Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 3 - Special Requests


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.


"No... no, please, NO!"

All of a sudden, June felt someone wrap their arms around her, and then, she heard Rick say, "Hey, it's okay... I'm here, she's gone, we're okay..."

Images of what had happened earlier with the Enchantress had flashed in June's mind, interrupting her peaceful dream, and right now, Rick was doing his best to comfort her.

"I killed all those people..." sobbed a saddened June. "I almost destroyed that whole city... I caused their friend to sacrifice his life..."

Rick began to softly shush her, as well as gently rocking her back and forth. "None of that wasn't your fault, June... it was her, not you..."

"But I just can't forget what happened out there," replied June. "I don't even know if I can."

"Then, I'll help you forget," said Rick, and June snuggled closer to him. "However long it takes... I'll be here... always..."


The Next Day

Bang-Bang-Bang!

Harley groaned, and said, in a grumpy tone, "Don't you have any idea what time it is? People in here are trying to sleep, ya know."

"Well, how the hell you think I feel? I have to bring in all of this stuff here."

Opening her eyes, Harley saw that the guards had some new stuff with them for her cell.

"Yeah, a bed," grinned the young woman, as they replaced the bench with a new and sort-of-comfortable looking cot.

And then, the other guards wheeled in something that made Harley's face light up like a Christmas tree.

"Ooooh, my new espresso machine!" cried Harley, jumping up and down in excitement.

Then, all of the guards began to leave except for one, who handed her a paperback book. "Waller thought you'd enjoy this, as well..."

Harley let out a laugh, and said, "Tell her I said thanks!"

"Yeah, whatever," said the guard, walking away, while some of the others began to take their usual spots for the day, patrolling the area and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.

After a few minutes of working the machine, Harley was about to drink from her new coffee cup when she heard a voice say, "Still think you could've asked for something better."

"And I told you that... whoa..." Harley took another look at her teammate, noticing that he'd changed his appearance. It wasn't that of a prisoner or an assassin, it was more of a-

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I look good," joked Deadshot. "Didn't want to see my daughter in anything tacky or scary."

Approaching from behind, Rick said, "You're lucky that today is actually Saturday, though, pal... otherwise, you'd still be locked up right now if it was a school day."

"Don't worry. I didn't forget." said the assassin. "Any extra cups in there, baby doll? Or did you only get one?"

Taking a sip out of her coffee cup, Harley smiled, and replied, "Nah, sorry, she only gave me one of the these things. I could ask for another one, if you want."

"Eh, don't worry about it, not much of a coffee guy anyway," said Deadshot. "Just enjoy it, though."

As they began to walk away, Deadshot turned to look back at Harley, who waved her hand as a way to say good-bye.

He chuckled, and did the same as well, before he and Rick walked away, while the young woman began to read the romance novel she'd received.

"He loves me, he hates me," sang Harley.


Outside of the building, as they walked towards Rick's vehicle, Deadshot asked, "So, how did you and your lady do last night? Any trouble sleeping or anything?"

"For a little bit, yeah," replied Flag. "She's still worried that the witch's name will end up coming out of her mouth somehow, and she'll end up turning back into her."

"But she won't though, right?" said Deadshot. "Cause of what we did, and you destroying that stupid bean bag."

The Squad's "leader" replied, "Believe me, I told her all of that last night... it'll just take her some time... but I'm not gonna give up."

"I'd probably shoot you if you did," chuckled Deadshot, but then, he tried to backpedal his sentence. "I mean, not literally shoot you, but-"

"Don't worry, I get it," said Flag. "Thanks for asking..."

Then, with a smirk, he asked, "So, uh... you two, huh?"

"What do you mean, me too?"

"No, two... you know..." Rick gestured his head back towards the direction of the prison, which made Deadshot roll his eyes.

"Damn it, not that again... look, last night, she lost her guy, okay? I watched her on top of that car, tossing that necklace-choker-collar-whatever it was that he got her, and later last night, she just needed someone to talk to. That is it, nothing happened, she is just a friend."

Rick just chuckled, and said, in a low voice, "Well, at least you know she can dance."

"Okay, dude, do NOT make me regret whacking your head repeatedly against this car."


Where am I?

Diablo looked around, but all he could see was the streets of Los Angeles... only more cleaner, and the people walking around appeared to look more proper.

Am I still the same?

"Hey, honey."

He turned around, and instantly, Diablo's confusion went from confusion to pain and suffering.

"This isn't real... I killed you... the kids... this can't be..."

Before he could continue, Diablo felt his wife's finger on his lips, trying to stop him from talking.

"Don't you know where you are, Chato? Look around..."

"Yeah, LA, but I don't believe that..."

Grace shook her head, and said, "You're in Cielo, honey... the afterlife... with me..."

Taking another look at the view around them, Diablo was starting to almost believe her.

"But why am I here? God knew that I killed you and the kids. I sinned, and I shouldn't be here."

"Why is that so hard to believe?" asked Grace, holding his face in her hands.

"You sacrificed your life to save your friends. You got your redemption, honey. You're home."

Diablo tried holding in his tears, a smile on his face, as his wife said, "Come on, our kids are waiting.

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For a while, nobody said anything on the way to Gotham City.

Then, Rick cleared his throat, and Deadshot said, "Um... Thanks for the letters. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," replied Rick. "You'll definitely be getting the new ones that she sends out."

Deadshot nodded, and he looked out the window, wondering how happy his daughter would be when she saw him at the front door.

"So, uh..."

"Boy, if you even mention her name-"

"Whoa, I wasn't talking about her, Shot, I was gonna say stuff about Zoe."

Deadshot felt a tiny bit embarrassed. "Oh..."

"I was saying that I don't know how long it will be until you see her again. That decision is still up to Waller."

Deadshot nodded his head. "Yeah... I know... I'll deal with that."

Rick nodded in agreement, and the momentary silence resumed.

But once they had entered Gotham, Rick muttered, "At least you'll see Harley almost every day."

"I ain't playing right now, Flag, I will bust you up!"