Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 21 (Death of a Queen)
Author's Note: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of "Suicide Squad"
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After Deadshot had finally reached the top of the cathedral, his body collapsed from exhaustion, and he eventually passed out.
When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that he was in a hospital bed.
Wait a minute... If I'm in here, then that means...
He slowly turned to the side, but sadly, there wasn't another bed next to him.
It was worth a shot.
"Look who finally woke up."
Deadshot looked to the right, and saw Rick, who was sitting in a chair.
He also saw a pair of crutches next to him. "Aw, man, I am so sorry..."
"Nah, it's cool, I'll live," chuckled Flag. "Just means I get to spend more time at home, and with June."
Deadshot coughed a few times, and said, "Oh, yeah, speakin' of her, did you get to ask her yet?"
"Working on it," said Flag. "Just got to find the right time."
"Hey, whatever suits you, pal... And, um, not that I don't mind, but why am I in here?"
Flag explained, "Waller wants you at 100% before going back to Belle Reve. The doctors are trying to get out whatever the Joker put into your system, and you were pretty banged up when we found you."
The Joker...
"What about Harley?"
Rick was silent for a moment before saying, "Um... We looked everywhere, Shot, but... all we found was that..."
He nodded over to a table next to his bedside, and Deadshot saw the object that was on top of it.
Harley's jacket and gloves were now torn and shredded, as well as being covered a little bit in now-dried-up blood.
"I'm sorry, man..."
Deadshot shook his head. "Hey, don't be... You didn't fall into his trap like I did..."
I didn't even get the chance to tell her.
"Well, at least she's in a better place up there with Diablo."
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "If she starts to bother him, he'll wish he was in Hell."
Flag also laughed a little bit before he used his crutches to help him leave the room.
"Get some more rest, buddy... You need it badly... See you soon..."
After he was gone, Deadshot looked back at Harley's bloody garments.
I'm so sorry, Harley.
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Meanwhile, back at the Wayne Mansion, Alfred had found Bruce, once again, in front of his computer.
"Searching still for more info on Miss Diana and your soon-to-be-new friends?"
Bruce shook his head. "For Selina... The Joker told me that I hadn't searched in the obvious places..."
Alfred sighed, and said, "Well, for what it's worth, Master Wayne... I hope you find her."
"Me too, Alfred... Me too..."
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It had taken a few days, but Deadshot was almost back to his normal self.
Today was his last day at the hospital, and tomorrow, he would be back in his cell, except he would now be without two of his teammates.
"First Diablo, then Harley..." said Rick, whose leg was also continuing to heal up. "You think God has a plan for all you guys?"
"I'm sure he has a plan for all of us," replied Deadshot. "But we all got to go sometime..."
Rick nodded, in agreement, and said, "But at least now you have something to remember her, right?"
He looked at his right hand, which now contained her special ring. "Yeah... Heh, guess I do..."
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Later that night, Deadshot was continuing to replay the tragic moment in his mind, wondering what could have been differently
"It's no use," mumbled the assassin. "I am so sorry..."
He had lost another special person in his life.
Zoe would have loved her.
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The next day, back in his orange prisoner clothes, Deadshot walked back into the prison, being greeted at the door by...
"Waller, look, I'm sorry," said Deadshot. "I know I promised you Clown Boy, but-"
She held up her hands, making the assassin stop talking.
"I am just glad to see that you're alive... especially the next time you see your daughter."
"Thank you," replied Deadshot. "So, let me guess, back to my old cell?"
Waller shook her head. "A much bigger one, Lawton... For you and your roomate."
"Wait, what?"
She nodded her head. "Trust me, it will be good for you... And, sorry about, you know..."
Deadshot nodded his head. "Me, too..."
A few minutes later, as a pair of guards led him to his new cell, they passed by Harley's former cell.
"Hey, wait a sec," said Deadshot.
The guards stepped to the side as the assassin held his hands around the bars.
So, did you wanna try some of it, Shot?
Nah, maybe next time... Not much of a coffee guy...
Her expresso machine was gone, as well as the cot and paperback novel.
"I'm sorry, Harley," thought Deadshot. I should have been faster."
