Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 2: A Peaceful Night


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.

Also, 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.


When the helicopter finally approached Belle Reve, and everyone exited the vehicle, Boomerang was the first person to notice another vehicle nearby.

"Huh, wonder who is that for," mumbled the comedic thief, but then, he noticed Katana walking towards the car, with the driver stepping out to open the door for her.

Looking over at Rick Flag, he asked, "Where is she going?"

"To handle some other business regarding her family," replied Flag. "And some other stuff she wouldn't tell me about, but she'll be fine."

Turning back to watch the vehicle drive away, Boomerang let out a sigh of sadness. "I never even got her phone number..."

Meanwhile, Deadshot was having a conversation with Waller about seeing his daughter.

"You'll see her tomorrow, Lawton," replied Amanda. "After she finishes school."

A smile appeared on the assassin's face. "Thank you. How much time, though, am I-"

"Excuse me, Boss Lady?" interrupted Harley.

Rolling his eyes, Deadshot said, "Girl, you are like some jack-in-the... hasn't anyone ever told you about 'a and b' conversation?"

"What? I just wanted to know if she was still taking any more requests."

"Like what exactly?" replied Waller.

"Like all of us getting some better food served to us," replied Harley.

Deadshot smirked, and said, "I gotta agree with her on that one."

As they entered the prison facility, Waller simply said, "I'll think about it."

Before Harley could respond, Croc said, "When do I get my BET?"

"It's already set up," replied Waller.

"Ooh, and my espresso machine, too?" Harley said, her face lighting up with happiness.

"I'm working on that," said Waller, as she entered the facility while the former psychiatrist began to frown.


Later that night, Deadshot (no longer in his black-and-red suit) was about to enter his cell when he noticed Rick approaching him. "Something I can help you with, soldier boy?"

"I didn't want to leave without you getting these," answered Rick, giving him more letters that had come from Zoe. "And to tell you that I'm going to be one who takes you to see her tomorrow."

"Well, I can't wait," replied Deadshot, shaking his hand. "Good luck with your girl. Hope she'll be okay."

"I hope so, too," sighed Rick, and he walked away, leaving the prison, and heading back to the place that he and June lived at.

As for Deadshot, he was about to close his cell door when another voice cried out, "Wait a sec!"

"Just keep it together, man," thought Deadshot as Harley approached him, also noticing the fact that she was back in her prisoner outfit.

Was there a difference to it, though?

"See something you like, honey?" asked Harley, after a few moments of silence.

Blinking his eyes a few times, Deadshot answered, "Yeah, no, I'm... fine... what is it now? I thought the psychiatrist stuff was your department."

Harley laughed, and said, "Nah, silly, I just wanted to talk to you before we end up going back in our cages."

"All right, then, keep on talking," replied Deadshot. "I'm listening..."

To his surprise, Harley didn't respond right away; instead, she looked like she was trying to make a decision on something.

"Anytime you're ready, doll face."

Instead of answering, Harley took another step forward, her body now a little more closer to his.

"Uh... you okay?" Deadshot asked, now starting to feel some concern for his friend.

"Huh?" said Harley, now taking a step back. "No, yeah, I mean, I'm fine... so do I get to meet your little pumpkin one day?"

That's more like her, thought Deadshot as he chuckled. "Probably. Maybe. You'll have to talk to 'Boss Lady' about that."

Harley rolled her eyes, but then, she noticed the letters that were in his hands. "Those from her?"

"Yeah, and I got some more with me, too," replied Deadshot.

As a joke (sort-of), he asked, "Want to read some with me?"

That surprised Harley. "You serious?"

"It's up to you," replied Deadshot. "I haven't seen any guards around, and I'm pretty sure the camera guy is asleep or somethin' cause otherwise, he would've told somebody something about us not being locked up yet."

Harley hesitated, not wanting to say the wrong thing, but then, he added, "If not, that's okay... they'll still be here whenever you want to see them, and I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna get more of them soon from her anyway."

The psychotic woman smiled, and said, "I'll think about it..."

As she began to walk away, Deadshot smirked, and said, "Night, Harley."

She stopped, and for a moment, he could've sworn that she was blushing. "Thanks... you too..."

When Harley was gone, Deadshot continued to smile, but then, he heard some laughter in the background.

"Well, what do ya know?" laughed Boomerang, whose cell wasn't that far away from the assassin's. "You got a thing for her, mate?"

"What, for Harley?" said Deadshot. "Dude, her boyfriend got blown up, and she needed someone to talk to. I wasn't trying to get with her or anything like that."

The unicorn-loving thief chuckled, and said, "Uh-huh, sure... does that include checking her out for a long period of time."

"I was not checking her out for... man, if you don't leave me the hell alone-"

"Whoa, hey, relax, I'm just playing with you," replied Boomerang. "Isn't that what friends do?"

Deadshot exclaimed, "You're almost getting close to being an ex-friend, dude."

Boomerang nodded his head, and began to leave Deadshot's cell. "Take care!"

Once he was gone, Deadshot waited a moment, looking around to see if anyone else was going to talk to him.

After a moment or two, he smiled, and closed the door, which locked automatically.

Then, Deadshot sat on the bench, and opened the first letter that Zoe had sent to him.

"Dear Daddy..." began Deadshot, reading aloud to himself.

Meanwhile, as for Harley, she'd stayed behind in the hallway to listen to Boomerang and Deadshot's conversation about the assassin liking her.

So, now, inside of her cell, the former psychiatrist began to wonder if he did think of her that way, or was simply being a good friend to her.


"One, two, buckle my shoe..."

Knock-knock-knock!

Looking up from his desk, the Joker grinned, and said, "Ah, Jonny, my boy, come in!"

His right-hand man entered the office, with a folder in one of his hands. "She's back at the prison, Boss."

"Wonderful news," replied Joker. "How long till we can get her out?"

"We can do it in two days," answered Jonny T, a small smile on his face. "In the meantime, I was hoping to talk about a plan on how to kill Batman."

Joker's grin suddenly went away. "Did you say kill Batman?"

"Yeah. That's what you wanted to do next after getting Harley back, right?"

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... I don't ever want to kill the Batman! If it wasn't for him, I would have never went to that wretched asylum and met Harley."

Jonny began to frown in confusion. "But if it wasn't for him, Harley would probably be with you instead of alone in prison."

"True, but part of that blame goes to me. I didn't know my sweet couldn't swim, and I'm even now with the Bat since she did help me when I killed his young protege.

"But back to your earlier statement... what would I do without Batman? Superman's already dead."

Jonny shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe settle down one day with your girl?"

Joker started to laugh again. "Aw, Jonny Boy, my wonderful Harley may be crazy sometimes... but she isn't that crazy."

Not wanting to irritate his boss, Jonny cleared his throat, and said, "OK, well, then, I thought you might want to take a look at some of her new 'friends' that are also locked up in that place."

He handed his boss the folder, and as Joker opened it, the infamous villain noticed who was on the first set of papers.

"This is the guy who missed his shot on her."

"Yeah, his name's Deadshot. Has a little girl somewhere in Gotham. And one hell of a shooter."

Joker began to chuckle, as he thought, "He might be a valuable person on my team."


As for Deadshot, he was finishing up another letter from his daughter when he started to yawn.

Kissing the part of the letter that said, "Love, Zoe", he began to get ready to go to sleep.

"See you tomorrow, angel..."


"He likes me, he hates me," sang Harley, as she counted all of the bars surrounding her, one-by-one. "He hates me, he likes me, he likes me, he hates me..."

After about an hour or so, when she counted the last bar, Harley smiled, and said, "I was hopin' for that answer."