Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 17 (The Joker's Move, Part 2)

Author's Note: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners of the DCEU.

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Regret? Pain? Betrayal?

All of those feelings, including others, were racing through Harley's mind as she laid in the bed.

Turning around, she saw Deadshot, who was resting quietly.

It had been approximately seven hours since they had made love to each other, with the sun starting to arrive at its spot in the sky, but right now, Harley didn't know how to feel about all of it.

"What if Puddin' does find out about this?" said one of the voices in her head.

"He isn't gonna find out! This was just a one time thing!"

"Oh, way to go, smart aleck, can't you see she feels for the guy?"

"What has he ever done for her? Joker's given her everything!"

All of a sudden, Deadshot's cellphone vibrated from its spot on the coffee table nearby.

"We should check his phone!"

"Are you serious right now? That would be violating his trust!"

Walking over to his phone, Harley saw the words "Voicemail from Waller" flash on the screen.

"I think there's already been a violation of trust."

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When Deadshot woke up, he immediately felt like something was wrong.

"Harley?" he said, after seeing that she wasn't in the bed next to him.

As he began to put on boxers and a pair of sweats, Deadshot went into the living room. "Yo, Harley, where-"

"Why are you talking to Waller?"

Deadshot turned around, and saw an irritated Harley, who was already dressed for the day.

He also noticed that all of her luggage from the plane was packed up behind her. "Where are you going?"

"Answer my question first."

Deadshot frowned. "I don't know why you are suddenly accusing me of something, Harley."

"Just say it, all right? You two talking or what?".

"We... Okay, yes, we are, all right? I am trying to get more time to see my daughter."

Harley crossed her arms. "By doing what exactly?"

"Harley, is this really... whoa, hey!"

She was now pointing her white-colored pistol at him. "Stop lying to me!"

Deadshot raised up his hands. "All right, okay... Just relax, Harley, okay?"

"Tell me now!"

What the hell is her problem? thought Deadshot.

He was trying to think of an excuse, but after what they had done last night, he wasn't in a position to hide more lies.

"Okay... She's agreed to let me spend more time with Zoe if..."

"If what, Shot?"

Deadshot sighed, and added, "If I hand the Joker over to here."

"I told you he wasn't being honest!"

Harley began to feel her heart slowly start to break. "So that's what this whole thing has been about? Handing over my Puddin' to the police?"

Oh, shit, this is not good, thought Deadshot, who shook his head. "It is nothing personal, Harley, it's just business... What happened between us was-"

"A lie, right?" exclaimed Harley, trying not to cry. "You don't even love me, do you?"

"I told you already how I feel about all that stuff," replied Deadshot. "We're friends, Harley, and-"

"You ain't a friend of mine, Shot," yelled Harley. "I can't believe you did all of this just to make sure Mister J gets handed over to the cops!"

"That's not all true, Harley, try to understand-"

"Just shut up, Shot, okay?" Harley put away her pistol. "I'm done with this. Enjoy this place by yourself cause I'm leaving."

She began to walk away, but then, Deadshot stood in front of the door.

"Harley, listen to me, you have to stay here."

"And why the hell should I do that?" exclaimed Harley. "Give me one good reason why I should stay, Shot. Tell me."

She watched as Deadshot tried to think of what to say, but after a minute had passed, the assassin simply stepped aside.

"I knew it... Good-bye, Shot..."

As Harley left, closing the door behind her, Deadshot sat on the couch, now feeling like he was having a headache.

How the hell did I let this happen?

Suddenly, he remembered a conversation between himself and the Joker.

"You ever lie to her, Floyd?"

"Never really had to."

"Good, good... oh, and she doesn't like to be left alone or feel unwanted..."

And now, after finding out that she'd been lied to, Harley was going to the airport, on her own, probably back to Gotham and be with-

"Stay far away from the Joker."

Deadshot also remembered the conversation he and Batman had shared. I can't let her go on that plane!

So, he began to get dressed, putting on his red-and-black uniform, but once he finished, there was a knock at the door.

Going over to open it, Deadshot said, "Look, Harley, I-"

Boom!

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After putting the ring box in his pocket, R ick carefully brought the tray of breakfast food into the bedroom, where June was sound asleep... that is, until she was woken up by all of the delicious smells.

