Ooooh this has just been sitting on my desktop, never fully pleasing to me but I'm finally just posting it because this story deserves it's closure! I kept struggling with the tenses in this chapter-switching to so much past-tense-third-person, and it was bugging me, except idk maybe the entire story has been told that way-I'm always flip-flopping between tenses, but this chapter it stood out to me and now that I call attention to it, maybe you all will call me out on it too! Sorry!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters! The title of this chapter and story itself come from the CHVRCHES album of the same name~ Anyway...I hope you enjoy this conclusion!


I can hear you in the overtones

Just an echo of the promise we made

Change the future, we can travel time

Or make us blind so we can never look back


Rick holds June tightly against him, wide awake and unable to sleep. She's easily tuckered out and softly breathing against his chest, giving him a rhythmic cooling and heating system spot on his chest that keeps his body constantly aware of hers.

Beside him, the others are curled, closely knit, as if it's a sleepover. Granted, the space they're confined to isn't wide enough to allocate everyone the privacy they might prefer. They're currently holed in a shipping unit, plotted on a ferry. It's day outside, but in their windowless confinement, it's pitch black, cold, and quiet. They won't leave until the ferry docks for the night in Gotham. They'll need the cover of night.

Not to mention it's when their 'guest of honor' will meet them.

Flag both fears and hopes he does, at least.


The plan is simple enough—Enchantress will infiltrate his lair, leave the note, and then they'll wait and see if he shows or not.

Harley swears he'll be expecting a trap. This is exactly why Flag wrote the note; he's a military type who could pen a letter with all the details, cutting the crap and getting straight to it.

Mr. Batman,

I'm former Colonel, no doubt dishonorably discharged unbeknownst to my knowledge at this time, Rick Flag. I am speaking on behalf of myself, Dr. Harleen "Harley Quinn" Quinzel, Floyd "Deadshot" Lawton, Waylon "Killer Croc" Jones, Former Lieutenant "GQ" Edwards, Jack "Digger" Harkness aka "Captain Boomerang", Katanna and Dr. June Moone, and Chato "Diablo" Santana.

Harley wanted the letter to start with more "pzazz" and offered, at the very least, to rob some glitter to pack the envelope. Deadshot merely continued to roll his eyes, still swearing this was their worst possible option.

"It's our only option. He's the only person who will listen to us—to justice."

"He'll try to catch and cage us the minute he spots us. He won't pull up a chair and listen to our sorry ass sob story!"

The arguing went on for at least an hour before Zoe finally cut in, reminding her father that Batman could "be understanding". Whatever memory this triggered, it shut Lawton up very quickly.

Flag's letter continues with a curt plea to meet at a designated time and location. He signs the letter, but Harley snatches it, demanding that they should all sign because "It's only fair!"

9 scribbles later (Zoe was hiding her feeling of being left out, but Harley noticed and quickly asked Zoe to sign "the biggest Hancock on the letter, so the Bat will know it's trustworthy!") and Flag has his letter.

Now, he's sure it'll fail.


Still, it's set aside, and when night falls, and June awakens and has recovered more of her power, she'll deliver the letter.

Next to Flag, Harley twitches in her sleep, flipping between smiles and giggles and whimpers and winces. Lawton is a light, still sleeper, with Zoe hugged as tightly to himself as June is to Flag. Croc surprisingly is allowing himself to be used as a pillow, propped up in a seated position, for Digger of all people. Digger's hand strangely is stretched out, rather close to Katanna, who sleeps much like Lawton—stiff and straight—and Chato huddles in the fourth corner, twitching occasionally. GQ, of all people, snores, but it's soft and disturbs no one. He sleeps nearest Zoe and Lawton. Katanna sewed him up more while June rested, and he's begun to spike a bit of a fever. June offered before they called it a night to continue healing him some with what little magic she could muster, but it was GQ who refused the offer-she needed all her strength for the real test, the real mission, taking place at dusk, and so he instead opted to just get rest. Zoe grew quite attached to him after learning he grew up on a farm—her eyes lit up when he told her about how he cared for goats and cows, and Flag could see the fear in Lawton's eyes that after all this, Zoe will want to settle on some ranch. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, though…

June stirs in her sleep and Flag tenses—please don't let it be time yet…

Her eyes shoot open and his fear is confirmed. She looks up at him, and silently they agree with their eyes that it's now or never. This is it.

Their last hope, last chance—if this plan fails, then they're on the run forever. June will forever be fighting to stay out of the reach of Waller. Flag will constantly be glancing behind their backs. They may find somewhere to settle, briefly, but the future they desire? It'll never happen. June will never teach, or be a part of another archeological dig, ever again; at most, she'll get fake IDs made and work as a waitress or librarian for however few months they can afford to stay in one place. Flag? He'll go into construction; it's notorious for the lack of paperwork and background checks. Odd jobs, here and there—nothing like what their current party does, but whatever will pay for their fake papers and passports to keep running.

June will never know a house as her own. They'll never settle enough to…

Well, to live any semblance of a normal life.

Flag looks to the others. What fate will await them? If this plan goes sour...?

Zoe and Lawton will be separated again. Who knows for how long. They'll no doubt be sent on more missions 'utilizing their talents'—goddamn suicide missions. Their luck will run dry, and they'll all be dead within a year or two. Waller will almost certainly see to it. GQ will go back to being a science project.

Flag knows these 'criminals'—but the thing is that they're not. They're human beings, despite what people think of Croc. There's good in all of them—even Digger. And Waller will seek to snuff out the last of that goodness if she gets her hands on any of them.

