Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 6 - So Intense
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.
A few hours later, the Suicide trio had followed the Joker and his goons to a chemical factory located in the outskirts of Gotham City.
"You don't think we'll into some other kind of freaky superhero, do ya?" asked Boomerang, remembering the young man who had gotten him locked up in the first place.
Deadshot shook his head. "I don't think so... But this place looks familiar."
"It's Axis Chemicals," replied Rick. "This is where he and Harley became... different..."
"Blimey, you don't think that's gonna happen to us too?" asked Boomerang.
As Deadshot pulled out his mask, he replied, "I sure as hell don't want to be the one to find out."
In the security room, Harley (now in a brand-new and very revealing outfit) was sitting in a reclining chair, and happily watching her friends on the security camera.
"Has the feature presentation started for you, my sweet?" asked Joker, entering the room.
"Almost, but I kinda feel like eatin' some popcorn," replied Harley. "Where have you been, though, honey? I thought we'd enjoy this together"
Joker shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not really a fan of previews, sweetheart, I hope you understand that."
Harley nodded her head, and then, he added, "Now, then, to answer your question, I was busy setting up."
"What, your crazy idea that you have?"
"Exactly, my darling," said Joker as he turned back around to leave.
"Where you going now? You don't wanna enjoy the movie with me?"
Letting out a small laugh, Joker replied, "Ohhh, I have my own cinematic masterpiece to see... and don't worry, Harley, I'll be with you soon enough."
Going back to give her a passionate kiss, Joker left her alone in the room, with Harley smiling as she watched Deadshot finish putting on the mask.
As they entered the building, Rick said, "Okay, Shot, we should split up and search-"
"Hey, you crazy or something?" exclaimed Boomerang. "Bad stuff happens when people split up in a place like this."
"Bad stuff's gonna happen anyway, man," replied Deadshot. "But I agree with him, Rick, we should-"
He stopped talking when they all saw one of the Joker's goons a few feet away from them.
"Wow, this is just sad," laughed Deadshot. "Either your life must suck, or you ain't getting paid enough if you have to try and kill us while wearing that panda mask."
"I think he's just stupid, mate," grinned Boomerang. "Cause there's three of us and only one of him."
ROAR!
Rick, Boomerang, and Deadshot turned around, seeing the front doors be knocked off their hinges, and fall to the ground.
"Glad you could join us," said Flag, a small smile on his face.
"I wasn't gonna miss out on a fight," growled Kiler Croc.
"So, what did Waller promise you this time?" asked Deadshot. "Vh1 or MTV?"
"HBO and Cinemax," answered the crocodile-like criminal.
Boomerang just laughed, and turned his attention back to the armed goon. "Like I said, dick head, there's now four of us, and only one of you!"
All of a sudden, from out of the shadows, more of the Joker's goons and henchmen began to appear, with Deadshot and Killer Croc looking at their teammate.
"See what you did, smart ass?"
Boomerang looked over at Killer Croc, and gulped a little. "Hey, don't eat me, all right?"
"I'd rather die than eat something like you."
"Hey, handle this later, all right?" Turning back to the large group of dressed-up criminals, Deadshot said, "Okay, guys... We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Just tell us where Harley is, we'll take her with us, and we're gone."
"You ain't getting to her, you piece of shit," growled a muscular henchman.
Deadshot looked at him, and said, "Dude, you'd better shut the hell up before I make you."
"By doing what exactly, you worthless piece of crap?"
Even though the goon couldn't see his face, Deadshot raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you testing me now, asshole? Huh? Wanna see what I can do?"
Before the goon could say anything else, in just a few seconds, Deadshot pulled out a revolver from his left side pocket, and fired a single bullet at the goon's head.
"Headshot, mother-"
Rick interrupted Deadshot by clearing his throat.
"Asshole... what, I can't express myself?"
Boomerang let out a whistle as the henchman fell to the ground, while Deadshot said, "And I ain't really a fan of cowboys... so with that... anyone else want to step up?"
Instead of talking, all of the goons began to run towards them, and Boomerang, who pulled out his own weapons, said, "All right, then, guys, let's have some fun."
Up in the security room, Harley laughed and giggled as she watched her friends tangle and fight with her man's cronies.
I sure wish he'd tell me what crazy idea he's trying to plan...
