Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 14 - An Eventful Day
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!
And the scenes in italics are when Deadshot and Harley are about to kill whoever is on the Joker's hit list
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.
"What's in the suitcase?" Deadshot asked, referring to the object that was currently laying in the back seat of the car, as he drove to the destination where they would find the first person on the Joker's hit list.
According to "Puddin", the people on the list had assumed that they would be meeting Harley simply to give updates on whatever they were doing for the Joker, but leaving out the fact that they were heading to their deaths for stealing from him and making too many mistakes.
"Just a bunch of outfits I'm going to wear throughout the day," said Harley. "No biggie."
Deadshot raised his eyebrows. "You're planning to wear something different every time you meet one of these guys?"
"Just until you shoot their heads off," replied Harley. "That's my way of having fun."
I'm so glad that chemical didn't make me that crazy, thought Deadshot.
Looking at her friend, Harley asked, "So, come on, Shot, teach me what it is you learned as a con guy."
As he stopped to park the car, Deadshot (who was dressed in another expensive-looking suit) said, "All right, then, how about a compromise?"
"What's that?"
"Kinda like a mutual decision type of thing. I'll teach you what I know, but you got to let me do something else for you."
Harley looked at him, confused. "Like what exactly?"
"I don't know yet, but if you wanna learn what I did, and planning on meeting all of these dudes we're about to kill, that's my offer."
Giving him a frown, the former psychiatrist sighed, and said, "All right, fine... now, do you mind getting out? I wanna get dressed into something else."
"What's wrong with the outfit you got on?"
Harley simply replied, "It doesn't match my eye color. Now, come on, get out, or do you want to stay in and watch?"
"I ain't some kind of pervert, doll face," said Deadshot, as he got out of the car, and closed the door. "There. Happy?"
He turned to look at the Golden Gate Bridge, located several miles away, and smiled as he took out his cellphone to take a picture of it.
After putting it away, Deadshot leaned back against the car, and found himself starting to look at the side-view mirror.
Harley was turned away from him, so he could only see her from the back, but her dress was off, and the sunlight was making her look even more beautiful as-
"You okay, Shot?"
Turning his head away, Deadshot said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just hurry before I die from this damn heat or something."
"All right, relax, I'm done," said Harley as she stepped out of the vehicle.
Don't be speechless, do not be speechless, thought Deadshot, as he turned around to look at her. For crying out loud!
"Is this too much for the first guy?" she asked.
"Uh..." said Deadshot. "For someone who's about to die, I think that will be just fine. But before we go over the list, I'm gonna teach you a few touches-"
"Touches?"
"You'll see what I mean in a little bit, okay? Just keep in mind that, at the end of the day, this is all a game of focus."
As he handed Harley her purse, the assassin smiled as he held up her cellphone.
"All right, very clever," said Harley, smirking at him.
After giving her back her phone, Deadshot said, "Okay, now, attention is like a spotlight. And back then, our job was to dance in the darkness."
Taking her by the end, he twirled her around, and after he stopped, the assassin held up the watch she had been wearing as part of her "disguise".
Harley frowned. "I didn't even feel you take that off of me."
"The human brain is slow, and cannot multi-task," said Deadshot, returning the watch, but when she looked down at his hand, she noticed that he was wearing her ring.
"Jesus, when did..."
Deadshot chuckled. "It's not just about thinking with your hands, Harley. You have to get inside the person's head, perceive from their perspective. Human behavior is very predictable. If I look at my hand, it naturally pulls your gaze and allows me to enter your space."
He stood next to Harley, and gave her a smile. "But when I look up at you, it causes you to look directly at me."
Before Harley could respond, Deadshot held up her sun glasses, which had been in her purse. "Cute, Shot..."
Then, Deadshot touched her shoulder. "I touch you here, I steal from here. I tap you here, I steal from here."
He held up her cellphone again.
"I tap you here…"
Deadshot tapped her on the waist.
"I steal from here."
He tossed her pack of gum, which she grabbed, and put it back in her purse, but then, when she looked back at Deadshot, his hand was now at a different spot.
"I step to here… You're not gonna slap my face, are you?"
"Why?"
"You would if you knew where my hand was."
Harley felt herself begin to blush, but she playfully hit his shoulder, and as he began to laugh, she replied, "Okay, I get it. I get it."
"You get their focus, you can take whatever you want," said Deadshot, now holding the list of people that had made mistakes with the Joker. "So, who's dying today?"
Rolling her eyes, the former psychiatrist stood next to him as the two of them leaned against the car, looking at the list that read "Day 1" at the top. "All right, first up is Brandon."
Deadshot let out a chuckle. "Brandon? That's an average name for someone who made your boyfriend upset. What did he do?"
"Hey, Brandon, how you doin?" asked Harley, walking into an alley.
In front of her was a man in his thirties, who said, "Just peachy, sweetheart. Where's J at? I thought you two were always together."
"Not always," replied Harley. "I like to do stuff on my own... and speaking of Puddin... (dramatic sigh) I hope you remember still what happened that one night..."
"Trust me, I do, and I am sorry," replied Brandon. "I thought I was doin' the right thing. But I got his money back, all of it."
Harley nodded her head. "Good, Brandy, good... mind giving me the address to your hideout?"
Brandon frowned in confusion. "He doesn't know where it's at?"
"Of course he does," said Harley, now walking towards him. "But I don't know, and he wouldn't tell me... so I was hoping you would."