Or, she'll execute them.

This plan has to work.

June starts to shift, to stand, but Rick holds her arm, pulling her down to stay with him for a moment longer. He whispers softly, so as to not wake the others.

"I love you."

She smiles. It's a sad smile.

"I know. I love you, too, Rick."

"-And this is going to work."

June nods, slowly, before agreeing fully, "Yes. It has to."

So, they both understand the stakes.

"A-and after this works…We'll go to Italy."

June chokes down a laugh, careful not to raise her voice. "It doesn't have to be Italy."

"It doesn't. It just has to be anywhere with you."

June nods slowly, her eyes glossy despite the pitch-black darkness of the unit. Rick feels for her face, feeling the heat rising, her flush filling in.

"-And wherever it is, wherever we go together…We'll get married."

June openly does choke at this, but no one stirs and Flag feels her face truly raise in temperature now.

"R-Rick, are you…are you asking me to marry you?"

Rick shakes his head, lifting June's hands so they can feel his face in the dark.

"No…No, I'm not asking. You gave me an ultimatum once—you told me to stop Enchantress, even if it killed you. Well, I'm telling you now, June Moone…Marry me, or I might as well be dead. Marry me, and my heart is yours—we're already bonded in…in so many more ways than any couple on this earth will ever understand and…and I love you, possession and all. I loved you the moment I pulled you from that tub. I'll love you even when you're buried beneath Enchantress' control. Hell, I'll love you if the world burns and we'll burn together. And maybe that's tomorrow, or years from now, or…."


June's mind is panicking; it's silent, and this is what raises alarm. Where is Enchantress in all this, hissing at her? Where are all the self-doubts, and the dark thoughts?

June recalls after they had written the letter, when everyone was slinking about the docks looking for an empty unit to sneak aboard to take them into Gotham from the Metropolis side of the bay. And how Harley had nearly jumped on June's back, scaring the meek girl as they crouched throughout the ship yard.

"Ya ever been to a ballet?"

June had merely shaken her head.

"My ma made me do classes, and I've been to the Opera house a time or two with Mr. J-" Harley smirks, but nothing about her relived memories sound pleasant and even the clown queen can't hide how they aren't.

"Everyone always wants t' see the Nutcracker, or Cinderella. Or the Sleeping Pretty One, ya know? But I had a favorite. It's French."

Harley hunkered down, like this would take some explaining, though June didn't bother correcting Harley on how most of those just mentioned were in fact French.

"Giselle? Eva' heard it? Pretty girl, weak heart, an' a pretty prince, fall in love. 'Course, he's hiding who is he really is, and when she finds out who he said he isn't, her weak heart? Can't take. She dies on the spot. But it doesn't stop there! Cause then, all these vengeful spirits welcome her spirit in with theirs, and they hunt down the men that visit their graves and force 'em to dance til they die. And so when her princey comes, an' she's now with these evil spirits, they make him dance. But, at the last minute, she lets him go. She forgives him, and stops the witches or whatevs', and he lives. She's still dead, all for love, and all because of him."

June slowly shakes her head—what has any of this to do with their mission right now..?

"I ain't saying you have a weak heart—hell, you've kinda got two, er, even three. But…you are aligned with an evil spirit."

June feels one of her three hearts drop in this realization.

Harley looks a bit remorseful to even say, but still she continues on—

"So, can you let go of the vengeful spirit? Or…do you let go of him?"

There's a long pause where June is stunned silent before Harley quickly adds, "I'm asking for a friend, is all," and June realizes Harley was comparing herself as much to Giselle as June thought she was comparing her to the tragedy.


In this moment now, June looked into Rick's eyes, and wondered. Was this the moment where he was dancing to his doom, and she could relinquish him? Stop the vengeful spirits? Let her lover go, and she alone be taken by the grips of the grave, and not force him to suffer with her?

But, she knows Rick. It's too far gone now. He dug the graves for them both and is standing in one, hand out stretched to her. He banished the spirits—it's just him and like Harley said—she has three hearts, practically, and not one weak one. She can't fight off the spirits to save him, because he doesn't need saving. He's chosen to be with her, and she isn't in any danger that she needs to protect him from—herself or otherwise. It's just them.

She recalls that feeling of almost letting the darkness overtake her, and how Enchantress of all voices was the one of reason, and reminded her to live-to fight. June swore to not look back after that ever again. And she doesn't.

He stops talking, trailing off. He can't convey in words how desperate he is to have June in his life…to forever be with her. He feels her pull at him, and their lips hover over each other's. He can feel from her breadth how her mouth grows into smiles, only to settle back into a position ready to close the gap between them. He himself is holding her up, in his lap, just hovering over her. Their breadth mingles and it's unbearable how they tease and taunt each other, leaning in and retracting. It's a game of chicken, and finally Flag throws in the towel, slamming his lips against June's.

He hopes this is her answer—that this is her 'Yes'.

When they break for air, June is still blushing, smiling and light-headed despite the weighted mission before her.

"Yes," she adds, for good measure. Flag laughs, no longer caring if they stir the others.

Which, naturally, they have.

"If I'm not the Maid of Honor, I'll set the venue on fire." Harley deadpans from across the unit.

"She's not kidding." Lawton warns.

"We know…" Flag agrees.


Croc dents the unit's bottom, then raises it. Even the moonlight is bright enough to cause them all to wince as they pile out from the unit. The ferry and docks are empty. It's just past sunset. It's now or never.

"We'll meet at the designated area. You'll probably beat us there, but we shouldn't be too long," Flag informs June. She merely nods.

He thinks to the last time he asked her on a mission.