As she took a sip of the soda in her hand, she turned to her side. "Want some?"
Next to her was a person sitting in a folding chair... or, actually, a skeleton.
"No? Okay, your loss, honey... ooh, hope you don't mind me stealin' some of this popcorn, too."
Putting the bucket of popcorn in her lap, Harley took another sip, and said, "Aaah, my favorite kind of drink... oh, damn, that is definitely not a pretty sight!"
As Flag continued taking down a few more of Joker's goons, another one punched his face, making him say, "Oh, so it's gonna be like that, huh?"
Delivering his own right hand punch to the goon's face, the solider chuckled, and said, "I can do this all day, man."
Meanwhile, Boomerang had been able to take the staircase up to the next level, and began entering the nearest room, but after he opened the door, he found himself looking at another masked henchman... except...
"Ah, just my luck!" laughed Boomerang, jumping with delight. "Mind if I take a picture with you real quick?"
The goon, who had on a pink unicorn mask, didn't say anything as the thief pulled out his camera, and wrapped his arm around him. "Smile!"
Click!
After taking the picture, Boomerang then delivered a solid kick to the goon's private part in-between his legs, and as he fell to the ground, the thief walked away, thinking, "I sure hope he doesn't plan on having kids one day."
After killing a large amount of the Joker's goons, Killer Croc began to head up the staircase when, suddenly, he became drenched with cold water.
Turning around, his sweater and shirt now soaking wet. he growled as he looked at a pair of non-masked cronies, with one of them holding a big container.
"You damn fool, I told you that wouldn't work!" said one of the goons.
Killer Croc smiled, and said, "You two are looking very tasty to me right now."
As he tore off his upper clothing, the criminal watched as they began to run away as fast as possible.
"Heh-heh, bunch of pussies," said Killer Croc.
Now having reached the second floor of the factory, Flag looked around, and said, "Who's up here? Shot, Digger, Croc? Where did you guys-"
All of a sudden, a goon popped out of nowhere, holding a fire extinguisher, and began spraying a misty chemical at Flag, who then kicked the goon in the stomach.
When the henchman hit the ground, Rick shot him in the back of the head, and started wiping his eyes. "Damn it... what the hell did you spray me with?"
Rick continued to move forward, but after a few minutes of searching, he heard a voice yell out, "Rick! Help me!"
"June!" yelled the solider, recognizing his girlfriend's voice. "Hold on, baby, I'm coming."
Running in the direction that the voice was coming from, Rick began to suddenly panic as he heard June's voice yell out, "Please, Rick, help me... I'm scared..."
Opening the first door he saw, Rick knocked it down with all of his strength, and yelled, "June! It's okay, I'm-"
THUD!
Then, suddenly, everything went black.
After about an hour or so of fighting the Joker's goons, Deadshot was now at the top and last level of the building, and he'd approached a door that had a sign, which read, "Warning: Authorized Personnel Only. Extreme Chemicals Inside."
Deadshot smirked, and thought, "She's probably in here."
Opening the door, Deadshot entered the room, and began walking across the platform, while underneath him were several large vats of poisonous and extremely powerful chemicals.
"So, this is where Harley became who she is, huh?" said Deadshot, talking to himself. "She must have some guts."
"Ah, yes, my little queen is just full of surprises, isn't she?"
He stopped walking, and saw another person that was standing a few feet away, wearing a purple suit and leather shoes.
"So you're the clown guy, huh?" said Deadshot. "I was honestly expecting someone more... bigger... and stronger..."
"Don't judge a book by its cover," replied Joker, a small grin flashing across his face.
"Hey, look, they're talking to each other!" cried out a well-pleased Harley, who was talking to the leaning skeleton next to her.
"What, you deaf or something?" She asked, when a response wasn't given, so she used her feet to turn his chair around.
"You gonna answer me or what? Hey, my eyes are up here, wise guy."
After another moment of silence, Harley rolled her eyes, and said, "Whatever, you're boring, I'm just gonna go back to the movie."
She kicked him away, making him go in the opposite direction, and as she went back to the cameras, she was unaware of the fact that the skeleton was now falling apart.
"Wow, this is like one of those western standoffs," squealed Harley, her smile widening.
