_April 5th, 2013_

_Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana_

_Belle Reve Penitentiary_

_13:23pm_

"Come along Floyd, let me show you your new teammates."

Amanda Waller directed Floyd Lawton, more popularly known as his alias, Deadshot, out of the cafeteria of Belle Reve and towards another room, two security guards behind them and he sighed.

He didn't really want to be doing this, but he got 10 years off of his life sentence so he'd take anything right about now.

"Alright Waller. And I hope for your sake these ones aren't half as bad as the previous, or I'm out."

He gave her a look as they walked into a room with 5 other prisoners all wearing the same fucking ugly orange outfits as he was.

"Believe me, this mission is an important one. I wouldn't have bothered recruiting some of the best if I didn't need to."

That caught his interest immediately.

4 prisoners looked up as soon as they walked in while the last one remained sitting cross legged on the floor, her jet black stringy hair pooling around her as she didn't seem to move, in a meditation stance.

"Alright everybody, listen up!"

Director Waller spoke up as she settled in front of the 'team'.

"Ooh! Are we about to start the party now?"

A female prisoner with her blonde hair in two ponies giggled and clapped excitedly and the other woman in the room scoffs, folding her arms.

"This is definitely not a party, Quinn. And I don't know about you, but we better get to it. I've got unfinished business."

The woman in question had cheetah skin, including the polka dots. She was still more human though, with normal hands, just sharper and more clawed and yellow cat eyes. She had deep red almost brown wavy hair and when she spoke, it sounded almost primal.

"I just need to leave so I can get a good haircut. Look at me, I almost look as hideous as the rest of you!"

A man whined from where he sat, softly patting his hair with a frown. He was probably as tall as the cheetah looking woman, with tanned skin, brown eyes and hair and a weird looking mustache on.

Deadshot sighed, turning to Director Waller who looked on with a blank face.

"What a great group you've found for the mission."

He says sarcastically but she ignores him.

"This is Floyd Lawton. Codenamed Deadshot, as you may well know. Master assassin and gunslinger. He'll be the leader and the one to direct the mission."

She then points to the very pale girl with her blonde hair in two ponies, one end a dark pink and the other a dark blue.

"This, as you all know is Harley Quinn. The Joker's… paramour. Robbed a bank and caused the destruction and explosion worth over 25 million dollars in the span of 5 minutes."

Harley Quinn grinned, wriggling her fingers at everyone in the room.

"Hey y'all!"

"So this is Joker's girl."

A red haired and blue eyed man sitting on a bench, legs crossed and arms crossed as well, looks at her with an unimpressed look.

"Can't say I see the hype."

Harley Quinn gasps rather dramatically.

"Well how dare you! Who are you anyways?"

"Carl Draper."

Amanda takes over.

"Codenamed 'Master Jailer'. Genius locksmith and escapologist. Eventually got caught by Superman."

The brown haired man from earlier snorts.

"Well that's a stupid name."

Carl's head immediately snaps to the offending man.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I don't think I can call you 'Master Jailer' in the middle of a mission. It's too damn long!"

Harley gasps.

"I know! We can call you MJ!"

"Absolutely not!"

He roars out, standing and turning to Director Waller with an offended look, pointing at the two criminals.

"I will not work with these two… idiots!"

The director's eyes narrowed.

"Then say goodbye to ten years off your record then."

It was silent for a minute before Carl huffs, sitting and turning to Harley and the other guy.

"You two shits stay away from me."

The other guy huffed.

"Definitely. Too much scowling gives you wrinkles anyways. I wouldn't want to be associated with the likes of you."

Harley let's out a laugh, skipping over to sit with the other guy and draping a hand over his shoulder.

"I think this is the beginning of a great friendship!"

Deadshot rolls his eyes with a groan.

"Oh, give me a break!"

"This young man is Hudson Pyle, codenamed Cavalier. Expert fencing master. Put in jail by Batman."

Deadshot blinked as the guy waves interestedly and out his hand down while Carl grins derogatorily.

"Fencer hunh? What's he gonna do? Challenge someone to the death?"

"Why you—"

"And then there's Barbara Minerva."

Director Waller points at the 'cheetah' in the room who only gives a nod.