"Just get it done."

This time, he's not as frightened to lose her. He knows he'll see her again. If nothing else, Enchantress wants to stay by her heart…

June nods, taking the letter from his hands. He hesitates letting go, but finally steps back. June inhales, keeping her eyes on Rick the entire time.

"Enchantress."

Her body shivers and a shadow overcomes her. Then, before them, is the witch.

Rather healthy looking, comparatively to her usual appearance. The younger heart helps. Less dirt and ash cover her features. There's sparkles of gold dust instead. Her hair, still thick and black, is sleeked back ever slightly, and adorned with jewelry that is less rusted. There's more shells and jewels than bones, and her markings seem fresher; darker. The chain mail that clings to her body even glistens, cleaner and with etchings to each individual coin Flag had never noticed before. Her eyes even burn bluer now than orange…

"May I offer my congratulations?"

Flag bites the inside of his cheek. Enchantress isn't his favorite person in the world, but no longer does she completely disgust him.

She winks at him, "I wasn't lying about the fertility spells." She holds the letter up, closing her eyes briefly.

"Does she even know where to find him..?" Lawton mutters.

A moment later, Enchantress smiles.

"Oh…how interesting."

Before they can question her, and with a flicker of the dock's over hanging street lights, she's gone.

"Well, part one is started. Now, we head to our part."

Digger rubs at his neck.

"Damn, I really hope this works. I think I'm getting an infection from all these open wounds and punctures in meh neck."

"At least you still have one," Harley counters.


Bruce Wayne raises his glass of champagne, thanking the benefactor for their kind words, and slowly drinks the glass down. It's cheap, he recognizes, but maybe he's just being a bitter guest.

"The one in the gold dress looks charming. What's wrong with her?" Alfred breathes in his ear. Bruce sighs.

It's another keeping-up-appearances galas, on a night when conveniently crime is rather low. Bruce has Alfred keeping him up-to-date every so often with the crime reports. He never likes leaving the suit for so long-and his city- but every few weeks he has to make these appearances to keep the media away from the other half of his life. He glances at the girl Alfred is spying through the cameras, which they've hacked into to give Alfred eyes on Bruce at all times (Bruce now regrets this); Alfred uses these rare nights to try to set Bruce up with…anyone. He scouts the crowds and runs background checks occasionally on the women he sees or overhear Bruce speak to—one of them, he crosses his fingers…just one of them…

"She downs six drugs a night- at least- on her multiply lovers' yachts. On second thought, maybe I should order the ring now-"

"I want grandchildren, not satanic spawns…You win this round, Mr. Wayne, but one day there will be someone you can't say no to."

Bruce snickers, trying to hide the incident as a reaction to someone currently in front of him.

"That'll be a day."

There's silence on the other end, and Bruce sets his glass down, turning away briefly from the guests before him.

"Alfred?"

"I'm a girl you can't say no to. Consider me a candidate? Actually, I…We…recently got engaged. Come congratulate me. In person."

It's a woman's voice, but something is off and deep about it.

It's not Selina, he recognizes.

"Where's Alfred?"

But the line goes dead and Bruce is already signaling to the valet to retrieve his car.

Someone found the cave—someone infiltrated his cave and has incapacitated Alfred.

There will be hell to pay.


When Bruce makes it back to the cave, he doesn't bother with the mask or suit. He steps down from the tunnel entrance from his mansion to under the lake, carefully watching at the corners.

He tries to think of who, or what, could be here.

Harley? Not likely. The voice was void of Harley's flair and charm…and she wouldn't be here. She should be at Belle Reve…

Ivy? Killer Frost? It wasn't Diana… Bruce stops just at the corner, holding up his watch as a mirror to pear around the corner.

"Enough stalling, Bruce Wayne."

Bruce stiffens. Well, whoever this is, they know his identity.

He steps out, hands up in surrender— "Where is-?"

But, his answer is right there in front of him.

All his answers, actually.

Alfred is sitting with a cup of tea in hand. He looks irked more than held hostage—there's no bonding. He's just set aside. Atop the table sits…a woman.

Or something posed like one.

She emits darkness; she's definitely a meta. Bruce recognizes it from somewhere, and recalls Waller's folder…

"You're..?"

"-Just the messenger." She throws her hands up, to show she's unarmed, but the movement also sends Bruce's hidden battarangs from his reach. She shakes her head—she'll have none of that.

She turns her attention to Alfred, who still doesn't look nearly as alarmed as Bruce senses he should be.

"I'm sorry to have you play along with the theatrics. I've said it before, and I'll promise again…I mean no harm."

Alfred scoffs.

"Master Bruce, this isn't one to try anything with…I'm in no harm, as you see, and you might as well hear her out…"

The Enchantress twists her fingers and an invisible binding seems to collapse. Alfred loosens slightly, but still remains seated. Bruce lowers his hands, rather perplexed.

"You're the Enchantress, right? The one who destroyed Midway?"

"I did."

Bruce is eyeing the nearest utensil. Alfred shakes his head.

"Bruce, hear her out. You took your sweet time getting here, and I've had the chance to chat with…both of them."

"Traffic," Bruce huffs. Hell, the party was in Metropolis and disappearing as the billionaire Bruce Wayne takes more time than disappearing as the Bat…

He eyes Alfred though, cocking a brow at 'both'.

Enchantress closes her eyes, rounding her neck to loosen the muscles.

"I'm supposed to merely deliver this letter to you. But, I wanted to make sure it got to your hands, and your hands alone…So, as much as your sidekick-"

"-Butler." Bruce cuts her off. The Batman doesn't have a sidekick.

