"Wow!" Captain Boomerang exclaimed, looking around the cellblock with amazement. "Am I really the only one left? Harls escaped, Flag retired, an' our whole new crew got themselves pardoned without a scratch on 'em! Whatta' twist."
Amanda Waller strode up to the aussie's cell, looking like she'd rather do anything than be there.
"Digger Harkness, in accordance with the mission statement of Task Force X, thanks to the amount of missions you've completed, you have successfully reduced your sentence." Waller droned, saying all of this very fast. "You will be freed and have all items taken from you upon arrest returned. Now, please get out of my sight."
"What about the bomb in me neck?" He demanded.
"The porridge you were eating this morning was laced with a special ingredient that incapacitated your microchip." She sighed. "Such a pity."
"Strewth, you bloody bike, you've been letting me sweat for the past coupla days?" He cried out. "You really are the worst."
"It's what I'm paid for." Amanda turned her back and walked off. "Now please just… go. With all your teammates deceased or missing, the identity of whoever's been throwing pies at everyone remains a mystery that has just become very much harder. And recent, stupid laws forbid me from keeping tabs on former inmates. Don't let me see you again."
"Miss ya too, love." Captain Boomerang grinned. And with a buzzing noise and a flash of light, the garish supervillain was allowed to leave. He only stopped to pick up his possessions and give a rude hand gesture to all the cameras he knew about.
…
"Ahhhhhhh, life is good!" Captain Boomerang sighed contentedly, kicking off his boots and relaxing on his sofa. "But it can be better."
He picked up his computerang and messaged his fellow ex-squaders in the group chat if they'd be interested in going to get sloshed together.
Waylon: Let's go to a strip club. I wanna see some ass.
Floyd: Was going to collect the bounty out on your dumb ass, but hey it's my ex-wife's weekend, Zoe ain't here, so why not?
Harls: Love to, can't. Girls night! Sorry Boomerbutt.
Tatsu: How come you never invite me to girl's night?
Harls: Uh gotta go!
Tatsu: I currently have no plans.
Rick: Sounds great. Me an' Mrs. Flag will be there in 1800 hours.
June: The one thing I miss about Enchantress is she could drink you under the table.
Me: Great! See you drongos at 6, my place.
Having two hours to spare, Captain Boomerang sifted through mail that had accumulated over his stay in Belle Reve. It mostly consisted of junk mail, porno mags whose continued subscription had been a condition of his service on The Suicide Squad, and dozens of letters from some guy in a blue and white parka.
Supervillains of Central City! The Flash has gone unchallenged for too long. The time has come to stand together against a common threat. Included are the perks of membership. Call (666) 666-6666 for more details. Evilly yours, Leonard Snart.
"Wouldn't wanna be part of any club that would have me as a member. 'Sides, I'm on the up-and-up now." Captain Boomerang shaked his head and tossed aside the most recent of Mr. Snart's form letters. Perhaps he would call the number later, if only to get himself off the mailing list.
Oddest of the bunch was a package that had just been delivered that morning to Captain Boomerang's address. It had blue wrapping paper decorated with tiny white boomerangs. Enclosed was one of his own razorangs along with a handwritten note.
Digger Harkness, protect yourself - J.L
Captain Boomerang examined the razorang curiously. Why the hell did the Justice League send him one of his own boomerangs?
Without warning, a loud CRACK sounded as Captain Boomerang's door was kicked down, a shadowy figure striding through.
Captain Boomerang, still in the kitchen, crouched down, catching a tiny peek of the intruder. He was wearing a black trenchcoat and a t-shirt that beared the image of two of his former Suicide Squad teammates, Slipknot and Mindboggler.
As Captain Boomerang threw the razorang gifted to him, he heard a loud bang and satisfying *shunk* as his weapon connected. He popped his head out to see the coast was clear, and strode out having already retrieved another boomerang. But there was nobody. No body. And cold filled his insides as Captain Boomerang saw that his razorang had missed the intruder entirely, having embedded itself in his wall.
"Oh, Christ." He whispered. Five shots rang out, five bullets finding their way into the former supervillain's chest, and five red stains grew bigger and bigger on Captain Boomerang's jacket.
"Shot me in… the flippin' back… ya drongo." He gasped. "Face me like a man…"
As Captain Boomerang fell to the floor facefirst, he got a glimpse of who had killed him. It was unmistakable. He decided to do what he did best and play possum.
As his assassin strode out of his apartment, happy and correct in the assumption his target was done for, Captain Boomerang reached out with his left hand to steady himself. It was crazy, he must have done dozens of missions for the squad and made it through okay, figures he'd die as soon as he got away from them.
"Ah, no, Pinky…." He croaked, clutching the remains of his stuffed unicorn doll in his fingers. "Bastard got ya, too."
With all the energy he could muster, Captain Boomerang decided to spend his last moments ensuring his murderer wouldn't get away. Carving away at the assassin's name in a hasty scrawl, he collapsed soon after. Holding onto the largest part of his destroyed doll as hard he could, Captain Boomerang made peace with the understanding that he couldn't come back from this.
As his mates showed up to discover his body (Harley Quinn joining them soon after, having immediately left when she was informed what had happened), Captain Boomerang's former teammates made a pact they would find whoever "Jack Drake" was and bring them to vengeance.