Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 4 - Right or Wrong?
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.
After hugging and telling his daughter good-bye, Deadshot followed Rick and the other officers out of the house, where he saw an armored vehicle parked by the curb, ready to take him back to prison.
"I guess I'm not gonna head back with you, then?" said Deadshot.
Rick shook his head. "There's something other things I gotta take care of, but I'll see you soon."
As the officers placed their handcuffs on him, Deadshot smiled, and said, "Take care, Flag... and take care of your girl."
"I will... thanks..." replied Flag, as he got into his vehicle and drove away.
Once it was gone, Deadshot turned to look at the driver of the prison truck, saying, "You'd better not hit any damn bumps or any kind of crazy shit on the way back cause I'm having a good day so far, and I would hate for you to be the one to make it a bad day."
A few hours later, when the prison truck had reached Belle Reve, Deadshot stepped out of the back, again wearing his regular orange prison suit, and said, "Glad to see we were able to make an agreement."
He then walked inside the prison, and began to head towards his cell, but he also decided to make a quick detour to another location.
"I've been gone for almost the whole day, and you haven't finished reading that sappy book?"
Putting the romance novel down, Harley said, "I like to take my time, okay?"
Deadshot just shook his head, while Harley asked, "So how'd your visit go? Was your little girl happy? You tell her about me?"
"Well, as best as I could, yeah," chuckled the elite hit man. "She said you sounded like a pretty lady."
Harley smiled widely, while Deadshot added, "Those were her words, not mine, okay?"
Standing up, the former psychiatrist walked over to the front of her cell, saying, "Well. what would your words be, huh?"
"Uh..." Deadshot was trying to figure out what the right thing was to say to her. "It's like you said yesterday, I'm your friend... right?"
"Well, what if I changed my mind about that?" said Harley, in an innocent tone.
Deadshot raised an eyebrow. "Like what? I'm your enemy now or something?"
Harley giggled, and said, "No, silly... somethin' else besides a friend. Maybe even more than friends."
Before Deadshot could give his response, he felt one of her hands grab his shirt, and pulled him to the front of the cell, so that they were both eye-to-eye with each other.
"Uh..." said the assassin. "You okay, Harley?"
"I ain't ever been better," replied Harley. "Why?"
Looking up, with their eyes connecting with one another, Deadshot found himself speechless, for a moment.
"You understanding my point now, handsome?" asked Harley, after a few minutes of silence.
"Oh, I'm starting to now, doll face," replied Deadshot, with a smirk.
"Good, that's what I was hoping for," said Harley, and she was about to bring his lips closer to hers when, all of a sudden, she heard a loud bang noise.
"What in the hell...?" Harley looked around, but the noise kept getting louder and louder.
"Harley... hey, Harley, wake up!"
Deadshot banged on the bars a few more times, until he saw Harley sit up, knocking away the book that she'd used to cover her eyes. "Huh? What's going on?"
"Well, you were asleep, doll face," replied Deadshot. "I just got back a few minutes ago, and I saw you sleeping with that book over your eyes."
Harley looked at the book she had been reading, and then, she turned back to look at Deadshot, who said, "Hope I didn't ruin a good dream for you."
He watched Harley blink her eyes a few times before saying, "Well, now that you mention it, there's something I want to talk to you about."
"That's great cause there's something I wanna tell you, too," replied Deadshot, to Harley's confusion.
"What is it, sniper boy?" She asked.
Deadshot sighed, and said, "Um, look... about this {gestures between both of them] whole thing... it might be better to stay, you know, friends with each other."
Harley began to show a slight frown. "Oh... so you... just want to be my friend?"
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
And you say he's just a friend, oh baby
Deadshot looked around, frowning in confusion, but then, he shook his head, and continued. "Look, I know you're probably still thinking about home boy that tried to save you yesterday... and, yeah, my ex is dating some other guy... but I just think that, for now..."
"So you saying that deep down, you want to get with-"
"No, no, no, no, no..." said Deadshot, shaking his head. "I am not that kind of guy, Harley, trust me. I'm just trying to say that-"
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend
Walking over to the nearest sewer hole, Deadshot yelled, "Yo, Croc! Mind keeping your BET down for a sec? I'm trying to say something here!"
Once the volume was turned down, he went over back to Harley, and said, "You get what I'm trying to tell you, right? Is that okay?"
When Harley didn't reply for a moment, Deadshot added, "At least until you get your hea- I mean, until you can, uh... I guess, let go of the guy that gave you your collar thing?"
Remembering the answer she'd gotten from last night while playing the "He Likes Me, He Hates Me" game, Harley nodded her head, and said, "Yeah, I hear you loud and clear, honey."
For some reason, though, Deadshot felt like she was now irritated or upset. "We cool, right? I didn't want to make you mad or anything like that."
Harley shook her head, and said in her usual sweet tone, "I ain't mad at you, sweetheart. You just wanna be my friend, right?"
"Well, for now, yeah," replied Deadshot. "Just... give it some time before... it becomes something else."
With a smile, he then offered her a handshake. "Deal?"
Harley shook his hand, and said, "Deal... so you sure you don't wanna try out my espresso machine?"
Deadshot shook his head. "Like I said, not a coffee guy... but maybe we could-"
"Sorry to interrupt this little flirting session," interrupted one of the guards. "But I believe you have a cell to head back to, Lawton."
The assassin frowned, but simply rolled his eyes, and said, "Well, night, Harley... try not to fall asleep with that book on your face. You'll ruin it with all that makeup stuff on your face."
"Oh, ha-ha-ha, very funny," replied Harley, in a sarcastic tone.
Deadshot just chuckled, and he began to walk away towards his cell, while the young woman poured some more liquid into her coffee cup. "I knew I was right last night."
And after one of the guards closed his cell door, Deadshot sighed, wondering to himself if he'd said the right things to Harley.
Author's Post Note: Coming Up Next, the Joker frees Harley from her cell, and Deadshot may or may not run into him. ;)