He went back to the guards, and as they continued on, Deadshot asked, "So, uh, who am I sharing the cell with?"
"Waller wouldn't tell us," replied a guard. "Just that he or she is arriving tomorrow."
Deadshot replied, "Ok... thanks, then, I guess..."
A few minutes later, they had reached his new cell, and once Deadshot had entered, the door was shut closed and locked behind him.
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I see trees of green,
red roses too.
I see them bloom,
for me and you.
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world.
He and Harley were somewhere in a meadow, with Deadshot laying on a blanket while she laid on top of him.
"So, you never told me the L word..."
Deadshot laughed. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb, Floyd, you know what I mean..."
I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
"I ain't gonna say it just out in the open," replied Deadshot. "It has to be the way I want to tell you."
Harley rolled her eyes, but kissed his cheek.
"You're so stubborn sometimes."
"Ha, look who's talking!"
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying,
"I love you".
Neither of them were in prison clothing, either.
"So, you love me, huh?"
Harley nodded her head.
"What about Clown Boy?"
"He isn't like you, Floyd... I can be myself when I'm with you, I don't have to worry about making you angry..."
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "I told you, you're great just the way you are..."
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Before they began to kiss again, Harley whispered, "Please... Don't I deserve to hear it?"
Boom!
All of a sudden, there was a flash of lightning, and Deadshot, now awake, looked out of the bar-covered window, seeing that rain had begun to fall.
"Who am I kidding?" mumbled the assassin. "Not even my dreams can fully bring her back..."
Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Oh yeah.
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The next morning, Deadshot was back doing the same workout routine, but before he could take out some frustrations on the punching bag, he heard the sound of his door's unlocked code being activated.
When it opened, though, no one stepped in... at least, not at first.
Rolling his eyes, Deadshot turned back to his punching bag.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
"Hey, Shot, your cell buddy is here."
Still continuing to punch the bag, Deadshot said, "Yeah, great, thanks..."
As his new roommate stepped inside, the guard closed the door, but Deadshot continued to punch the bag.
Hey, don't be rude! yelled his own inner mind-voice.
Deadshot stopped, and sighed. "Sorry about that... Haven't really been myself lately..."
"I can see that."
Deadshot then began to frown.
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"Any luck finding her, Master Wayne?" said Alfred, as he served him breakfast.
"I'm getting close," replied Bruce. "I just know it."
His butler smiled, and began to walk away when he stopped to ask, "By the way, Master Wayne, I noticed that they announced Miss Harley's death in the paper, but was she given a funeral?"
"I don't recall that ever happening... yet," replied Bruce. "I remember seeing her fall from here I was in the cathedral. Why do you ask?"
"Well, because Miss Diana had mentioned that your speedster friend usually made certain appearances here in Gotham..."
"So, you are trying to say...?"
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"How is she?" Rick said, when the nurse finally returned.
"She's fine, Mr. Flag, the surgery went great," replied the nurse. "Her scars from the stitches may be permament, but besides that, she'll be a hundred percent after a few days of rest and recovery."
"Thank you so much... Is she awake right now?"
The nurse nodded her head. "Yes, but the sedative we gave her will kick in soon, so not too long, okay?"
A moment later, he was standing by her bed.
"I love you, June," said Rick, as he kissed her passionately.
Once they pulled apart, June said, "I love you too... So, what happened with Floyd and Harley?"
"Er, well..." Rick didn't know how to answer her in the correct way. "He got the Joker's stuff out of his system, and Harley, uh..."
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Deadshot's frown then turned into a smirk.
"So... You're gonna be sharing this room with me?"
"That's how it seems... Problem?"
Still facing the punching bag, Deadshot said, "Nah, not really..."
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Author's Post-Note: First off, thank you to EVERYONE who has read, reviewed, favorited, and followed this story, it means a lot how much you're all loving it.
Second, this story isn't over yet, and something else, actually...
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"Well, aren't you gonna welcome me home?"
Deadshot turned around, saying, "Well... I'm glad you could make it..."
Harley, who had her right arm in a cast, gave her a warm smile. "Thanks... I missed you..."
"So did I, dollface... Welcome home..."
Author's Note: Why would I kill Harley?