"Breakfast in bed?" said June, smiling up at Rick, who kissed her on the cheek.

"I thought you'd like a surprise... and speaking of that, there's something important that I have to tell you."

Getting down to his knees, now being face-to-face with June, Rick started to say, "From the moment I met you, I knew that we-"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Flag, open up! We got a problem!"

Rick sighed, and gave June a kiss on the lips. "This will only take a minute."

He then went to open the door, but before he could do anything else, Boomerang ran into the room.

"Flag, something bad is about to happen..."

"To who exactly?"

"Deadshot... and Harley..."

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As she waited in the airport, Harley was also doing her best not to cry.

"She has every right to walk away from him!"

"You don't know that about her."

Harley frowned, now confused. "That's a new one."

"Hey, sweetie... Sorry about that, but I only come when I am needed."

"Well, you don't get to tell her-"

"Hey, leave this to me, all right? Go away."

For a moment, Harley didn't hear anything inside her head.

"Now then, I know you are upset with Deadshot, but you can't handle things like this."

"But he lied to me," thought Harley. "He was going to have Puddin' locked away."

"True, but that doesn't mean you two couldn't have talked about it. And besides, you love him, too."

"But he-"

"Stop right there, sweetheart. I know that Mistah J brought the crazy out of you, but Floyd has made you feel loved by just being you.

"Plus, he saved your life twice, and taught you how to freakin' swim!"

Harley began to remember the joy she had felt when Shot had helped her conquer the fear of drowning.

"We're not stupid, Harley, of course you love Puddin', but you love Floyd, as well."

"But who do I choose?"

"That all depends on you, Harley. It's your life, not ours."

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As she headed into the hotel, Harley suddenly heard someone familiar yell from behind.

"Hey! Guys, I found her!"

Before she could speak, Harley gasped as Boomerang gave her a tight hug.

"I never thought I'd be happy to see your crazy ass face," laughed her fellow teammate.

"All right, man, let go of her before she turns blue," said Flag, also coming towards them, with June at his side.

Once she was released, Harley said, "I figure Shot knows you're all here, too?"

Rick shook his head. "No, Waller sent us here just to make sure nothing bad happened. Where is he, anyway?"

"Up in our hotel suite. Why do you ask?"

Boomerang answered, "Cause last night, the Bat told me that you two were gonna be in trouble today!"

Harley looked at him as if he was the crazy one, while Flag said, "Harley, we just have a bad feeling that someone wants to hurt him."

As for June, the doctor was looking at Harley while thinking about something important.

"Well, come on, let's go," said Harley.

The four of them quickly went up to her and Shot's suite, and quickly noticed that the door had been busted open.

"Oh, no..." whispered Boomerang.

Harley walked into the suite, and her eyes immediately went to the dining room table,

where she saw the bouquet of roses from Deadshot.

I didn't even get to tell him how beautiful they were.

She also noticed there was a postcard next to it that read "Sorry", as well as-

"Is that blood?" asked June.

Looking at the roses, Harley saw that several of them were dripping with blood.

Deadshot...

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"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up..."

Deadshot slowly opened his eyes, and saw that he was tied up, again, to a chair.

"Glad you're able to join us now, Floyd..."

He looked up, and saw himself looking at the Joker, who was standing a few feet away.

He also noticed that several of his goons were nearby. "Problem, Lawton?"

"Nah, of course not," said Deadshot. "But I hope you're happy now, Clown Boy."

"What do you mean?"

Deadshot answered, "Harley hates me now... (chuckle) she's probably gonna want you to kill me once she finds us."

The Joker started to laugh. "You really do crack me up, Floyd... but I'm afraid that she won't be finding the both of us."

Deadshot frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you'll see once we get back to Gotham, my friend... In the meantime, I would like to have another conversation with you."

Looking at all of the Joker's thugs, Deadshot asked, "So, what, you're gonna kill me now?"

The Joker let out another laugh. "No wonder Harley loves you so much, she asked me that same question... But, no, Floyd, I'm not gonna kill you..."

He got down on his knees so that they were now eye-to-eye. "I'm just gonna hurt you... really, really... badly..."