad moment, but you two have a plane to catch."
"Um, yeah, right," said Deadshot, following Harley out of the room.
"Aw, don't worry so much, Shot," replied Harley. "I'll get you a new one."
As for the Joker, who was still in the room, he walked over to the fireplace, staring into the flames.
"I'm sorry, Floyd... but the game's always tough in the beginning."
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Once they were at the airport, Deadshot stepped out of the vehicle.
He was now dressed in a black and expensive-looking business suit, along with a silver Rolex watch and dark shades.
"You clean up nice, kid," said the driver.
"Thanks... I guess..." Deadshot rubbed his clean-shaven face. "Ready, Harley?"
"Always, sweetheart," said Harley, and he turned around to watch her step out of the car, still looking the way she did earlier, but more casual-ish.
As they took their luggage, and headed into the airport, Harley asked, "You nervous?"
"About what?"
"Oh, I dunno..." shrugged Harley. "They say that San Fran is very romantic this time of year."
A few hours later, they were now in the waiting area of where their plane would be at, and Harley was standing next to Deadshot, who was looking out of the window.
"Come on, I don't bite... much..."
Deadshot laughed, but he still seemed upset. "Look, doll face, I told you already, I don't have time in my life to deal with something like that."
Harley opened her mouth to reply, but he continued to talk. "No, wait, let me say this in a nice way. You're definitely hot as hell -"
Harley began to blush.
"- and, ok, I admit it, I like you, but this just can't happen right now, okay?"
"Is it cause of Joker?"
Not wanting to upset her, Deadshot replied, "He is... part of the reason... let's just say that the last time I was in love, too many people got hurt."
"So, you're afraid of me getting hurt?"
Deadshot just said, "You don't deserve that pain."
She was about to say something else, but then, the intercom said that their plane was now boarding.
"Come on, let's go," mumbled Deadshot, as the two of them went to their awaited terminal.
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"There they are," said Boomerang.
Flag watched as Deadshot and Harley entered their plane. I know how you feel, pal.
"What's eating him?"
The soldier said, "Just... stuff... Come on, we got to get to our own plane."
"We ain't going on the same one as them?"
"No, cause we don't want to risk them seeing us. We are waiting untill the next one."
Boomerang sighed, and laid back in the airport chair. "Ah, well, who cares? I'm just glad we get to have a vacation."