Brandon began to hesitate, but then, she wrapped her arms around him. "Please? You don't want Mistah J to be upset, do you?"
"No, of course not."
Harley chuckled, and gave him a soft poke in his chest. "Good. I'll be sure to tell him how much you've changed."
Then, after getting the address from him, Harley began to walk away, saying, "Later, Brandon!"
As the middle-aged man turned to walk away, the young woman looked down at her right hand.
POW!
Turning back around, Harley cried out, "Thanks for the bracelet!"
Almost an hour later, at Brandon's hideout, she and Deadshot began to put bags of money into the trunk of the car.
"So we're just gonna fill this car up with a whole heap of money?"
Harley laughed, and said, "No, silly, we're gonna take whatever we get today to another spot where one of Puddin's guys will get it back to him over in Gotham."
"How the hell is that going to work?"
"He has a lot of ways to get what he wants."
"All I know from Puddin' is that he pissed off a lot of women," said Harley. "And Puddin' doesn't like hearing stuff like that."
Not wanting to know any more, Deadshot turned back to look at the list when he suddenly caught a whiff of the scent coming from Harley's hair.
She's got some kind of strawberry-banana thing going on, thought Deadshot, but then, he quickly shook his head, and went back to the list.
"All right, so who's after that?"
Looking at the list, Harley said, "Dead Guy Number Two goes by the name of Kill Face."
"Something I should be concerned about? I don't want him hurting your pretty face before I shoot him."
Harley blushed a little, and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry, he knows better than to touch me."
Deadshot smiled, and asked, "Why does Joker want him dead?"
"Well, this is quite an honor for me," said Kill Face, a tall and muscular, wealthy-looking man. "The Joker speaks so highly of you."
"Aw, really?" said Harley. "That's so thoughtful of him... anyway, I came because he wants me to tell you that he completely understands that whole incident with the Gotham police."
Kill Face nodded his head. "I told him it wasn't my fault."
"Of course, it wasn't," she replied, also aware that he was being distracted by the sight of her revealing outfit.
From his hideout spot, Deadshot muttered, "This girl better hurry before I shoot his damn head off right now."
Kill Face cleared his throat, and said, "Well, thank you, Miss Harley, and my thanks to your boyfriend, as well."
He then handed her a piece of paper with an address written on it. "Everything is there."
"Perfect, honey, perfect," grinned Harley as she looked down at the paper. "One more thing. Mind looking up for a sec?"
"Um, sure," chuckled Kill Face. "What is it that-"
SPLAT!
"Huh? Nothing important," replied Harley, turning to walk away so she wouldn't see his lifeless body. "Thanks for everything!"
"Oh... that makes sense," said Deadshot, trying to not see the image of the event she had just described in his head. "I'd be mad as hell, too."
Harley smiled, and said, "Then, after we take care of him, we move onto Jason."
"Good to see you again, Miss Quinn," said Jason, a young man in his mid-20s, as he gave Harley a hug.
"Aw, you can call me Harley, Jason, we're good friends by now," she replied.
Meanwhile, Deadshot was shaking his head. "This kid looks innocent as hell. What did he do to piss off Clown Boy?"
"Did Joker get my letter of apology?" asked Jason.
Harley nodded her head. "Yep, and he wanted to tell you that he's sorry, as well. It wasn't your fault for what your father did."
Jason let out a sigh of relief. "Good... and I promise, once he passes on, and I takeover the company, I'll bring it up to new heights that he'd never be able to reach."
"I like the way you talk, honey," smiled Harley, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You be safe now, okay? Tell the wife I said hello."
"Thanks, I will," replied Jason. "Oh, and, uh, we added another person to the family."
Harley gasped, surprised. "You two had a kid?"
Jason nodded his head. "Yeah, her name is Ivy... you'd probably like her... oh, by the way, here's my dad's address."
From his secret spot, Deadshot frowned in confusion. "Joker wants me to kill this kid?"
But then, as Jason walked away, Harley began to whistle a tune, and shook her head a few times.
Still confused, Deadshot put away his weapon, and a few minutes later, when Harley came up to him, he asked, "Wait, I thought Jason was the next guy on the list."
"No, silly, that's his father we're after." Harley began to laugh. "I was talking to Jason, Jr."
"Why the hell didn't you tell me that earlier? I could've shot that kid!"
Harley shrugged. "You didn't ask me, handsome... besides, Jason is a sweet kid."
After leaving the home of Jason's father, Harley asked, "So, where we going now? Everyone's killed for the day."
"You'll find out tonight," replied Deadshot. "In the meantime... I want to relax by the pool. Go for a little swim or something."
To his surprise, Harley began to look nervous. "Oh, okay... hope you have fun."
Deadshot asked, "You don't wanna swim with me?"
"It's not that, Shot, I just..." Harley began to feel embarrassed. "I don't know how to swim."
"What do you mean you don't know? Everybody knows."
"Yeah, well, I don't..." pouted Harley, remembering the night when she'd almost drowned if Batman hadn't saved her.
Noticing her sad expression, Deadshot said, "Okay, I'm sorry... I guess I'll just teach you that, too."
Harley gave him a look. "You'd do that for me?"
Rolling his eyes, Deadshot said, "Harley, I'd do anything for you..."
Harley felt her face start to heat up, while Deadshot smiled at her. "Don't worry, it'll be fun."
