Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 12: A Close Call


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.

Oh, and one last thing... I apologize to anyone who may hate what happens to Harley in this chapter...


Later that night, Deadshot and Harley returned to their hotel suite, and while she was in the restroom, taking a shower, Deadshot went into one of the bedrooms to make a call.

"Enjoying your temporary vacation, Lawton?"

"You could say that," replied Deadshot. "Tomorrow's when I start taking care of whoever the hell the Joker wants me to get rid of."

"As long as this ends with him being arrested, I'll make sure this stays hidden."

Deadshot nodded his head. "And you remember what I told you about Harley?"

"We're working on that. Don't worry, she'll be safe."

"Glad to hear it. Talk to you tomorrow."

He hung up the phone, and sat down on the bed, now looking at his ruined mask.

"Why do you still have that?"

Deadshot turned around to look at Harley. "Because it reminds me that... I..."

She did it again. He was at a loss for words.

Harley was wearing one of the hotel's bathrobes, but underneath was a nightgown that would make any man speechless, including himself.

"Where the hell do you get all of these clothes from?" asked Deadshot, after trying to clear his head.

The young woman removed the bathrobe, tossing it to the ground, and sat next to Deadshot, saying, "You liking what you see, Shot?"

"I didn't say... hey, wait a second... why aren't you in the other room?"

Harley frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You ain't staying in the same bed with me."

"What are you talking about? We're supposed to husband and wife..."

All of a sudden, Deadshot began to feel himself getting angry. "When we're out there, yeah, but after all that shit's done and over with, Harley, you and I go back to being friends, the ones that don't sleep together in the same bed. Understand?"

"But I thought you..."

"Just get the hell out of here, Harley," yelled Deadshot, and the young woman quickly left the room, but once he heard the sound of Harley starting to cry, he instantly regretted raising his voice at her. "Harley, wait-"

Wham!

Knowing better to talk to her after she'd slammed the other bedroom door, Deadshot went into his bathroom, and began to splash his face with some cold water.

What the hell did I do that for? thought Deadshot. I had no reason to get mad at her.

She doesn't like to be left alone, or feel unwanted.

Deadshot gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes, feeling angry again, except it now felt more natural. He did something to me. Whatever he put in that damn chemical... that Harley pulled me out of...

Then his thoughts went back to the dream he had on the plane, when he'd somehow seen Harley pull him out of the chemical vat.

"Please don't die, Shot, please... I need you to be alive so that I can tell you-"

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Then, his stomach started feeling strange again, and Deadshot muttered, "You've got to be kidding me."


A few minutes later, Deadshot left the bedroom, and headed to the kitchen, hoping to find some type of drink that would help him feel better.

"Harley," Deadshot said. "What did you get for me to drink on the plane?"

She didn't answer. "Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Still nothing. "Oh, so you gonna give me the silent treatment?"

He walked over to the door of the other bedroom, and knocked on it a few times up. "Hey, Harley, come on, open up."

There wasn't a response. "How many times you want me to apologize?"

His hand went to the doorknob, expecting it to be locked, but after turning the knob, he realized that it was unlocked.

"Harley?" Deadshot opened the door, and entered the room, but there was no sign of her anywhere.

"Uh-oh..."


After leaving the hotel, an upset and tearful Harley just continued walking down the street, trying her best to not let any tears fall down from her face.

"I TOLD you he was an asshole!" yelled one of the voices inside of her head.

"No, something's wrong, he would never be THAT upset with her."

"Are you effing blind? The guy was a total dick! He deserves to be left alone!"

All of a sudden, her thoughts were interrupted by someone else saying, "Well, well, well... what have we got here?"

Getting a firm grip on her baseball bat, Harley turned around to see a pair of not-so-nice guys, who were looking at her with nasty and dangerous thoughts in their minds.

"What you doing all alone at this time of night, sweetheart?" said one of the thugs.

"Hey, you two better get the hell out of here if you know what's good for ya," exclaimed Harley, who began to swing her bat around a few times.

The other thug laughed, and said, "What's something like that gonna do to us, huh? You better hope I don't get a hold of that thing cause I'll just jam it right up-"

"Whoa, easy there, Mikey," interrupted the first thug. "She's a lady, you got to show her some respect."

Mikey raised his eyebrows at his partner. "Says the guy who talked about bangin' the hell out of her since she left the hotel."

"Look, you assholes, I ain't kidding anymore," growled an upset Harley. "Leave now, or else you're gonna regret it."

"Nah, I don't think so, sweetheart," said Mikey, giving her a dangerous-looking smile. "In fact, I think me and Pauly are gonna enjoy this."

