Dangerously Sane:

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Chapter Two:

The man struggled with excessive exertion against the restraints, whilst she stood back, sipping on an energy drink and watching him with unsympathetic eyes. He went limp for a second, letting out a roar of anger, little bits of spit flying in the air and landing back on his face. That was the least of his worries. There was dried up blood covering half of his face and his eyes tried desperately to look anywhere but on the screen, where the faces of his victims continued to haunt him. He was trying desperately not to gag, by breathing through his mouth. If he smelt, for one second, the rusty smell of blood, he wouldn't be able to hold back.

She stepped out of the shadows, clenching the can and throwing it to the side, the sudden sound starting him. "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She sarcastically asked, not a hint of remorse in her voice. She picked up a small knife, with a razor sharp edge from the table nearby and walked by his side, looking down at him with disgust.

"You evil bitch!" He yelled at her, in a vain attempt to startle or scare her. "C'mon... C'mon...Just stop...Please. I get it, I did wrong...But you're supposed to arrest me - that's it! That's all!" He paused waiting for her to say something or move, but she just stared him down with a soul-piercing, unforgiving look. "You psychotic whore! They'll come for you! They'll save me and you'll be thrown in jail for the rest of your pathetic life, you bitch!"

She leaned in close, applying pressure to the blade, piercing the skin by his shoulder blades. Clenching his teeth, he started breathing heavily. "I don't care." Anya said lowly. "They can put me in jail for the rest of my life and I'll be happy...Y'know why? Cause then everyone who is associated with you would be dead. Your whole empire will be fallen and I'll sleep peacefully knowing I've done that... I've worked my whole life and trained to get to this moment...I'll be dammed if I don't enjoy it." Without warning she removed the knife and struck it in again, with double the force and he let out a piercing scream-

"Wheel's down in Five!" A voice in the distant said.

Anya laid still for a moment, before opening her eyes and sitting up slowly. "Huh." She muttered, seeing Waller sitting opposite her. "Since when were you here?"

"Since you fell asleep." Waller frostily replied. "We will be evaluating the subjects for Task Force X, soon as we land."

Anya nodded, not wanting to say anything else to Waller. She had to be careful around her, not one part of her doubted that Waller wouldn't hesitate to shoot her, if she had to. She didn't like Waller referring to them as 'Subjects'. It sounded so impersonal. But then again, in Waller's eyes that's what it was - business. She inhaled slowly, trying to get her heartbeat down to a regular pace. It was those dreams again, although not so much dreams as they were memories. Figments of a memory of who she was...She wasn't that person anymore. At least, not so vengeful. She glanced up at Rick, who was looking at her as if he knew. No doubt he probably did, based on her file, but the look he gave her meant he didn't judge her - or at least that was what she would want to think...


"Never caught your name, lil' lady." Griggs said to Anya, a horrible sneer on his face, as they walked into the shooting range yard.

She shook her head. "Never gave it, lil' man."

Rick sniggered lightly. "Something funny, Colonel?" Griggs asked, trying to keep his tone civil.

"Give us a moment." Waller told Griggs, making him back off slightly. "First up is Deadshot, we need to see if he lives up to his reputation. Myself and Flag will handle this, Anya, I trust you can go to Harley Quinn. Might be better with a female face. " Anya nodded in agreement, wondering what the hell she was supposed to ask her. "After, Flag will get you and the two of you will need to see... Killer Croc... As they refer to him by. Once that's done, myself and Flag will deal with El Diablo...Anya you go straight by the medical bay and wait for us there."

"Killer Croc?" Anya repeated. "That's inhumane calling him that."

"We say it like we see it, lady. Follow me." Griggs told her, motioning for her to go first.

Rick nodded at her once, before she left, walking past all of the prison guards. Up ahead she saw Deadshot being led towards Waller. He paused for a moment, looking at Anya. "Do I know you?"

"Not yet." She replied, with a light smirk.

He nodded in agreement. "Rather you then them." He commented giving her a small smile, before he was roughly shoved by the guard behind him and carried on walking towards the shooting ground.

"Yeah...that guys asking for trouble...And this girl? Harley - crazy. Hot as hell, but batshit crazy." Griggs commented, glancing over at Anya and not making it at all discrete when he looked her up and down. "Never seen you here before - you Official or one of these merciless assassins? Mind you, if that's the case, we'll save a spot for you here."

"I'm liking you less and less by the minute." Anya dryly replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Gates!" He called out, followed by a buzzing which opened the gates in front of them. Anya could see ahead of them a solitary cell, which looked more like a cage. Harley had her back to them, but upon hearing the approaching footsteps slowly stood up and turned around. Her eyes lit up when she saw Anya. He stopped a few feet back from the bars, shooting Harley a dirty look. "She goes on the bars we'll fire it up."

Anya walked forward, looking back at him. "No, you won't."

"Excuse me? Look, Lady, you don't make the rules-"

"-No...But I could open the gate and let you two get acquainted." Griggs opened his mouth to reply, but said nothing. Anya turned back around, seeing Harley leaning by the gate. She looked tired beyond belief and unpredictable. Anya held out her hand which Harley took, shaking it lightly. A good sign. "I'm Anya - great to finally meet you."

