Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 36 - Cue the Music
Author's Note: A bit of a warning... I never really read a lot of DC comic books as a kid, so instead, I watched the cartoons and tv shows and animated/live-action movies and whatnot.
So, there may be certain times in the story where the characters may seem OOC, and for that, I do apologize, cause I am simply going from what I've seen on film and television, as well as the Internet.
And I am obviously way beyond the end of the movie, but honestly, at this point, I just care about making a good story. Oh, and whenever you see the lyrics, just imagine a fighting scene with all of the characters as if this was an actual movie.
Also, again, thank you so much to everyone who's been enjoying the story and leaving reviews, I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of "Suicide Squad", the DCEU, its characters, etc, and I am the rightful owner of this story, the characters I create, etc.
After Deadshot, Harley, and Slade ran out of the restaurant, they watched as Boomerang and Killer Croc began fighting against the large group of plant-like creatures that were wrecking havoc and causing mayhem in the city.
"All right, let's get this shit started," said Deadshot as he loaded up his ammo.
(Music in the background)
Slade pulled out his sword, and said, "I've been waiting forever to do somethin' like this."
On a cold winter of morning,
In the time before the light.
In flames of death's eternal reign,
We ride towards the fight.
Harley looked over at Deadshot, and asked, "Think you can handle these plant freaks on your own, big boy?"
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "Don't worry about me, doll face, you just worry about not slicing your fingers off with that thing."
She gave him a wink, replying, "Ain't no need to worry, handsome, I got this."
When the darkness is falling down
And the times are tough all right.
The sound of evil laughter,
Falls around the world tonight.
"So, can you guys talk, or are you all grunts and moans like those other assholes in Midway City?" asked Boomerang.
When he didn't get a response, Boomerang said, "Yep, same shitheads... oh, well, time to kill ya."
Fightin' hard, fightin' on for the steel,
Through the wastelands evermore.
The skeletors souls will feel the hell,
Bodies wasted on the shores.
Killer Croc took a bite out of one of the creature's arms, and he quickly spit it out.
"I ain't much of a salad guy," he said. "But I don't mind ripping all of you to shreds."
On the blackest wings in hell's domain,
We watch the lands become.
In fire and flame, and once again we know.
"Who the hell are you all working for?" asked Slade, as he used his sword to slash at the monsters.
To his surprise, one of them said, "Mother Nature takes care of us."
Slade shook his head, and replied, "Well, then, let's see how Hell takes of all you Little Shop of Horror knockoffs."
So now we're flying we're free,
We're free before the thunderstorm.
On towards the wilderness,
Our quest carries on.
As several of them surrounded Harley in a circle, the former psychiatrist asked, "Hey, come on, don't any of you know it's unfair to gang up on just person, even if it's a girl?"
"You're a pretty one," said one of them. "She's definitely going to like you."
"Who are you talking about?" When she didn't get a response, Harley simply shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, well, back to killing everyone of you..."
Far beyond the sun down, far beyond the moonlight.
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls.
So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone.
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and flames we carry on!
"Well, Lawton, I got to admit, I'm impressed," said Slade as he stood behind Deadshot. "I didn't think you had improved that much since the last time we were together."
"You'd be surprised, Deathstroke," replied Deadshot. "Same goes for you. But why haven't you used any bullets yet?"
Slade just said, "I'm more of a swordsman, Lawton, guns and bullets are your kind of thing."
As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky.
They'll raise their hands
To the heavens above
Who descend unto their lies.
"Hey, Crazy Chick," asked Boomerang as he helped out Harley for a few minutes.
"What's up?"
"I could've sworn I seen you going into Deathstroke's room last night."
Harley laughed, and replied, "Oh, that was nothing! I just needed his opinion on something. What did you think happened?"
"Uh... nothing, sweetheart," said Boomerang, not wanting to get on her bad side after she had recently fixed his stuffed unicorn.
Running back through the mid morning light,
There's a burning in my heart.
We're banished from the time in the foreign land,
To a light beyond the stars.
In your blackest dreams see to the need, that destiny is tied.
And endlessly we're roaming free tonight.
"Where the hell are these guys coming from?" asked Deadshot. "It's like they keep multiplying!"