"Screw you, dipstick," responded Harley, who swung the bat at Mikey's shoulder, and causing him to yell out in pain as he fell to the ground.

Pauly rolled his eyes, and said, "That's what you get, you dumb ass retard... put down that bat now, or else I'm gonna make you regret hurtin' my buddy."
"You take one more step closer, and I'll do the same thing to you."

The smarter thug simply smiled. "Oh, feisty one, aren't you?"

Before Harley could answer back, she suddenly felt the bat become yanked away from her grip, and she turned around to see a much more larger thug smile back at her.

"Wonder if this is breakable?"

"Don't you dare do that to my-"

"Oh, sweetheart?"

Harley turned back to look at Paulie. "What the hell do you-"

Her sentence was cut short when she felt his hand connect with her face, and as she fell to the ground, Paulie let out a wolf whistle.

"I got to admit, doll face, you look fine as hell."

Feeling weak, Harley tried her best to sit up. "You don't get to call me that, asshole."

"Well, I just did," laughed Paulie, while Mikey (still recovering from getting whacked by her bat) went over to Harley, grabbing her by the neck, and pinning her against the brick wall.

Then, he gave a quick nod to Paulie, who walked over and began to try and fondle Harley's upper body.

"Stay the hell away from me," warned Harley, but instead of making him go away, she got a slap to the face.

"You better shut the hell up," said Paulie. "I tried being nice to you, but now I think we're all gonna have some fun with you right here."

Before Harley could yell at him again, the thug that had been holding onto her bat suddenly appeared, and taped her mouth shut.

"See? Now that's more like it," replied Paulie, now starting to grope her, making Harley let out screams of anger and pain, and tears slowly start to fall from her eyes.

"And one other thing, who else gets to call you doll face, huh?"

To everyone's surprise, another voice responded to his question. "That would be me, you son of a bitch."

As Paulie and Nathan (the thug holding Harley's bat) turned around, a still-pinned Harley felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at her savior.

"Now let me give all three of you a warning..." said Deadshot, who was in his Squad gear. "Get the hell out of here, or you ain't gonna live to see tomorrow."

Paulie, whose hands were still dangerously close to Harley's body, simply said, "Screw you, pal, I'm not finished with her yet."

His hands then slowly went down her body, making Harley start to cry louder as Paulie tried to-

Wham!

As Paulie's lifeless body fell to the ground, the thug that was holding Harley's bat ran towards Deadshot, who shook his head, and fired his gun a second time.

"You wanna die too, bitch?" asked Deadshot, looking at Mikey, who was still pinning Harley against the wall. "You seem a little smarter than those two."

Without saying a word, Mikey released Harley from his grip, and began to slowly back away.

"Thank you," replied Deadshot, but before Mikey could say anything else, he fired his gun, sending a bullet through the thug's left leg.

Mikey fell down to the ground, screaming in pain. "What the hell was that for?"

"For hurting my girl," said Deadshot, who sent another bullet through his head. "That answer your question?"

Turning to Harley, he ripped off the tape covering her mouth, and said, "Look, I'm sorry about-"

But before he could finish, Harley ran over to him, and wrapped her arms tightly around him, also starting to cry again.

Deadshot simply sighed, and readjusted himself so that he was now holding her in his arms, like how a man would carry his wife over the threshold, then headed back to the hotel, with neither of them saying anything.

When they had finally returned to the hotel suite, Harley continued to sob into Deadshot's shoulder, while the assassin sat down on the couch.

"You're okay now, Harley," said Deadshot, gently rocking her back and forth. "You're okay... I'm here..."


A few hours later, once the pain had gone away, Harley had decided to go to bed, but to her surprise, Deadshot held her hand, and brought her to the bedroom he had been staying at.

"But I thought you said-"

"Well, now, I regret ever saying that," said Deadshot, in a sad yet serious tone. "I'm sorry for saying that, and for raising my voice. I could have lost you tonight, and I couldn't live with myself if-"

He was interrupted when Harley began to kiss him again, but Deadshot quickly backed away. "Harley... wait... you were just... I don't wanna..."

"I'll feel better knowing it's you, Shot," answered Harley. "Please..."

Deadshot sighed, and he said, "Fine... but I ain't ready to take this to the next level or any shit like that, okay?"

Harley let out a small laugh, making him smile and feel better. "All right, I'll try to control myself..."

"That's my girl," replied Deadshot, and he started to kiss her passionately.

I knew he liked me, thought Harley, feeling like everything was right in the world.

But then, for a quick moment, Deadshot felt his own heart skip a beat as Harley paused to say something.

"I love you."