Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 10 (Sexual Tension)
Author's Note: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of this universe.
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"Their plane took off, Boss," said Jonny, watching from outside of the airport.
"Good, good... Everything is falling into place..."
Jonny nodded his head, but before hanging up, he asked, "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, Boss, but what the hell was that stuff he fell into exactly?"
"Well, let's just say that things happen for a reason, Jonny Boy."
And speaking of the plane, once it was up in the sky, Deadshot had laid back in his chair, looking out the window while Harley was glowing with happiness, admiring the high-class interior of the plane.
"I just love taking a first class plane to somewhere exciting," said the former psychiatrist. "Don't you, Shot?"
"Uh-huh, yeah," replied Deadshot, still looking out of the window.
I hope Waller keeps her safe.
"Hey. Shot. Look at me!"
Deadshot rolled his eyes, but he turned around, looking at Harley, and for the umpteenth time, he was at a loss for words.
In the moonlight (or was it skylight?), Harley looked... well... amazing, making it really difficult for him to be upset with her.
"What?"
"Uh... You look..." Deadshot said, unable to finish his sentence.
Harley simply smiled, and went over to him so that she could kiss him on the lips.
However, this kiss felt different than the other ones. It was starting off slow, and the way Harley was doing it felt more realistic.
Am I being too hard on her?
Deadshot began to kiss her back, but then, he said, "Wait... Harley..."
"Don't worry... it's okay..."
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Gritting his teeth in anger, Deadshot pulled away, and thought, You stay the hell out of my head!
"Shot, what's wrong?"
Harley does not like to feel unwanted.
Leave me the hell alone!
"Floyd, please, what is it?"
All of a sudden, everything went blank.
"You said my name."
Harley frowned in confusion. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
"Uh... I don't know," chuckled Deadshot. "But I feel better now, so thanks..."
Harley laughed, and said, "You know, sometimes you act like the crazy one."
"Well, maybe we're all crazy in some way," replied Deadshot. "We just might not know until it's too late."
As time went on, Harley eventually fell asleep, so Deadshot let out a whistle, getting the attention of a flight attendant.
Nodding his head toward Harley, he watched as she was given a soft pillow and warm blanket.
Placing some strands of hair behind her ear, Deadshot smiled, and said, "Night, Harley."
The young woman simply smiled, while Deadshot turned his attention back to the window, looking at the starry night sky.
I can't believe all of this is actually happening.
Turning back to look at Harley, Deadshot hoped that whatever she was dreaming about, it was making her happy.
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"Come on, sweetheart, who's it gonna be?"
Harley looked from the left to the right.
"I can give you what you want, Harley, what you want deep down, underneath all that craziness."
"Who's the one that brought it out of you? That made you feel special?"
"I know the real you, Harley, and you're perfect in any way you choose to be."
"You and I bring the best out of each other."
"Harley, I can take care of you."
"I can give you anything you want."
"Harley -"
"Harley -"
"I love you."
Harley smiled, and she asked, "What about you, sweetheart?"
Deadshot frowned. "Harley? You okay?"
"Huh?" Harley stretched out her arms, letting out a yawn, and she opened her eyes. "How long was I out?"
"Five minutes."
"What?!"
Deadshot laughed, and he said, "Just messing with you. I think, like, 5 hours, it's six o' clock in the morning."
Harley looked around the room as she continued to stretch.
"What were you dreaming about, Harley?"
She turned to look over at Deadshot, who added, "You seemed upset near the end."
"Er... Nothing really important... Hey, don't I get a good morning kiss?"
"Since when am I supposed to do that?"
Harley gave him a smirk, and she said, "We are technically supposed to be husband and wife, remember?"
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
"Well?"
Deadshot simply kissed her softly on the cheek. "Just give me some time."
And you stay the hell out of my head!
"All right, then," replied Harley, with a smile.
"Good... Now, if you don't mind, I would like to take my own nap."
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A snowy night.
"It's over, Deadshot. I don't want to do this in front of your daughter."
"Zoe, move!"
"Please don't do it, Daddy."
A bright day out in the open.
"Everytime I put this mask on, somebody dies."
"And?"
"I like putting it on."
A temporary farewell.
"I love you, Daddy."
"Love you too, Zoe."
Then, suddenly, there was green smoke everywhere.
"You... did this... Because of her?"
"No, Floyd, it's because I have a special plan for you."
SPLASH!
"Here, sweetheart, you'll need this!"