After Slade finished slicing off one of the creature's head, he looked in front of him, and saw something that was a few miles away.
"Come on, we got to go over there!"
And on the wings of a dream so far beyond reality.
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone.
Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind,
Day after day this misery must go on.
"Croc!" yelled Deadshot. "Come on, the place is over here!"
"Right behind you, Gun Boy," said Killer Croc, after spitting out some more grass and leaves and tree branches.
"Hey, guys, wait up!" yelled Harley, running over to stand by her boyfriend.
"Yeah, don't just leave us here!" cried Boomerang.
So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone.
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and flames we carry on!
A few minutes later, Deadshot shot at the final plant-and-grass-like creature that had approached them, and said, "Enjoy Hell, asshole."
Then, they looked at the building in front of them, noticing that the outside was covered in vines and branches and leaves.
"This reminds me of that part in Jumanji when they get to the house, and it's all raining and stuff inside."
Deadshot looked over at Boomerang, who added, "Then that crocodile or whatever tries to eat Alan... but I don't think we got to worry about that, right, Croc?"
Killer Croc just gave him the middle finger, making Boomerang laugh. "Aw, come on, man, take a joke!"
Slade rolled his eyes, and said, "Okay, so I'm gonna go up first to slice away all the-"
Boom!
He and Deadshot looked over at Harley, who had already used the sword that Slade had lent her to cut away at the vines in front of them, and then used her feet to knock the doors open. "What? I was tired of listening to all of you just talking."
Deadshot chuckled, and he led the rest of his teammates inside the building, where they saw a bunch of science-related, lab equipment and multiple computers, as well as another group of plant creatures that had not yet noticed them.
The assassin began to move forward, but he was suddenly stopped by Harley, who held him back.
"Hey, let me take this one, Shot," she said. "There ain't so many of them."
Boomerang replied, "That don't seem like a bad idea, mate."
"Your bitch ass just don't wanna fight."
"I'm getting so damn tired of you talking crap about-"
"Will you two shut it for a moment or two?" hissed Deadshot, who then looked at Slade.
"I'm okay with that, Lawton, but you're the leader right now, and she's your girl."
(Music plays in background)
Deadshot turned back to Harley, and said, "All right, doll face, do your thing."
Harley squealed with happiness, giving Deadshot a passionate kiss, and whispered, "I'll thank you later tonight."
"I'm hoping you do," chuckled the assassin.
With a grin, Harley handed the sword back to Slade, pulled out her own weapons, and started to walk over to the grass-like monsters.
Throw on your break lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Harley suddenly stopped moving, and shook her head. "Eh, not really feeling that. What else you got?"
"Who is she talking to?" asked Slade, looking over at Deadshot, who shrugged.
Back door, cracked we don't need a key
We get in for free
"Much better," grinned Harley.
No VIP sleaze
Drink that Kool Aid follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me
As Harley walked over to the group of monsters, while also swaying and moving her hips back and forth, Slade said, "No wonder you like her so much, Lawton... she reminds me of-"
"Hey, we both agreed to never bring her up again!"
Slade held up his hands in defense. "My bad, Lawton..."
It's time to kill the lights and
Shut the D.J. down
This place's about to
Tonight we're taken over
No one's getting out!
This place's about to blow, oh-oh-oh!
"Hi, boys," said Harley, once she had walked up to the group of monsters, before getting ready to kill them.
Blow-oh-oh-oh
This place's about to blow
Blow-oh-oh-oh
This place's about to blow
Blow-oh-oh-oh
This place's about to blow
Blow-oh-oh-oh
This place's about to
As the last creature fell, Harley stood up, and looked over at the other Squad members, giving them a wave.
Slade let out a whistle, and asked, "Who the hell is she, Floyd?"
"Man, I ask myself that question almost every damn day."
Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the forests of Jump City, inside a secret laboratory, the person known as Amylase Pile (according to the folder) was looking at her computer screen, which showed the Squad searching through one of her secret headquarters.
"My, my, my, what an odd team of characters," said the woman. "Especially the one with the pigtails... she's beautiful..."
She then smiled as she watched Harley walk over to Deadshot, giving him a hug, with the assassin then shaking hands with Slade.
"Those two have exceptional skills, as well... this entire group could be very useful in my plan."