"-was obliging to deliver this letter of utmost importance, I merely offered to wait for you…I have the time to kill, being immortal," she winks, sleuthing towards Bruce with a walk that is a half crouch—like a huntress approaching and cornering prey. She tensed delightedly at Bruce's tense reaction to 'sidekick'. He shakes his head, feeling something crawling in the back of it—like an unwanted visitor.

Great. She's got those kind of parlor tricks.

Bruce tenses, but Alfred nods as if she can be trusted.

In what reality, Bruce ponders.

"This one, dearie," Enchantress answers, and Bruce reminds himself she's…not normal. Likely to have several tricks up her sleeve.

"So? Where's the letter?"

She holds it out to him, an arm's length away. He watches it, not taking it immediately.

"Would another form help you to trust it? I can take on many-"

She makes the teasing mistake to transform into a middle-aged woman with a pearl necklace and brunette hair.

Bruce jumps into action, reaching for a staff, which he swings at the fake form of his mother.

Martha ducks, her form shimmering with a wave as it changes.

Now it's Harley Quinn—she's different than when he last saw her, but she looks…recent? Something about the appearance feels accurate.

"Batsy, Nasty~ It was a low blow, wasn't it? Forgive me, if ya believe that I mean it?!"

Bruce reaches for the nearest projectiles by him—smoke pellets.

He tosses them and this time, in place of Harley, stands Alfred himself, throwing up the palm of his hand to which the smoke bombs explode into, only to suck into a void within themselves, disappearing and creating no stir in the witch.

"Bruce Wayne, the Batman…" This Alfred-doppelganger scolds, shaking its head.

The real Alfred looks irritated now, standing suddenly.

"Enough of these games, Enchantress! Bruce, calm down-!"

Enchantress throws her arm out—now covered in latex as Selina stands before Bruce (He reminds himself these are all illusions) which sends a force that makes Alfred fall back into his seat.

"He wants to play, let's play. This only stalls for time, and tuckers him out; so, a win-win for me!"

Bruce dives behind a pillar.

"Stalls time for what? Another sky beam in the sky? This time in Gotham?!"

Diana steps beside him, holding out the letter. "Take the letter, Bruce."

He flips away from the impersonator. Alfred stands.

"Enough! June!"

Diana shivers back into the form of Enchantress, who herself looks as aggravated as Bruce feels.

"Let him speak to June!"

Enchantress rolls her eyes, and the cave's lights flicker.

A moment later, the illusion of Enchantress is now of a girl, meek and unfamiliar to Bruce. He takes the jump on her, pining her with the staff at her throat, but Alfred jumps from behind his chair, yelling at him to stop.

"This isn't an illusion! This is the real her!"

Bruce is panting, glaring at the woman—barely not a girl—beneath him. Terror is in her eyes, but she's stiff and trying to remain strong. There's a fire- a flicker- of an ember still to her eyes and she winces, as if holding Enchantress back.

"I-I'm Dr. J-June Moone…I-I'm the host of Enchantress. A-And I have a letter for the Batman. I mean to deliver it, because he…he alone can help my friends and I."

Alfred sighs.

Bruce continues to eye the girl.

"You should have started with this form," he groans.

June sighs with relief that she won't be attacked (or that he'll attempt).

"I tried... I also have to pick and choose my battles with Enchantress. Some are more worth winning than others."

Bruce gives her a helping hand to stand.

"That, and she was eager to meet the man behind the mask…You're really-?!"

Bruce cuts her off.

"Family pension only lasts so many decades. I found a trade I'm rather good in."

Alfred scoffs, storming off to make more tea.


Rick paces nervously, his eyes glued to the single entrance to the lot.

Harley pops a bubblegum bubble, rolling her eyes in watching Rick worry.

Lawton looks calm, but inside he's just as nervous. Zoe is hiding somewhere nearby, her head low like he told her. She assured him it wouldn't come to a fight. He still warned Diablo, "No big fires." Especially in Zoe's direction.

On either side of them are small businesses, closed and vacant for the night. They stand in the shadows of an empty lot between—a bakery? And a bank? Rick doesn't recall what the signs said. Normally he'd have memorized the entire street, but not tonight. Tonight, all he can think is that June is Enchantress, and he's waiting in an alley with wanted criminals—hell, he's a wanted criminal—and the only one that can help them is…the very person who would throw them all in jail. Unless the letter does its job…

Rick runs a hand over his scalp, ruffling his short, buzzed hair.

Where's June?

"You'll burn a hole in the ground, you might just find yourself in Katanna's backyard!" Harley winks, cackling. Katanna rolls her eyes. She leans against the wall, still, with Digger standing beside her. He's the quietest Rick has ever seen him. Croc, surprisingly, is the least still. Perhaps he feels dry, standing so far from the shipping yard where they'd stowed-away earlier at. He's antsy; wary of the arrival of the very man who locked him away in Belle Reve in the first place.

Harvey sighs, bored of the waiting and Rick's pacing. She pushes herself up from her crossed-leg seated position and walks past Rick to peer around the building's corner. Lawton hisses at her to get back.

"Relax. I'm just playing look-out. Say, Flag-pole, what happens if Batsy just…catches yer girlfriend and turns her in? Then calls Waller on us and we get set up..?"

"Well, Harley, you busted us all out a first time, you can do it again, can't you?" Flag answers, though his voice shakes and gives away his lack of confidence. Lawton keeps glancing in the distant direction of Zoe's hiding spot.

There's a faint, quiet sound in the distance and Harley jumps, gasping as headlights peak from down the road.

