AN - thanks to Just Another Soul who helped make this epic.

Deadshot was used to a bigger reaction when he threatened to kill someone so Selina Kyle's laughter and Chang's indifference were a little distracting.

"Floyd," Kyle sneered as she used Deadshot's real ID, "If I were you I would think very carefully before the next words come out of your mouth."

"A bunch of thugs and crooks living like rats in the armpit of the world don't scare me Kyle." Deadshot sneered.

"Anybody know who this idiot is?" Chang asked

Selina laughed, "Every one knows Deadshot, magic with a gun in his hands, totally loyal and dedicated as long as your checks clear. How you doing Floyd? Surprised you found the time to come down here. Isn't there a puppy somewhere you could be kicking for blood money?"

Deadshot laughed, "Kyle, if someone's willing to pay what I charge, that puppy has been really naughty."

Selina turned to the others backing Deadshot, "I recognize Scandal Savage - lasting proof that daddy issues and a blade fetish will take you a long way in this business."

Scandal sneered, "This coming from the poster child for screwed up obsessives - I mean Batman dear; talk about unattainable men. I doubt that paranoid idiot even knows what to do with a woman, never mind trusting one enough to do it."

"How teenager of you dear, - You've never met a real man so you assume there aren't any - cute." Selina snorted in mocking laughter focusing instead on a garishly dressed redhead "... And who else did you find to back you up ... Knockout - I hope you brought your A-game sister cause this isn't Pervert's Row at the Boom Boom Room and you can't flirt your ass out of the world of hurt you've bought for yourself?"

"Rowr," The redhead mocked. "I guess being catty comes with the territory don't it Miss Kitty-Cat? I've always wanted a chance to play around with you."

Selina shuddered, she liked a good fight as much as the next person but Knockout's strength and durability along with her infamous passion for equating combat with flirting and foreplay was unnerving. Kyle looked behind the buxom warrior to see a lightly armored duo who had coordinated their armored dress. "I don't know who the other losers are." she sneered.

A girl in armor with twin swords sneered, "That's Hack and Slash, we've been hearing all about the great Catwoman, - can't say I'm too impressed so far." Her hulking partner cracked his knuckles while popping the blades in his forearms.

"What's with the c-listers Floyd, couldn't you find anyone else stupid enough to come down here on this fool's errand. Where's Penguin, I know he's done Suicide Squad missions before?"

"Wouldn't come, apparently he's still wetting himself over that crazy Russian chick - Balalaika. Poison Ivy wouldn't come either -same reason. Maybe when I'm done here I stop by her digs and check her out. She sounds like a real treat and a half."

"That assumes I plan on letting you walk out of this place tonight FLOYD." Chang said casually.

Deadshot sneered, "The name is Deadshot Grandpa, and if you think you and your little pirate paradise scare me you obviously don't know who you re dealing with. I mean you live in a criminal's city, big fat hairy deal."

Chang sighed, "Floyd, you and your friends are making the same mistake many first timers do. There are criminals in Roanapur but every city has crime and criminals. What Roanapur is however is a home for monsters, very, very scary monsters, Rebecca - Left." Chang pulled his guns and shot at the bolts holding the catwalk up. Revy did the same on the other side and they watched as the whole structure fall away dumping Deadshot and his squad on their garishly dressed asses.

The Suicide Squad scattered, Knockout closed on Sawyer. "Hey, there honey, you mind if we make this quick, I was hoping for some fun with that yummy looking guy in the trench coat."

It looked like an easy fight; Knockout stood at least a foot taller then the tiny Sawyer. Knockout swung at the diminutive Cleaner who lashed out with the blade of a sharp hunting knife. Knockout was shocked when she felt the blade cut her deeply.

"What the?" She was a New God, she had fought alongside and fought against some of the toughest fighters in existence and taken little to no damage. What was going on?

Knockout stumbled backward before rallying and swinging at the Cleaner who grabbed her swing and hurled her with surprising force considering how small she was. Knockout crashed to the floor, she rolled and tried for a kick. The blow glanced off Sawyer's shoulders and the Cleaner slashed her, again drawing blood.

There was no doubt now, Knockout realized, this freakish little woman had the ability to hurt her, maybe even kill her. For the first time in a long time, she felt panic as she scrambled away from the Cleaner who sneered at her in her chilling monotone. "What's wrong ... your squealing like a little piglet ... are you scared already?"

Sawyer stalked forward trailing the edge of the knife in her hands along the metal pipes on the wall.

"I'm a Cleaner ... bodies, blood ... all the messy things death leaves behind ... Sometimes I get to go hunting ... I've become very good ... at the hunting."

