Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 16 (The Joker's Move, Part 1)
Author's Note: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of everything in this story except the story itself, any OCs, songs, etc.
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"They did what?"
Jonny drank another glass of water, hoping for the soreness in his neck to go away.
"Well, thanks for the info."
Once he hung up, Jonny groanedin an annoyed tone. I hate having to keep stuff from him.
A few minutes later, he entered the office of the Joker, who was twirling a white rose with his fingers.
"Hello, Jonnny, got any news for me?"
"Uh... Yeah..." said Jonny, coughing a few times. "They took care of all the people on the first list you gave them."
"Good, good," replied the Joker, still playing with the rose. "I knew they'd be able to."
Jonny smiled, but then, he began to frown a little. "You okay, Boss?"
"Of course. Why would you ask that?"
"Er, well, I figured you'd be happy about them killing all the guys who did you dirty."
The Joker looked up at Jonny, and raised his hand over his mouth, showing Jonny his "smile" tattoo.
"Do I not seem happy to you?"
As the infamous villain started to laugh, Jonny chuckled, and nodded his head. "Of course, Boss, my mistake... Have a good night."
He started to walk away until he felt something whoosh right by his ear, and he stopped when he saw a dart stick into the door.
"No, Jonny, your mistake will be not telling me the other piece of information that you are keeping to yourself. Wouldn't want to wear a neck brace, do you?"
Jonny started to feel a little nervous, but he kept his cool, and said, "No, but... it's about Harley, sir... I think she's falling for the sniper guy."
The Joker started to laugh again. "Is that all? My, oh, my... I already knew about him and Floyd."
Jonny frowned in confusion. "Isn't she your girl?"
"Of course," replied the Joker. "She is the blood that runs in my veins, the spark that brings the fire in my eyes..."
Here we go again, thought Jonny, trying very hard to not roll his eyes.
"... and I am very well aware of her growing feelings for Floyd, but I am not quite sure he'll love her, in return."
"What do you mean?"
The Joker put the rose on top of Deadshot's real mask, which was on his desk, and said, "Because, Jonny, if I know my sweet, wonderful, luscious Harley... (sigh) she is about to get her heart broken soon enough."
And that's when the game becomes 'really' intense, Floyd. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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"So you were born on September 11th?" said Deadshot.
"Yep, that's my birthday!"
He chuckled, and said, "Must be a coincidence then, cause that is, like, one of the worst dates in U.S. history."
"Oh, ha, ha, ha," replied Harley, in a dry tone, before she climbed into the bed to lay next to him, and then, she started to kiss him passionately.
Deadshot kissed her back, but when they had a certain point of intense passion, he backed away.
"Harley... not that..."a
She pouted at him. "Come on, play with me!"
Deadshot shook his head. "I'm not going to that level with you, doll face..."
"Please, Shot... Don't we love each other?"
He paused for a moment to think about his answer. "I am... extremely fond of you, Harley, but if we... get it on...
Deadshot remembered the warning he had gotten from Batman.
"I do not think your friend will like it if he found out."
"He isn't going to find out," said Harley. "Please?"
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Joker's laugh echoing through his mind, Deadshot shook his head. "I just... can't do it... I'm not... Can't we just be friends for right now?"
Harley sighed, but she smiled, and kissed him one last time. "Sure, handsome... Night..."
A few minutes later, she was asleep, but Deadshot was now in the kitchen, drinking a glass of iced water.
"I don't know if I can play this game anymore," mumbled Deadshot, speaking to himself.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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"Shot? You okay?"
Deadshot was looking through a pair of binoculars, seeing the first person on the Joker's hit list that was titled Day 2.
"Yeah, just... missing my daughter a little bit." He then let out a chuckle.
"I can't really bring her out on a Daddy-Daughter work day."
Harley smiled, and said, "Well, don't worry, you can call her and stuff while I take care of Puddin's soon-to-be-dead guys."
"Wait, what?"
"See? Look at the bottom."
Deadshot glanced over at the list, which read (in the Joker's handwriting) "Have fun, my dearest... Floyd gets his turn tomorrow."
He looked at Harley, and said, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"This is my day to kill some people," replied the young woman. "I'd love it if you watched me, but don't shoot any of them with your guns or pistols or snipers or AK-47s or F-22s or-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," laughed Deadshot. "So, you think you can get all these dudes by yourself?"
(Music plays in the background)
Harley blew out a gum bubble, and once it popped, she chewed it a little, then gave him a sly grin. "Just watch and learn, Sniper Boy..."
As she walked away, making her hips sway back and forth in a very attractive way, Deadshot let out a whistle.
Who the hell is she?
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It's time for me to take it
I'm the boss right now
Not gonna fake it
Not when you go down
'Cause this is my game
And you better come to play
"How's it going, Jesse?" asked Harley, walking up to a muscular-looking business man.
Jesse immediately noticed the mallet she was holding behind her back. "Look, I don't want any trouble, sweetheart."
Harley sighed, but then, she gave him an evil grin. "Pity... You shouldn't have stole from my Puddin', then!"
"You little-" began one of Jesse's henchman, but Harley quickly swung her weapon at his legs, knocking him to the ground.
"Get that bitch!" yelled Jesse, as he ran off to leave before-
Bam!
Up on the rooftop, Deadshot raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Harley blew out some of the smoke from her gun.