"That has to be him!"

"-Or Waller," Lawton mumbles.

Everyone raises theirs hands, preparing for a fight. Croc growls as Harley bounds back into her place amongst the line.

For a moment, they're all still, and the only sound is that of the distant, quiet buzz of the Batmobile (they hope).

Then, suddenly, it's there.

A sleek, unimaginable car that's more tank than car. Low to the ground and heavily armored, it hardly passes as a car save for the four wheels hidden under the tire guards, also heavily armored, that screech to a halt upon turning to face the lot. The top opens and a split second later, a shadow ejects from the seat, soaring rather quickly overhead before landing far closer than anyone was anticipating.

Dressed in all black, it's the Batman.

He rises to stand, facing the group, who all flinch and hold their ground.

Rick looks past him at the passenger seat of the Batmobile, where a figure is slowly crawling out.

June.

"June!"

Rick steps forward, but Batman flinches at this, training a battarang at the disgraced Colonel the moment he moves.

June jumps, raising her arms at the pair.

"No, don't! We just want to talk!"

Rick looks between June and the Batman, judging her appearance to gather his impression of the vigilante. He's never seen the man, or creature, in person. But, June is unharmed…she's not bound; she's free…

"June?! Are you alright?"

He asks for good measure.

She nods, smiling meekly at Rick before stumbling towards him, only to be stopped by a hand from the Batman.

"No one move," He mumbles, looking between June and Rick in particular before throwing an eye to Harley and Lawton.

Before any of the others speak up and ruin any chance they have of the Batman taking their side, Rick speak ups.

"Thank you for meeting with us."

Batman eyes the group.

"Is 'thank you' what you really mean?"

Lawton positions his rifle to point between the eyes of the hood.

Harley spits at her feet, swinging her bat.

Rick raises his hands in defense, letting his gun fall to swing by his side on its holster.

"Guns down, everyone!"

No one moves. Kroc growls.

"Guys…" Rick warns.

Harley swings her bat, ignoring how jumpy everyone's reactions are to her move.

"He doesn't look dressed to talk, Flag. He looks dressed to fight."

Lawton shuffles his weight from one foot to the other. His eyes are still fixated on the Batman.

Digger snarls, "When he surrenders and disarms, then I will."

"We just want to talk."

"Then talk." Batman growls.

June attempts to walk forward, but again Batman blocks her from rejoining her mates.

"Let the lass go, mate," Digger snaps.

"June, come here-" Rick pleads.

Batman is antsy, looking between his outnumbering enemies.

"So you can unleash her again on me? She failed in her first attack-"

"I-I didn't attack you!"

KC steps forward, irritated at June being kept from them.

"Hey! Don't move!"

June tries again to step forward. Tension has heightened immensely.

"Rick-!"

"June." Rick warns.

"Everyone, calm down," Diablo warns. Batman eyes him, his hand reaching for his belt.

June can hear Alfred cautioning Batman from his earpiece—something the others don't pick up on.

Lawton is a moment away from triggering, and KC growls a preemptive battle roar.

"Let the girl o'er—she ain't leverage," Digger warns a final time.

June, desperate to keep a fight from breaking out, grabs Batman's arm to plead to him to lower his suspicion.

This, however, only jumps the Bat, and in a second he's pinned June down and Lawton has fired—the Batman's cape deflects the bullet and in a moment, he grapples the side of the neighboring building to swing over the now triggered crowd.

Digger lets loose two boomerangs—one cuts the cable, but Batman knocks the second off its' return course to Digger, avoiding the hit as well. KC lunges, but Batman dodges, only to dodge and roll a second and third time when Lawton lets off a barrage of bullets.

June pulls herself up, noticing Rick sprinting towards her, but her eyes are instead drawn to the fighting happening before her.

Rick reaches her, gripping her arms and running his hand over her, searching for any signs of an altercation. June assures him she's untouched, and pushes lightly past him to face the raucous group.

"Stop!"

It's a tried and true move, but everyone's weapons leap from their hands. Batman feels the wind knocked out of him, falling to the group, and a force pushes the others back and away from their nemesis as well.

Everyone turns to face June, terrified they'll see Enchantress in her place.

It's just June.

You can conjure simple magic…let me teach you, and you could do so much more…

June ignores Enchantress' tempt.

"You came here to listen, and that's what you'll do. Contrary to our actions just now, we don't want to fight. We need to talk."

Batman grunts, lifting himself up. This isn't his night, and Alfred is scolding him with "I told you so" in Bruce's ear.


Determining that a truce had been settled, the group had agreed to meet back up with GQ and Zoe at their squatting position. Zoe put on a brave face standing before the Batman for the second time in her life. GQ was in shock.

"He actually came…"

Rick and the others grab what they can to create makeshift chairs. Lawton exclaims he's fine with standing, protectively looming over Zoe. GQ sits nearby, a tarp wrapped around his sickly body, wracking with shivers. He's got dark circles around his eyes and Batman eyes him, wondering what caused this man such a state of distress- present company, or..?

Harley sits on a crate, front and center, mere inches from Batman's dilapidated chair.

"We got a problem, and we need you to fix it."

Batman smirks—it's the closest he'll ever come to laughing.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Digger scratches at his beard, eyeing the floor.

"Af'er attacking ya a min' ago, I can see where yer distrust is comin' from."

Katanna mutters something under her breadth, eyeing Chato—the only two aside from Rick and June who restrained themselves from being involved in the earlier brawl.

"You stand for justice, or so you say, right?" Flag cuts Harley off, desperate to appeal to Batman in a more understandable way.