"Yo, Ricky?" called out Boomerang, now on the third floor. "Shot? Crocky? Yo, you guys up here?!"
He opened a door, and to his surprise, he saw Croc holding Rick in his arms.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" exclaimed Boomerang. "Okay, big fella, do not - I repeat, do not eat Flag, okay?"
"Will you shut the hell up already?" said Croc. "I found him knocked out cold. He's alive, but unconscious."
Boomerang began to relax a little. "Oh, okay... um, where's Sniper Guy at?"
"So, where is she, man?" asked Deadshot.
Joker replied, "Oh, Harley? She'll be with us in a little bit, I promise..."
Tilting his head to the side, he added, "You've grown quite fond of my little angel, haven't you?"
She is damn sure ain't no angel, thought Deadshot before he answered him. "She's my friend... and as her friend, I would prefer not to shoot your damn head off cause then that would make her upset."
"I agree," replied Joker. "So, how about this? You drop your weapons, I drop mine, and we talk like a pair of civilized people, then I will tell you where to find Harley. Okay?"
Deadshot paused for a moment to think about it, and then, he said, "Deal."
He lowered his guns, and nodded at the Joker, telling him to do the same.
"Fast worker," laughed the Joker. "Oh, which reminds me, I have something else to tell you."
"And what would that be?"
Instead of answering, the Joker suddenly pulled a revolver from one of his coat pockets, let out a mischievous laugh, and said, "Bang bang!"
"No!" cried Harley, from inside the security room.
Author's Note: To Be Continued...
Immediately!
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, get it? Bang bang?"
Deadshot looked at the Joker's realistic-looking toy gun, which had shot out a tiny flag that had a bunch of smiley faces on it.
"You don't think I would actually kill you, did you?" said the Joker. "With my little sweet watching us via security camera?"
"Oh, so that's where you're keeping her, huh?" replied Deadshot.
Joker grinned, and said, "Don't worry, though, she'll be with us shortly. Now then, let's do something fun, shall we?"
Before Deadshot could ask what he meant by that, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Daddy, help me!"
The insane criminal watched as Deadshot pulled out a new gun, aiming it at him, and even though he had on a mask, the Joker could tell that he was now seething with anger.
"Where the hell's my daughter, huh?!" yelled Deadshot. "Tell me right now!"
Joker shook his head. "Temper, temper, Floyd... you won't see little Zoe or Harley if you can't stay calm."
"Is everything a damn joke to you, pal?" exclaimed Deadshot, quickly losing his patience. "That's my little girl you're talking about right now."
"Which one?"
Deadshot cocked and loaded his gun, aiming for the Joker's head. "Fun's over, Clown Boy. Where is Zoe?"
Meanwhile, from across the room, Harley had just arrived, and was speechless as she watched the two of them continuing their face-off.
"You really want to know?" said Joker. "Take a step forward, and I'll tell you."
"Oh, I'm gonna do more than that, asshole," replied Deadshot, and he began to sprint towards the Joker, but after moving only a few feet, the Joker yelled out for him to stop. "You gonna tell me or what?"
"All right, fine," said the Joker, letting out a dramatic sigh, but then, he gave him a mischievous grin, and added, "Your sweet little girl is at home, in her bed, safe and sound."
"Bullshit."
Letting out another laugh, the Joker said, "No, really, she is... at least, I hope she is, even though I've never met her once, nor do me or any of my guys know where she lives at."
Deadshot was about to give a nasty response when the Joker added, "It's too bad that I can't say the same for you."
"What are you-" He paused his sentence, after seeing that the Joker was holding something behind his back.
"Surprise!" laughed the Joker, who revealed a black remote with a single red button, which he pressed, causing the floor underneath Deadshot to fall off.
"Holy sh..." As fast as possible, Deadshot grabbed onto the edge of the walkway in front of him, but was also now dangling over a large vat of toxic chemicals.
While Harley felt her heart beat as fast a speeding bullet, the Joker walked over to the edge of the walkway, and asked, "Having fun yet?"
"I will when I beat your ass," replied Deadshot.
Doing another dramatic sigh, the Joker shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we'll talk later after you've washed up a little bit."
Then, before Deadshot could say or do anything else, the Joker whipped out a BB gun, and shot at the assassin's hand that was holding onto the walkway.
"No!"