"Harley Quinn! Likewise." She replied, her voice thick with a New Jersey Accent. "Welcome to my humble abode..." She added, with a light giggle at the end.

Anya observed the cell which was empty, apart from the sheets tied together and attached to the bars at the top. "What happened to your bed?"

She gripped both of the bars, her face lightly resting by them. "He took it..." She replied, glancing over at Griggs. "'Cause He's scared."

"I ain't scared of you, hotness!" Griggs called back.

Harley cackled loudly, shaking her head. "Come in here and say that... C'mon..." She averted her gaze back towards Anya. "I like you a lot more than them - Hey! If he dies, can she take his place?"

Anya smirked lightly, knowing exactly how dangerous Harley was. She found it slightly amusing that it took many men, heavily armed to deal with her. Pussies. She noted the bed sheets tied together to almost make a trapeze wire, on the top of the bars. On closer inspection, it looked more like ripped clothes, but only Harley knew what it was. "That looks like a fun way to pass your days." Anya commented.

"Uh-Huh." Harley nodded in agreement, her eyes lighting up suddenly. "Did Mistah J send you?"

"No... Nope." She glanced back round at Griggs who simply sneered at the both of them, and at the control panel further ahead, where when they please they electrocute the bars. "I take it they treat you like shit?" Anya honestly asked, not wanting to play mind games like Waller would.

Harley giggled lightly, leaning forward and holding up five fingers. "I put five of them in the hospital...for being mean. That's a lie, I did it for fun."

"Yeah, well, they probably deserved it."

Griggs scoffed in disbelief. "You're as crazy as she is."

"I'm not deaf." Anya replied, rolling her eyes.

Harley straightened up slightly, her eyes looking behind Anya. "Is that your puddin'?" She asked, a small smile on her face.

She frowned looking behind her to see Rick walking towards them. "Oh...No. God, no. We, sorta, just met. "

"Well, he sure lookin' at you, like he's your puddin'. Mistah J gives me the same look."

Anya shook her head lightly, feeling Rick's hand on her shoulder. "All good here?" He asked.

Anya turned around, nodding once. "Yeah." She turned back by Harley, waving at her. "Catch ya later - and Griggs, if you dare 'light it up' , I'll let her out so you can sort your problems out."

He stepped forward, sniggering at her. "You can't-"

"-I'll do it myself." Rick interrupted, the official look on his face. Griggs knew fine well he couldn't say anything back to him, so just shook his head and took a few steps back again.

"Head straight down, turn left - where all the guards are is where you need to go." He mumbled, before giving them his back.

Anya waited until they turned around the corner, walking the corridor in silence, before finally speaking. "Mr. Flag (!) Attitude with prison guards..."

He shrugged, with a nonchalant look on his face. "I didn't like the way he was looking at you."

Anya didn't say anything in response, at least he was being tolerable. That was an improvement. "How'd it go with Deadshot?"

"Lives up to his reputation with added attitude."

"D'you blame him? He's been cooped up in here for so long."

They walked further down the corridor, seeing in the distance the guards by the sealed door. They knew that through that door they had to go downstairs and a little further to where Waylon was. "What about Harley Quinn?" He questioned.

"I like her." Anya admitted, taking a liking to her. Sure, she may be 'crazy' as they liked to put it, but the girl could fight and defend herself. She wasn't to be messed with. "Guards treat her like shit, but they're scared of her."

"They should be." He replied darkly, glancing over at Anya. "You okay?"

"MmHmm..." She dismissively replied.

Rick stopped walking, turning towards her and lowering his voice. "Is it okay you walking around here? Considering... Y'know."

"That I was nearly put here? It's fine." She replied quickly, remembering how that meeting went years ago. Remembering how she would have rather spent the rest of her years in jail, but Waller gave her an alternative, an ultimatum, so to speak. "I wouldn't have minded much."

He raised an eyebrow. "Even with Griggs? No disrespect, but he's a bit of an asshole."

"Yeah - scratch that, I would've." Anya waited for Rick to start walking again, but he was still standing still. "So...Off to Waylon Jones - I ain't calling him Killer Croc."

Rick cleared his throat and resumed walking again, with Anya following next to him. "And El Diablo after. You'll head straight to the Medical Room...to, erm...Meet June."

"Okay." Anya responded, before realising what he had just said. "Wait, wait, wait - I ain't gonna be in the middle of something really awkward, right? I'm not good with awkward. I'll end up making some inappropriate sex joke or something."

"No - No awkwardness. Like I said, we're fine. " He cleared his throat again, frowning slightly. "We were only together for two days."

Anya chuckled at what he just said. "Two days? That's not a relationship, that's a trial." An idea suddenly dawned on her and she looked over at him, trying not to grin. "I bet...Waller got you two working together to try and set you up - to get emotionally invested."

Rick briefly dropped the nonchalant facade, before retaining it once more. "Probably - it doesn't matter. It's done, she wasn't my type. I don't know why I'm talking to you about my life anyway."

"Cause I'm going all Oprah on your ass!"

"Yeah, funny(!)" He responded, motioning to the Guards to open the door. He waited until the door was open, before motioning for Anya to step down first. "Ladies first."