"Well, we need justice."

"Sure you're not confusing justice with revenge?"

Rick furrows his brow, gripping June's hand as he leans in and tells the Batman their story.

All of it.

He explains how Waller, a woman in the shadows of Washington with immense power and influence, approached him one day. He took the job, because it was an assignment like any other job. And he explained how Waller had this idea for a task-force. Rick points to each and everyone gathered at present, explaining their role and how they were selected.

Batman doesn't seem surprised by any of this.

Rick scoffs. Of course, he doesn't—he knew a part of it. He brought in Lawton for them. He may not have met with Waller in person, but Flag knew it was her tip off to the Bat that brought Lawton in.

Still, the caped crusader is silent, and Rick can only imagine that he knows even more of the story.

He probably knows all about Midland, but still Rick tells their story.

June shrinks when Rick mentions the sky beam, and Enchantress and Incubus.

Everyone drops their eyes, save for Flag and the Batman, when he mentions how Chato and GQ died.

This, finally, catches the man's attention.

"They look better."

And then Flag explains what he is sure the Batman doesn't know. Their story since.

How June was tricked back into hosting Enchantress.

How Harley escaped, only to break back into Belle Reve and break out the others.

How they took Waller hostage and snuck into South America to get June back.

Flag explains how June was in another dimension, where Chato and GQ also were suspended in a limbo state. He admits, this part at least, is what he has the least grasp on.

Then he tells Batman of how they made it back to the states—only for Waller to kidnap Zoe.

Zoe pales, hearing this side of the story. She looks up at her father, who grips her shoulder to assure her everything is alright now.

Rick, for Zoe's sake, leaves out how Lawton seemingly betrayed everyone and was momentarily hated by them all; he only says that in return for Zoe's safety, the Squad was reassembled under Waller's control.

And finally, he mentions the embassy botched mission, and how they have been on the run.

When Rick finishes recanting his tale, Batman remains silent for quite some time. When he does speak, it's not what the Squad want to hear.

"You're criminals. I can't grant you immunity, even if I believed you. I don't hold that kind of power."

Rick stands up abruptly.

"Dammit, what can't you believe?!"

"Rick-" June meekly speaks up.

"June was tortured!" Rick yells. He'd avoided details for Zoe's ears, but recognizes he'll need to put everything on the table if he's going to convince the Batman.

Of everyone, it's Digger who briskly crosses the room.

"Zo, let's leave all this to those who can pay American taxes, ya?"

Zoe wants to be there, but knows this isn't the time. She nods, quickly grabbing Digger's hand before being lead outside the room. Lawton is rather speechless, but quickly overcomes it to step up beside Flag.

"My daughter…" He begins slowly, in case she's still within earshot. "Was used against me. Waller had her surrounded by guards. In her own home."

"Waller went off the books. This was beyond the government or her damn task force—she kidnapped a woman and summoned back an entity that endangers this whole planet."

"If she's such a threat, then perhaps captivity was best," Batman eyes June, aware of her power. June's eyes widen, but it's Lawton who steps in front of her.

"We have had damn bombs implanted in our necks no less than two times—three for Boomer out there. We've been battling for our lives with more than one witch, alright? You've got connections—you have to have something up your sleeve to help us. We would not be speaking to you now, begging you, if you weren't our last hope."

"And if I don't have any tricks up my sleeve that could help you all? Then what do you do. Go back to committing crimes on the streets?"

"-He shot me."

Everyone turns at the sound of Harley's somber voice.

"Mr. J…he shot me, right here," Harley motions to her abdomen, and for a moment Batman looks pityingly at her. He knows their complicated relationship.

"Batsy…" Harley pleads, smiling but suddenly with glossy eyes, "Zoe's a young girl…too young to be on the run with Floydy over here…A-and she can't go back to her mother's…she wants to be with her Pa. She needs to be…"

Harley stands, lifting her arms to Chato.

"A-and Diablo over here? He's done his time. He died for redemption. He's our own Jesus!" She chuckles, but again it's weak. "You'd send him back into Waller's hands to be used as a weapon, when all he wants is to live..? People who come back from the dead…it ain't natural. And people tend to run tests on those that do." GQ coughs, dropping his face.

She smiles at June and Rick.

"They're in love. You're throwing around this idea of whackin' Juney but she's a person, ya know? And Waller is just using her…like Mr. J used me…S-so, Batsy, you gotta take pity on us…we done wrong in the past, but we're people. We're not weapons."

Rick nods at Harley, appreciative of her words. She shrugs, shying back to her crouched position.

Batman finally speaks up.

"I can't promise you won't be hunted by others…But, I know some people…of influence." He glances briefly at June. "I can expose Waller, have her shut out from Washington completely…She may go dark, more so than she seems to have already, but…Maybe I can pull some strings to get you into witness protection."

Everyone perks up at this.

"-But not all of you."

The room seems to understand, eyeing the couple at the center.

"Without a criminal rap sheet on you two, you have the best chance of getting government protection. But, the suits in Washington will be just as cautious about her other half as Waller was," Batman admits honestly. June bows her head.

"We don't need the government looking over us. We just want them to leave us alone."

"Like I said, I can expose Waller, but that's all I can really do. The rest of you have criminal records and multiply life sentences to serve out. I should be taking you all in right now."

"Should?" Lawton picks up.

"…I have to meet someone about exposing a person for injustice and treason. I don't expect that you all will be here when I come back...?"

Lawton smirks.

Rick extends his hand.

"We'll take what we can get. Thank you…for listening."

Batman takes the man's hand, firmly shaking it before eyeing June.