Knockout sprang off the floor growling as she reached for Sawyer clutching the Cleaner around her throat hauling her off the ground. Sawyer gave a soundless hiss of rage as she plunged her knife up to the hilt into Knockout's arm. The stripper screamed again dropping Sawyer to the ground where the Cleaner snatched a hooked chain laying discarded on the ground. Sawyer whipped her arm around quickly. wrapping the hooked chain around Knockout's forearm plunging the metal hook into the swiftly healing wound. Sawyer kicked out at a control stick and the chain pulled tight dragging Knockout off her feet and across the floor. Knockout thrashed, her body pulled through the dark hallways away from the fight into a room littered with knives, mallets and other butcher's tools.

The pulley stopped and Knockout wriggled, suspended off the floor. Sawyer walked slowly around her, peering at her as if she was a specimen for study.

"Welcome to the preparation room ... we cut and prepare meat for consumption here ... some of our more ... extreme clients like to do the butchering themselves."

"You freaks eat each other?" Knockout asked while she struggled.

"Oh not me ... I've always found cannibalism distasteful ... it's the ultimate act of dominance ... or so they say ... to take another's power into oneself, … of course that assumes the foe has any power worth taking ... doesn't it Piglet?"

Knockout kicked out at the Cleaner who caught her leg in her freakishly strong grip. The blade in Sawyer's fist snaked out to stab at Knockout's thigh. Knockout screamed as Sawyer gave the blade a savage twist before yanking it free. She watched, fascinated as the wound began to close even while dark warm blood flowed out.

"Now that is a neat trick Piglet, … You're right we are going to have fun. … A lot of fun." The Cleaner sneered as she continued to circle her prey like a shark.

Knockout ignored her, she tried to free herself from the chain but her own hanging weight kept the hook embedded in the meat of her arm. Scrambling nimbly up the chain, Knockout jammed her foot into the pulley base that held the chain in place. Ignoring the agony in her arm and thigh, she began yanking hard to free herself. The housing was giving way to her superhuman strength.

"If you wanted to come down Piglet … all you had to do was ask." Sawyer replied yanking on another control. The chain released and Knockout dropped to the floor, which just as suddenly disappeared. She dropped screaming with a splash into a pool under the floor. A metal grate slammed shut.

Spitting the putrid tasting sludge from her mouth, Knockout looked up to see Sawyer peering down at her. "When I get out of this damn pool, I'm going to gut you like a fish." Knockout snarled and shoved on the grate. the metal groaned as it struggled to resist her power.

"That's not a pool ... all the stuff that comes out of the bodies butchered up here ... falls down there." Sawyer said with a cold smile.

Knockout stopped shoving on the grate. She looked around in the darkness and realized where she had fallen. Then Knockout looked down at herself, horrified as she began to realize what the coppery tasting sludge really was; realized the nature of the sticky viscous mess covering her head to toe.

"It looks vile, ... my guess is they haven't cleaned in days... I should let you out of there."

Sawyer touched a control and Knockout heard a strange groaning whine, like an old toilet forced back to life. Suddenly the floor underneath her feet shifted. Knockout and the pool of entrails and internal organs she'd been standing in were flushed through a filth encrusted pipe. Knockout vanished into the darkness with a terrified scream that was choked off as she slipped beneath the surface of the revolting mess.

Scandal flew at the trench-coated man. He was obviously the one in charge. If she could score a quick kill, the others would be demoralized. The oriental in white and red came seemingly out of nowhere to stop her slash with the edge of a kukri blade.

"I've trained with some of the best fighters in the world Missy." Scandal boasted.

"Fighting different from killing ... and I train to Kill that means I not have to hold back…worried Princess make this too easy for me, hope this not over too quick."

"Don't worry about that Honey, You'll find I'm hard to kill, damn hard."

Scandal unleashed a series of strikes and thrusts but as fast and deadly as she was, Shenhua was matching her step for step. Scandal jumped away to get some room to maneuver but Shenhua kept at her; throwing daggers that Scandal was forced to block with her forearm-mounted blades.

They danced across the upper floors their fight even seemed to take to the air as Shenhua dived and jumped after Scandal who leaped and danced through the air avoiding Shenhua.

There it was again a tiny opening in the Oriental's defense. So small only an expert could find it and Scandal considered herself an expert.

Sandal attacked the tempting opening, Scandal thrust at Shenhua who caught first one wrist mounted blade, then the other. Too late, Scandal realized the opening had been a clever ploy, a trap meant to leave her completely open to attack. Shenhua lashed out with a savage kick that sent Scandal sprawling. Scandal rolled out of her stumble quickly to avoid more of Shenhua's thrown daggers lancing in the ground. Shenhua kept up the pressure hurling first one tethered blade which sliced through the air seeking Scandal's throat and then, when it missed, the other. Scandal managed to bat at the flying blades knocking them aside. Shenhua just yanked on the tether holding the blades pulling the spinning weapons back to her outstretched hand.

"No resting now sister, here I come again." Shenhua taunted She came at Scandal again with predator's smile firmly fixed on her face.

"I can hardly wait." Scandal hissed.