"Codenamed Cheetah. Put in prison by Wonder woman."

Barbara growls at the mention of the name.

"The bitch. I will find her again."

Waller rolls her eyes.

"And then you'll end up in prison and we just might start this all over again. Vicious cycle, don't you think?"

Barbara let out a small snarl but says nothing.

"And who's that?"

Carl finally points at the final criminal in the room, still sitting on the ground and against the wall in a meditation stance.

"Is she dead?"

Harley asked in a concerned tone, head tilted and one pony almost slapping Hudson in the eye.

Waller sighed and took a small step forward.

"That, is Leilani Potter. Codenamed Heretic."

Heretic looked up, finally opening her eyes and acknowledging the group around her and there was a moment of silence before everywhere seemed to explode.

"A child?!"

"What's she doing in prison?!"

"Waller I don't work with children!"

"Oh she's so cute!"

"Why would a child be looking to cut off 10 years off of her prison sentence?!"

"I thought I'd seen it all. Believe me I did. And I've seen a lot of shit!"

Deadshot turns to a blank faced Waller with a glare.

"I would do anything to get out of prison a lot earlier than expected what with my life imprisonment sentence, but there is no way in hell that I'm letting a child on a team with a high chance of getting killed!"

Cheetah nodded firmly and Waller rolled her eyes.

"What'd she do anyways?"

"She killed 78 men and women in the span of one night."

She said emotionlessly and everyone turned as the 13 year old finally stood up, stretching and letting out a sigh.

She then walked over, her long black hair swinging around her and her light green eyes that seemed almost neon and glowing, arms crossed and a look on her face.

"So… this is the famous suicide squad?"

She looked at them, her eyes stopping on Deadshot who stared back at her, a slightly disturbed look on his face.

"Neat."

Harley beams at the girl, walking over and staring her down.

"Well aren't you a little killer. And a cute one at that!"

She squishes her cheeks and Heretic throws Waller a look while Deadshot sighs.

"We're all going to die."

And he wasn't sure he even minded that too much.

Flashback.

July 31st, 2000.

Great Britain.

Saint Mungos.

"Oh wow Lily, they're so tiny and pink!"

Sirius Black peeked down at the two bundles in Lily Potter's arms as she laid resting after a rather stressful labor.

One was wrapped in a blue bundle with red tufts of hair, and the other in pink with black tufts.

"Well of course they're going to be tiny! I could probably use them as quaffles right now!"

James proudly looked down at his kids.

Kids!

Lily glared at him.

"Don't even think about it Potter."

"What are you going to name them? Still can't believe there's a female Potter. What are the odds!"

James grinned as he softly bopped the nose of his newborn daughter, love in his eyes and Lily knew already, this one would be a daddy's girl.

"Well, we decided on honoring the Potter side and naming this little man Charles Fleamont Potter."

Sirius smiled, patting his brother in all but blood's shoulder, a comforting smile on his face.

"I think it's a wonderful name. Though old Monty just might be turning in his grave at the thought of his grandson suffering through that name."

James snickered.

"At least it's his middle name."

Lily huffed with a smile, looking down at her babies as they seemed to shift in their bundles.

"And what about Princess Potter? She's the younger one right?"

Lily nods.

"My mum absolutely loved flower names to the extent of naming her daughters after them. I want to carry on that little tradition to honor my muggle side, just with a little twist, and so, this little lady here is Leilani Potter."

"What's it mean?"

Sirius asked.

"It means heavenly flower, or royal child. Sort of fitting for the first female Potter in over two centuries."

James nodded.

"Little Leilani Jamesina Potter."

Sirius snorted.

"Jamesina? Geez, way to give your children cringe worthy middle names. Little Fleamont and Jamesina."

James swiped at his best friend with a small laugh before a playful look appeared on his face.

"Come now Sirius, is that the way to talk about your godkids?"

Sirius' jaw immediately dropped and James let out a loud laughter, startling the twins into crying.

"James Potter!"

Hi guys!

This is a fic I've sort of been working on ever since the new Suicide Squad came out and smashed me with a truck load of wizarding world inspiration.

I know... I still have other fics I'm presently actively working on.

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So you might wonder how a young child gets sent to prison, well... you will find out in stages of flashbacks.

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