She jumps a little before adding, "Whomever your connection is…tell them thank you, as well. Assuming they can do what you say they can."

It's an unspoken promise. His identity is safe with her.

He nods in appreciation, and heads to make his exit.

"Say, how long will this meeting with your inside source take..? Just as a, y'know, heads up for how much time we have to vacate the premise?"

Batman looks back, smirking.

"Not long. This is a house call and I know they'll be up."


It's four days later, crammed in a motel room that Flag managed to pay off the desk boy in cash to let them be undisturbed, when news breaks of Waller's illegal activities.

The public only get so much declassified, simply learning that the terrorist attack in Midland was indirectly caused by Waller herself, and that she's been relieved of her position in Washington. The televisions are buzzing on every station with several reps from every state trying to deny any involvement with the now-taboo name that is Waller. Curiously enough, in all this political unrest and witch-hunt, there's plenty of interviews by the billionaire Bruce Wayne and his opinion, with his charming smile announcing multiply efforts and charities and funds to go into projects and lives of those affected by Waller.

It takes some further digging by Flag into his military connections to learn that Task-force X has been completely disbanded, and all divisions associated with it as well.

He also gets his hands on the criminal database; himself, June, Katanna, GQ and Chato are all erased from it. No longer are they wanted for any crime.

Harley, Digger, KC and Lawton retain their rap sheets, but with no mention of any charges within the past year.

Rick finds June in the evening with her pant legs rolled up and her feet dipped in the vacant pool. He approaches her, sitting beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"You're free," he whispers, and relief washes over both of them.

June feels tears on her cheeks, and smiles before thanking Rick. She leans in and he kisses the top of her head, recalling how it seemed forever ago when he burst in on her in that tub, and she begged him to help her.

He did.

He feels a tug at his heart, and isn't sure if it's Enchantress' proximity to her own life source, or all the pure happiness he feels by being beside June and holding her.

"I'm thinking a small wedding…" Rick finally breaks the silence.

June looks up at him, smiling.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Just a handful of guests."

June pretends to think about the prospect, squinting her nose up, "Like, say…two bridesmaids, five groomsmen?"

"And a flower girl."


Turns out, only four Groomsmen, as Digger of all people is ordained. The couple insist on getting married in two days' time, before everyone splits off to go underground or back to the shadows.

The Bachelorette party is a story of legend, as Harley 'planned' it all (and by that, nothing was planned, nor did it go according to not-plan). Rick never got the full story from June, but knows Enchantress made an appearance if nothing else because he felt her with his heart (a nifty trick he realizes will always let him know when June is in trouble or Enchantress is out to play).

The Stag party is actually quite tame. Flag doesn't want one, as June also had expressed sentiments, but Digger will hear none of it.

"Just a pop in t' a pub is all!"

It ends with Chato burning a food truck (no one inside, thankfully) and Digger losing a tooth.

Croc keeps Digger's tooth, and GQ whips out the video he recorded on his phone every chance he gets.

The day of the wedding, the band of misfits gather in a field outside of Gotham. Harley has personally dyed her dress and adorned it with haphazard sewn images and embroidery. Her make up is gaudy as always, and the bouquets she provides for herself, Katanna, and June all have a Harley flare to them (Harley's includes poison ivy, Rick notes, and June's is reflective of Enchantress with its herbs and weeds and charred…details).

KC doesn't fit into a suit, and Chato looks like a funeral home advert with his skull tattooed head sitting neatly atop a pressed suit that is rented from the front desk boy and a size too small for him.

Digger has marked his face and body in indigenous markings and burns incense at every corner of the ceremony.

Katanna has her sword strapped to her back.

Only GQ, Lawton, and Zoe look normal. Or rather, did. Harley gets a hold of Zoe and does her hair for her—and while Zoe finds it wonderful and claims to love it, it's not nearly wedding appropriate.

Lawton himself meets with Harley at the beginning of the aisle, mockingly asking how he looks.

"You're missing something…"

Harley ponders a second before grabbing Lawton by the tie. She yanks at it, undoing its loose knot, and then grabs his collar, pulling at it so the top two buttons burst.

She then surprises him by leaning up at his face, but turns at the last second to plant her lips on his now exposed neck.

He's left rather speechless when she backs up, smiling at her victory.

A large, bright red stain of lipstick now decorates Lawton's neck like a tattoo.

Harley winks at him.

"Cleaned up doesn't look so good on you. This is much better."


Lawton stands beside Flag, repeatedly eyeing Harley. Beside him is GQ, Chato, and then KC. Harley stands as the Maid of Honor, as she demanded, and beside her is Katanna.

Katanna does eye Digger only once, smirking with half her smile at his appearance, and he blushes at this.

It's then that she realizes he's sober.

Zoe skips towards the small party, tossing various objects in place of petals—bottle caps, weeds, coins and debunked grenades. Lawton glares at Harley, who shrugs.

Then, June moves into view, smiling in her knee-length, vintage dress. Around her neck, however, is a rather native looking piece of jewelry, courtesy of Enchantress (As a stand in for her "something old"; Enchantress assures June it's quite old).

Rick never takes his eyes off of June, and nearly misses saying his vows by being distracted by her, only half-hearing Harkness' words.

They exchange rings that Flag did get around to buying (Despite Digger's offer to steal "the best damn rings we can find") and everyone holds their breadth when Digger teases them by pausing before announcing they may now kiss.

Flag whispers a quick "I love you," to June before gripping the sides of her face and pulling her into him. Harley cheers the loudest, though is nearly matched by KC surprisingly.

