Squad Goals!


New arrivals to the asylum were common things they happened often but this time was different.

For one these two new people, the others would actually argue being in Arkham, to them it didn't make any sense as to why they were there in the first place.

But there they were, Deathstroke and Deadshot, two of the greatest assassins that had ever lived standing in the middle of the rec-room, comparing kill notes.

Both of them boasting that they had killed the most people in their time or had come the closest to killing the Bat and that they had been the best leader of task force X.

It was around this time that Harley walked in, she looked around the room in slight confusion because well, all of the other rogues were sitting around the edges of the rec-room keeping as far away from the two assassin's as they could go.

It was safe to say that Harley was confused and that's when she saw him, Floyd Lawton, and a smile wound it's way upon her face.

She trotted up to them both and tapped Floyd on the Shoulder, grinning at him as he turned around.

"Oh, it's you," Floyd didn't seem that interested in the fact that Harley was there and Slade merely glared at him with his one eye.

"Hiya, cowboy," Harley grinned as she wiggled her fingers in a wave before placing her hands on her hips. "Ya miss me?"

"No."

Her smile left and she pouted at him. "Now that's not very nice."

"Neither is smacking me around the head with a mallet or a baseball bat."

Harley shrugged slightly. "Don't get in the way when I swing then."

Slade smirked slightly at that. "I don't think we ever met, Miss Quinzel," he said extending a hand.

Harley folded her arms across her chest and turned away from his extended hand. "Call me Harley, everyone does."

Slowly Slade put his hand down and raised an eyebrow. "Alright, Harley."

She smiled at him before turning back to Floyd. "So what brings ya' round our neck of the woods?"

"An insane plea."

"Ya pleaded insane? Why?"

Floyd shrugged. "It was either that or go back to… her."

"Oh!" Harley nodded in understanding. "How is the Wall?"

Slade frowned. "You worked on the task force?"

"Suicide Squad," Harley waved him off. "Yeah one eyed Willy, I did," she smirked at his scowl at the mere mention of his eye and she placed her hands to her hips again and grinned. "In fact, I was one of the best."

"The best what?"

"Hitting people over the head with mallets usually," Floyd mumbled as he walked towards the sofa swiftly followed by Harley and Slade, Harley naturally sitting as close to Floyd as possible.

"You make me sound so harsh, cowboy," She leaned closer to him. "I wasn't that bad surly."

"You two have a history?" Slade questioned as he eyed the two of them together and studied how they acted with each other. It seemed Harley was more interested in Floyd then he was with her.

"What tipped ya off?" Floyd dead panned as he shoved Harley away from him, harshly.

"On the same squad?"

"Hmm," Floyd nodded and rolled the sleeve of his jumpsuit up to show the tattoo with the word 'squad' on it as Harley showed of her's and then Slade showed his.

"Guess Waller really know how to pick her psychos!" Harley chirped.

"Picking lesser warriors for an assassin's job," Slade shook his head. "Foolish, but brave and the perfect cover plan," he glanced around the rest of the room at the other inmates, some he recognised and they were keeping their distance, even the big leagues were. Good, at least they knew their place when it came to him. "And this place is full of lesser warriors," he stated as he narrowed his eyes at the ones who were staring at them, but then quickly turned around.

Harley chuckled. "They're just curious. They've heard stories about you guys and well.." she trailed off and smirked. "I may of dabbed my hand in that a little, but it means they'll stay away from ya as a rule."

"Good," Floyd mumbled. "Dealing with you is enough crazy for me."

"Ha!" Harley giggled. "I'm sane compared to some of the other yahoos in here."

"And that's what scares me."

Harley rolled her eyes. "No need ta be so harsh cowboy, we ain't all bad. Eddie's cool and Jonny is just as adorable, the cute little nerds!"

"From what I heard, Doctor Crane is hardly adorable," Slade butted in as he gave Harley a pointed look.

"Eh, that's only because they don't try to look past his hard exterior," she wrapped her arms around her self and giggled. "He's a warm squishy teddy bear underneath."

"That's how you're describing the Scarecrow?"

Floyd shook his head slightly and smirked a tiny bit. "Only you, Harley, only you."

"But he is!"

"And Riddler?"

"Oh don't get me wrong," Harley smirked at the one eyed man and giggled. "Riddles can be a total know it all most of the time, but he cares for his girl and the rest of his family, not to mention he is rather cute, like a younger brother ta me and Jonny well.. he's sorta like the over protective uncle."

"And Ivy?"

"Red?" Harley smiled and leaned back. "She's my best friend and… sorta like the big sister I never had."

"You view all of them as family?"

"Nah not all of them, just the ones I'm close to. Hiya, Professa'!" Harley cried as she waved at Jonathan as the older man walked past.

He glanced at her and gave a small smile. "Good morning, child."

"I'll be right with ya, just gonna talk with my squad for a bit," she explained gesturing to Floyd and Slade.

Jonathan nodded and smiled. "Of course, take your time," with that he walked off, well it was kinda more of a limp.

Floyd shuddered slightly. "I have total respect for that guy."

"Why?" questioned Slade as he looked the thin and quite frankly frail looking scarecrow up and down.

"Why?" Floyd repeated. "Because he survived a full attack by Croc and was able to come back and take control of the city. That takes some going."

"Or some type of mental disorder."

"Ya know you two," Harley started but she sounded serious. "If you two keep talking about the others like that, assassins or no, they'll kill ya."

"Please," Floyd rolled his eyes. "They wouldn't even leave a mark."

"I doubt that they could even get near me," Slade growled.

Harley merely shrugged and stood up as she looked down at them. "Just a warning. You're new to them and in here," she smirked at the two of them before she began to wonder off, calling behind her as she left. "You're just another new toy for them ta play with."

THE END.


Note: Legacy lives on: Everyone knows which inmate is going to carry on the Joker's legacy, J'Js already getting ready. But before he leaves he has to see his beautiful angel of sadistic and dark nature first. Lets just say a certain mentor isn't too happy about that.

Okay and you guys can still put in requests since we haven't got up to the deadline yet in fact I think there is 20 more requests available so get a requesting and once this set is finished, we can move onto the next set called 'After Arkham.' :) Keep up them reviews! :D