Suicide Sqaud: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 8 (Losing Focus)
Author's Note: By the way, I would just like to say that I love the movie "Focus", and there is just amazing chemistry between Smith and Robbie, which is why I was glad they'd be co-starring in "Suicide Sqaud".
Anyway, thanks again to everyone for reading!
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners, not me.
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"Shot... Shot, wake up..."
Deadshot groaned, his head and body feeling like hell.
"You're okay, honey, just please, wake up..."
He slowly opened his eyes, and noticed that everything looked blurry.
"What the... hell..."
"Just give it a sec, Shot," answered Harley, who had the assassin in her arms.
Deadshot coughed, and he groaned again in pain.
"Er... You may have sprained a few of your ribs when you fell in."
"Well ain't I the lucky one?" mumbled Deadshot, his eyelids feeling heavy.
So... tired...
"Hey, come on, Shot, stay with me, okay?"
"I'm not dying, Harley," groaned Deadshot. "Just... tired..."
Before Harley could answer back, Deadshot was knocked out cold again.
His head in her lap, Harley kissed him on the forehead, and said, "I'm sorry, Shot..."
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"Look who's finally ready to play!"
Opening his eyes, Deadshot found himself looking at the smiling face of-
"You son of a-" began Deadshot, trying to charge at him, but he realized that he was now tied to a chair.
"Ahhhh, still have that temper, I see," laughed the Joker. "Guess nothing's gonna fix that."
Deadshot frowned, and he looked around, seeing that he was no longer at Axis Chemicals.
"Oh, wondering about Harley, Floyd?" said the Joker. "She's a bit occupied at the moment, but you'll see her in a little bit.
"But until then, I just want to talk..."
Deadshot raised an eyebrow. "Last time we did that, you tossed me into that chemical crap."
"Well, not everyone is perfect, my boy," replied the Joker. "Even you... although Harley thinks that, for some reason."
Not wanting anything bad to happen, Deadshot said, "Okay, let's get this shit straight, clown boy. Harley loves you, not me. I'm just a friend that-"
"Took so much care of her when she thought I was dead," interrupted the Joker. "And thank you so much for that... but now you have me wondering something else."
"And what would that be exactly?"
The Joker's face became dark and serious as he asked, "You love her, too, Floyd?"
Deadshot smirked, and said, "You know, you sound just like her. You ain't killed as many people as I have, and still sleep like a kitten, believing in some shit like that."
The Joker started to laugh again, and said, "Yeah, she definitely likes you... and I can see you don't love her, either."
"I don't have time for any of that shit," said Deadshot. "I'm just trying to do right by my daughter, and be with her as much as possible."
Leaning back in his own chair, Joker began to hum a little tune before saying, "You know why I haven't killed you yet?"
"You wanna know why I haven't beat the hell out of you yet?"
The Joker laughed, and replied, "You crack me up, kid! But really, want to know why?"
"Oh, please do tell," said Deadshot, in a sarcastic tone.
"Cause you're friends with my sweetheart," answered Joker. "And even though I know your heart skips a beat everytime you see her, she still loves me, and the last thing I would want is to see her upset."
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "Wow, okay... So, what, that's it?"
The Joker shook his head. "No, of course not, Floyd... I want you to do something for me."
"Like what?"
Giving the assassin a toothy grin, the Joker said, "There's quite a selection of guys that I need you to steal some stuff from before you kill them. I read your file, and I know that you were once one hell of a con man."
"Yeah, a long time ago," said Deadshot. "Why is that so important?"
"Because, Floyd, I have been trying to find tasks for Harley to do. She's always asking to help out with the business, but I just can't find the one right thing for her."
"So, what? You want me to turn her into a con artist?"
The Joker nodded his head. "A more professional one, to be exact... and I want you to teach her over at San Francisco."
Deadshot began to laugh. "San Fran what? Ok, first of all, not happening, and second, I can't leave with the little bomb thing in my neck still."
"Oh, don't worry about that," answered Joker. "But I'm afraid you don't really have a choice."
"Give me one good reason why I don't, then."
Shaking his head, the infamous criminal said, "If you don't, then let's just say my boys will pay Zoe a little visit. You don't want to be the last thing she sees before dying, do you?"
"You son a bi-" began Deadshot, but then, the Joker slapped his face.
"Sorry. That's what I do sometimes. Force of habit."
Giving Joker a frown, Deadshot said, "Look, what makes you think that she is gonna even want to go there with me?"
"Because she'll be with you," replied the Joker. "And since you told me that there's not really anything between the two of you, I don't have to worry about you two hooking up or anything like that."
"And you never will, asshole," exclaimed Deadshot. "Now let me ask you this - what do I get in return for this?"
"Is being with Harley not enough?"
"That isn't how I do business, dude," said Deadshot. "You gotta give me something."
The Joker let out a chuckle, and said, "Quite the negotiator, aren't you? Ok, how does three mill sound to you?"
Deadshot became surprised. "Bullshit."
"Do I look like a guy who cares about money?" said the Joker. "3 million dollars is just chicken feed to a guy like me. I tend to be more appreciative of the finer things in life."
This dude is nuts, thought Deadshot, but he couldn't resist. "I can work with that."
"Wonderful," said a well-pleased Joker, and he began to head towards the door. "I'll go get your new partner."
Once he was gone, Deadshot rolled his eyes.
Damn dude could've at least untied all this crap.
All of a sudden, the door opened wide, and Deadshot was again at a loss for words.
Harley was in a beautiful, revealing gown, and her untied hair was all curled up, as well as having a sweet-smelling scent.
Who is she?
"Shot!" yelled a happy Harley, who ran over to Deadshot, and placed her lips on his.
Whoa, what the... Why is she kissing me?!
As she pulled back, Deadshot said, "Uh... Hey, ah, Harley, we talked about this..."
"Oh, I know, I'm just so excited right now," squealed Harley. "Me and you on vacation as a married couple-"
"Huh?!"
"That's our cover-up story, honey," said Harley, as if it was obvious. "So no one gets suspicious or anything."
"Well, could you give me a heads up the next time you day anything like that?"
Harley nodded his head. "Sure thing, Shot, but really, though,how great is it that..."
Deadshot suddenly frowned, however, as he became lost in his thoughts, no longer listening to Harley.
Is he trying to play some sick lovey-dovey game with us? Why the hell is that our undercover story?
In all honesty, yes, Harley was a beautiful woman, but Deadshot didn't want her psychotic boyfriend doing anything bad to her, even if it meant being killed by the Joker.
Maybe I should 'play along' with whatever game he's trying to play with all of us. This'll be...
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Harley kissing him again.
Damn it, not yet! Didn't she hear what I just said?!
"What the hell, Harley?" exclaimed Deadshot.
"What? I ain't a good kisser?"
"I didn't say that, doll face, but you can't just kiss me out of nowhere, ok? Plus I don't think Clown Boy would approve of that."
Why hasn't he come raging in here like a lunatic?
Harley laughed, and said, "Oh, he knows better than to do that. Trust me."
As she sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around him, Harley added, "Like I said, right? You're my friend, too..."
Deadshot was now more confused. Is he waiting for me to make the first move?
"You'll be okay, though, right? With me?"
He was about to answer when, from the corner of his eye, Deadshot noticed a clown clock hanging above the doorway behind them.
And he also could have sworn that there was a secret camera inside it.
"Shot?"
Well, if that's how it'll be...
Deadshot looked at Harley, smiling, and said, "All right, doll face, let's go on vacation."
Harley let out a cry of excitement before kissing Deadshot again, while the assassin began to smile.
Game on, asshole.
Author's Note: Everything is not what it seems ;)