Tatsu catches the bouquet.


A few months later, Rick holds June in his arms in the porch of a small townhouse in an undisclosed location. Only a handful of people know where they are at this moment, and even among them only one is properly registered by the government as existing, or 'located'. June holds a postcard that the two continue to reread, as it brings them to tears laughing every time they try to get through it. If not for it's absurdity, then for it's grammatical errors, slurs, and beer stains. And the sheer existence of it.

That Digger Harkness, Captain Boomerang, had thought to send the couple a postcard bought clearly out of a casino gift shop never fails to humor them. In it, he entails about his decision to travel to Japan and learn about 'spiritual Buddhism'; hike Mt. Fuji and visit the 'Emperial Kingdom'. Rick winces every time they pick which parts of his letter allude to China, and the other to Japan, and try to look past his cultural insensitivity because there's a very minor, of-little-importance-P.S 'Oh, and I'm going with Tatsu.'

Lawton called a week back, but the phone call was mostly overtaken by Zoe, who wanted to know if the couple was expecting. June and Lawton, from his end of the line were speechless by the question, and Rick spat up his coffee. Lawton had a job, exterminating, somewhere in Gotham where Zoe had received a scholarship from one of Bruce Wayne's many generous lotteries. Lawton had even struck up a deal with the mayor of Gotham, who had his own hand in corruption and could be tempted, to keep his head low, attend anonymous groups for vets and some rehabilitation programs. The deal was a pain, Lawton griped, but it had won him custody of Zoe, so he didn't mind it so much.

June tried to ask if Lawton had seen Harley.

He couldn't honestly answer yes, but he had an inkling he'd seen her around. There was the occasional feeling of being watched, and whipping his head around to see the fleeting curls of a pale blonde with hints of dye in her tails. The Joker remained at large, but sightings of his Queen were unheard of. There was some rumblings of trouble staring a trio of femme fatales, but Lawton kept his head low and knew nothing of it.

KC returned to Central City sewers, rising up an empire that he comfortably controlled, but it of course had limitations. Yes, drugs were trafficked, but KC was strict with who they were sold to, and some reports of people being actually saved by a man-crocodile monster were also being reported simultaneously. Rick's only reply to this news was "Invite him to Christmas, not Thanksgiving." They wouldn't know what to feed him at the table anyway.

GQ Did go home to his mother, and she nearly did have a heart attack. But, she swore away at it, claiming in her heart she always knew he wasn't really gone. GQ frequented vets meetings, still shell-shocked from all the mystical and not-being-dead. He helped his mother on her farm, and got a steady job that utilized his military background, but also gave him the time off when he needed space. And he spent that space at June and Rick's—he'd pop in for a week or two, saying little. Sometimes he'd talk over beers with Flag about missions. Other times, he'd quietly sit and listen to June's heart, because there was something comforting about that ancient magic of Enchantress that had kept him alive for nearly half a year. Rick would watch the silent two, not understanding the connection until the one time Chato visited and did the same thing. June also worked continuously until the scars and stitches and any residue of GQ's surgeries and testings were physically gone.

Chato ran meetings for reformed criminals himself, and trained anyone from troubled youths to recently released criminals to deal with their anger or their situation. He, too, had a deal with her county, who always remained skeptical of him, but he kept his head low and away from gangs.

When June rose, Rick stared at her silently for a moment, before admitting, "I had that nightmare again. Where you're dying, and Enchantress tells me you're gone."

June looks back at him, alarmed.

"But when I wake up, my heart isn't pounding. It's beating just the same as always—calm. It knows you're safe."

June smirks.

"You're a Hallmark card now?"

"I once said…that the world was going to know all about Waller. I told her to her face I'd expose her, after we saved you. 'I promise you', I'd said right to her. And I kept that promise."

"You did," June nods.

"And that time you told me to stop Enchantress, no matter what it took? I kept that promise, too."

June bites her lip, but nods still.

"Every promise I've ever made to you, I've kept."

June smirks. "Have I not to you?"

"You have. And that's what I really mean to say, is…is we're perfect for each other. I wouldn't want anyone else than my…my witch-possessed wife, who can date a pebble to the century exactly, or tell me about civilizations that I ain't ever heard of. Or can drink me under with a bottle of wine asking me about my father, or having to balls that I don't to demand I kiss her already."

June leans into Rick's lap, smiling.

"When are you going to do that again?"

"Dr. June Flag," He says, and the name is the opposite to her ears than what 'Enchantress' is to her lips. It summons all the good feelings inside her and warms her, and opens her eyes and widens her smile.

"Yes, Rick?"

"I believe…I know…down in my bones and in this enchanted heart of mine…that I belong with you, and that we belong together. And if I have to fight for you for a third time, I'll do it again. But, I'm promising you now…I'll win."

"The good guys always do."

Rick shrugs.

"We're not always the good guys."


I'm the night-sky

I'm the fire in your eyes

And I want you

Now and for all time


A/N:
Fin! I love this couple, however many months/years after this movie came out-haters can hate, but I love this film, and I LOVE these characters and this couple. And I'm happy to have written this reactionary piece! I loved writing these characters, and my only regret is not spending enough time in certain character's POVs, like Chato and KC; but~ I have completed my contribution to the Flagmoon shipping fandom~! And I'm now in a limbo with no current fan fictions~! I don't know what my next project will be, but I have a few ideas and hopefully will post soon again~! Until then, this is me closing the book on these chapters and this story and I thank you all SO MUCH for supporting this fic, or even just reading it, and hope you enjoyed some elements or parts of it~! Thank you all again! That's it~!