Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
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Chapter 7: He Likes Me
As Harley began to feel like she was close to having a heart attack, the Joker was continuing to laugh slowly.
"Oh, Floyd, must we do things the hard way?"
He tossed away the BB Gun, and looked down. "How's it hanging?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" growled an upset Deadshot. "And who the hell shoots bubbles at someone?"
"You would be surprised," said the Joker. "Lucky it wasn't real, huh?"
I swear I'm going to punch his lights out.
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Rick groaned as he began to regain conciousness, saying, "What in the hell?"
"Hey, take it slow, mate," said Boomerang. "You got knocked the hell out by one of the clown's goons."
"Thanks," mumbled Rick as Croc helped him get to his feet. "Where's Deadshot?"
"I think he found the Joker," answered Boomerang. "But I got a bad feeling that we'd better hurry and find him... and his girlfriend."
"Girlfriend... June..." Rick pulled out his cellphone, and began to dial her number.
Ring-Ring-Ring...
Click!
"Hello?"
"Baby, you okay?" said Rick, trying to wake up and clear his head.
"Yeah, I was just... about to go to sleep... is something wrong?"
Feeling better knowing that she was safe and sound at home, Rick said, "No, I'm fine... I'll be home soon, okay? I love you."
"Love you too..."
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Harley tried her best to relax as she watched her friend hang on for dear life.
"What'll happen if I take off your mask right now?" asked Joker, looking at Deadshot with curiousity.
"I'd beat your ass even more," replied Deadshot.
The Joker laughed, and cried out, "Oh, I can see why you like him, Harley, there's a fire in his eye!"
She didn't know whether to be pleased or scared about that.
"You're really starting to thin out my patience, Joker."
"Yes, he knows the name," laughed the Clown of Crime. "Yet you refuse to show me your face."
Harley was watching her friend struggle with getting back on the platform, and she thought, "Please don't fall..."
Instead of answering back, Deadshot turned his head, trying to see if he could grab anything to help him up.
"I think you're pretty much stuck right now, Floyd," replied Joker. "So let me offer you some options, okay?
"One - you answer my questions, I let you up, and you can take Harley back."
"What kind of questions?" asked Deadshot, quickly switching hands since his right arm was now sore.
"Can't I finish saying the other ones? Two is you fall into the chemical vat, and we see what becomes of you."
"And number three?"
"Well, we could just talk until you get tired and let go," said the Joker. "Unless you can come up with an option four."
Deadshot just said, "Look, pull me up, okay? Or else your girl's gonna hate you, like, forever..."
"Would that make you happy, sweetheart?" asked Joker. "You want me to save your friend?"
At a loss for words, Harley nodded her head.
"Care to speak up, darling? I can't hear you from so far away."
"Yes, please, Puddin', okay? Just pull him up."
Deadshot groaned as he could feel the painful soreness in his arms.
How did I get into this mess?
"'Still hanging in there?" asked Joker. "I know you don't have all day."
"Why don't we meet face to face, then?"
"Sure, if you take off the mask," replied Joker.
Deadshot shook his head. "That stays on, pal... until I say so."
"I understand what you mean, but who is currently in a life-or-death situation right now?"
"Both of us once you shut the hell up and help me out."
"Says the one who is hanging on for dear life."
Deadshot just frowned.
"Mask off, Floyd... please... I really don't want my sweetheart upset."
From her spot, Harley began to relax slightly as Deadshot somehow found a way to remove his mask, then handed it over to her boyfriend.
"Ooh, this is something, huh?" laughed the Joker, inspecting it. "Very interesting."
"Yeah, it's a work of art," said Deadshot, who now looked pissed off. "Mind helping me up now?"
Joker looked over at Harley, who was clearly afraid for her friend, and he went back to look at Deadshot.
"Well, you did hand over your mask to me, so... oh, by the way, thanks for not shooting her a few nights ago. You have no idea how much I appreciate that."
Trying to turn over and look at Harley, Deadshot smiled, and said, "Don't mention it..."
The young woman smiled back, while Joker said, "Ah, I love when she makes new friends."
He then offered his hand, and as Deadshot grabbed it with his free hand, the Joker slowly began to pull him up.
"Wow, you're really one strong guy," he laughed. "Mind giving me the other hand?"
Rolling his eyes, Deadshot opened his hand, letting go of the pathway's edge, but then, the Joker said, "Oh, one other thing, Floyd, I actually did come up with a fourth option... sort of... I'm sorry, but it has a little delay sometimes."
What is he- thought Deadshot, but then, he felt electricity surge into his body, and realized that the Joker was holding a buzzer around his palm.
You son of a bitch, thought Deadshot as he gritted his teeth.
"Is... this... cause of her?" asked the assassin.
Joker shook his head. "Of course not, my boy... Why do you ask?"
"Why else would you do this?"
"It's pretty simple, my friend... I have a plan for you."
"No, no, Puddin, please, no," cried out Harley.
(Unknown to all of them, however, someone else was watching them, hiding in the shadows.)
Ignoring his beloved, the Joker pulled up Deadshot so that they could meet eye-to-eye, and he gave him a wide grin.
"See you in a little bit, pal."
With that, the Joker released Deadshot's hand, causing the assassin to fall into the vat of chemical.
"Nooooo!" yelled Harley, who was on the verge of tears.
The Joker looked at the mask in his hands, and then, over at Harley.
"Here, sweetheart, you'll need this!"
He tossed the white mask over to Harley, but once she grabbed it, and looked up, the Joker was already gone.
As fast as she could, Harley ran over to the place where they had been, and looked down at the vat that he'd fallen into.
You gotta save him! yelled one of the voices in Harley's head.
What, are you crazy or something? Leave! yelled the more aggressive one.
But he'll die if she doesn't hurry!
Why does it matter anyway? She has Puddin' back anyway.
But what about the answer to her game?
What about it?
"Oh, Harley...?"
She looked up to see the Joker on the other side. "I know how you must feel, sweetheart, but before you jump, I promise you that Floyd is gonna be just fine."
"B-b-but he f-f-f-fell in..."
The Joker sighed (for real), shaking his head, and said, "Oh, Harley, Harley, Harley... sweet, lovable, amazing, wonderful Harley...
"Why do you think I was 'preparing' for so long?"
Now confused but still sad, Harley said, "I don't... understand, Puddin..."
"I know you don't, sweetheart," replied the Joker. "But trust me when I say that our friend down isn't dead, nor is he ending up like us."
Harley looked back down to the bubbling vat he had fallen in, but when she looked back up, the Joker was gone.
But if Shot's not dead... then what did he fall in?
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The last thing Deadshot had remembered before passing out was a splash, and someone yelling his name.
"Harley..."