"Who's next, boys?" She asked, looking around at all of Jesse's thugs.
As they all began to charge towards her, Harley sighed, and prepared for a fight.
"Guess we got to do things the hard way."
I used to hold my freak back
Now I'm letting go
I make my own choice
Yeah I run this show
So leave the lights on
No, you can't make me behave
As the last thug fell to the ground, knocked out cold, Harley looked up and over at Deadshot, waving her hand.
"Girl's got some skills," chuckled the assassin, as they began to head over to their next victim... or, Harley's victim, actually.
So you say I'm complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you've had me underrated
Rated, rated
"You did a lot of stuff for Puddin, Frankie," said Harley, twirling around her baseball bat, while the business man in front of him tried to back away. "But it's just too bad I got to kill ya now."
From his spot, Deadshot nodded his head, very impressed.
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?
"What a ride!" yelled out an excited Harley, as she hopped out of the car, and went to where the next person on the Joker's hit list was.
As for Deadshot, this almost felt like a dream to him.
It's time to get the chains out
Is your tongue tied up?
Cause this is my ground
And I'm dangerous
And you can get out
But it's all about me tonight (tonight, ha)
"That... is what... you get... for stealing from my... Puddin'!" yelled Harley, in between using her mallet to whack the thug's lifeless body. "Are we... perfectly clear, Ricardo?"
Shit, thought Deadshot, now starting to see Harley in a different light.
(Oh oh, oh) So you say I'm complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you've had my underrated
Rated, rated, rated
"Final words before you die, sweetheart?"
"Go to hell, asshole."
Harley shook her head. "Hate to break it to ya, honey, but I'm already there."
(Ah ha) What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident? (Ah ha)
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident? (Ah ha)
As she continued fighting off thugs and killing the people on Joker's list, Deadshot was continuing to be taken by surprise.
"Sweet dreams," said Harley, giving her next victim a mischievous smile.
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
"Time to dance with the devil, boys!"
What's wrong with being confident? (Ah ha)
"Where you going, Vinnie? Play with me!"
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
"Sweet dreams, motherf-"
Boom!
"Aw damn I shot too early. My bad."
"You dumb bitch, what the f-"
Boom!
As the thug's body fell to the ground, Harley twirled her gun around, and cackled evily. "Enjoy Hell, potty mouth."
What's wrong with being confident? (Ah ha)
Deadshot whistled, and said, "Damn, that was definitely badass."
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As they began to drive back to the hotel, Harley was texting the Joker all about the people she had killed today while Deadshot was admiring the view of the city.
When they reached the parking lot, Deadshot told Harley to go on up to their suite.
"Why aren't you coming?"
"Cause I got to a special person a special something, and I don't anyone to see it until said person gets it."
A few minutes later, Deadshot was in the ring shop that Rick had been in last night. "Hey, uh, got any rings I could give to my daughter? Her birthday is coming up soon."
"No worries, sir, just step over here," replied the young receptionist.
Once that was done and over with, Deadshot entered the hotel, but his eyes went to the nearby flower shop.
Wonder if she likes roses?
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"Harley?" Deadshot said, entering the room, a bouqet of red and blue colored roses in his hands. "Got something for you."
"Did you lie to me?"
He turned around, and saw Harley, leaning across the table, her arms crossed.
"What?"
"Do not bullshit with me right now, Floyd, you lie to me or not?"
Deadshot laid the bouquet of roses on the couch. "Okay, whoa, hold up a sec... Why all the sudden hostility?"
"Cause I don't like liars, Shot," frowned Harley. "Now tell the truth."
"About what?"
"You know what!"
"Uh, no, I don't," said Deadshot, wondering what was going on when he remembered something. "Ok, what did the Joker text you?"
"That doesn't matter, Shot, just tell me the truth, all right?!"
"I would if you let me know what the hell is... wait..."
He realized what Harley was upset about, and started to laugh. Really, the whole money thing?
"Why the hell are you laughing?" frowned Harley.
"Oh, ho, you know why, doll face," replied Deadshot, still laughing.
Starting to become annoyed, Harley swung her baseball bat, aiming it at-
"We takin' hits now on each other, sweetheart?" said Deadshot, still smiling and laughing, his hands catching Harley's bat before she could whack him in the head with it.
"You son of a..."
Deadshot gave her a grin. "Anyone ever tell you look cute this way?"
Now, the two of them were eye-to-eye.
"You don't get to call me that," growled Harley.
"So, what, then?" said Deadshot. "Doctor Quinn?"
Harley let out a sarcastic laugh. "You are dead now, Shot!"
"Really? Go on, then, make your move, doll face."
At first, Harley continued to grit her teeth in anger, but then, she put her hands on his face, dropping the bat as she began to give him a deep kiss.
Deadshot began to kiss back, but then, Harley pulled away to ask, "Wait a sec, Shot... We actually doing this?"
To her surprise... and sweet pleasure...
Deadshot began to remove her dress.
"I'm done with this shit. We're doing it."
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In his office, the Joker was laughing as he held the white rose in his hands.
"You may think you've probably won, Floyd, but I'll let you in on a little secret."
Turning to stare at the flames in the fireplace, the Joker grinned. "It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
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Author's Post-Note: The game has only just begun.
Oh, and just imagine a montage of, like, Harley fighting and killing a whole bunch of thugs and stuff.