Harley put his mask in her pocket, and then, she took a leap of faith...
SPLASH!
After pulling him out of the vat, a tearful Harley said, "Shot, please don't die... I need you alive... so I can tell you that-"
But before she could finish, everything went black.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Shot!" said Harley, trying to shake him awake. "Wake up!"
Deadshot opened his eyes, and began to breath heavily. "You... saved me... from the chemical vat?"
"Yeah, of course," replied Harley. "You don't remember?"
"Some of it," said Deadshot, suddenly not feeling well. "And you had my mask?"
Harley nodded her head. "Yeah, and while you were resting, I decided to-"
"Attention, passengers, we will be reaching the Bay Area in ten minutes."
Holy shit, I think I'm gonna...
Deadshot stood up, and he began to head towards the restroom. "I'll be right back."
It was a miracle that he was able to reach the toilet in time, as he threw up whatever was in his stomach.
Once he cleaned himself up, Deadshot looked in the mirror, trying to look as normal as possible.
What the hell did he do to me?
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Harley smiled as Deadshot returned to his seat, looking a little better.
"Here ya go," said Harley, giving him a drink. "Hope this will help you."
"Thanks," said Deadshot, taking a few sips, and he gave her a sly grin. "Bet you don't want to kiss me now, huh?"
But once he put the drink down, Harley began to kiss him like she had done last night.
And after a while, he started to kiss her back, but then...
The game's just begun! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Deadshot pulled back, and said, "You are somethin' else, Harley."
"I never turn down a challenge," she replied. "By the way, do I get to drive now?"
"Your crazy ass is never driving," replied Deadshot, laughing.
"Aw, come on," whined Harley. "I'm a good driver!"
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Once the plane had landed, the two of them began to head to the exit.
"What kind of car am I gonna be driving anyway?" asked Harley.
"I know a guy that's bringing us a Ferrari," replied Deadshot. "And you still ain't driving."
Harley frowned, but then, she began to talk in a seductive tone. "I could make you change your mind."
Deadshot stopped walking to stare at Harley for a moment. "Wow. That is so bad."
"What do you mean?!"
"Does it feel sexy on your face?" asked Deadshot.
Harley nodded her head. "A little, yeah."
"It does," said Deadshot, as they began to continue walking. "Okay, let's go."
"So, am I driving still?"
"Maybe."
Harley grinned, and she said, "I'll take that!"
"But I didn't say yes, though."
"Aw, come on, Shot, you're messing with my emotions right now!"
"Well, you play with mine every time you kiss me!"
"Oh, ho, is that what this is about?"
Deadshot shook his head. "No, I did not say that. Don't put words in my mouth, doll face."
"You're scared to ride with me, huh?"
"Girl, I helped you fight against a bunch of faceless freaks and a Shakira dancing, old-ass witch.
"And I killed a whole lot more people than you could possibly ever imagine. I am not scared."
Harley scoffed at his sentence. "You have not killed more than me, honey."
"Oh, yeah? Try me, then..."
After another hour of playful arguing, they were out by the parking lot, with Deadshot going to the left side of the car.
"You know, Shot, I am perfectly capable of-"
"Okay, fine," said Deadshot, looking irritated. "You want to sit over here instead?"
Harley nodded her head. "All right, come on, hurry up."
"Yippie!" cried an excited Harley, as the two of them switched sides.
Opening the car door, Harley got inside the vehicle, and sat down, ready to start it up...
Except for one small problem.
"Oh, I forgot," said Deadshot, getting in, as well, and turning on the car. "The driver's seat is on this side."
"You son of a bitch, you lied to me!"
Deadshot began to laugh as he drove away from the airport. "No, I asked if you wanted to sit there, not to drive."
Harley crossed her arms. "This isn't over, Shot..."
"Aw, come on, girl... Ok, then, you want a kiss on the cheek or somethin?"
When he said that, Harley smiled, and said, "Sure, go ahead."
Stopping at a red light, Deadshot leaned over to kiss her cheek, but at the last second, Harley turned around, so instead, he was kissing her lips.
As she began to kiss him, Deadshot thought, Oh, she thinks she's so clever, huh?
Then, he began to kiss her back, and Deadshot could tell that she wasn't expecting that.
Once they finished, the light turned green, and Deadshot drove on.
"Feel better now?"
Harley just smiled, and said, "Eyes on the road, handsome."
"Sure thing, doll face."
This is gonna be fun.
