Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 23 - Taking Risks


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.


Almost a month after the events in Midway City...

"Harley? You okay?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel right now."

"Just relax, all right? You're gonna love her..."

Deadshot knocked on the door, while Harley quietly hid behind him as it opened.

"Daddy!" cried Zoe, excited.

The assassin smiled, and said, "Hey, how's my little princess?"

He walked over to give her a hug, and then, she noticed that her dad had brought a friend. "Is that her, Dad?"

"Yep," chuckled Deadshot. "Zoe, this is Harley Quinn... Harley, this is my little girl, Zoe."

Harley walked up the steps, staring silently at Zoe, who offered a handshake. "Hi! It's nice to meet you."

The former psychiatrist smiled, and shook her hand. "Thanks... same goes for me... your daddy just doesn't shut up about you."

"Yeah, well, I'm her dad," replied Deadshot. "It's just what we kinda do, doll face."

As they entered the house, Zoe asked, "So, Harley, if you don't mind me asking... what exactly did you do?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You know, like how my dad does bad things to certain people," explained Zoe. "What is it that you do?"

Harley put a hand behind her neck, saying, "Uh... well... I don't think I should tell you right now. Probably until you're a little older."

"It's okay, I won't tell-"

"Zoe, it's fine," replied Deadshot. "Harley's been through a whole lot more stuff than me, so I think it's okay if you wait for her to answer whenever she feels comfortable in telling you. All right?"

Zoe nodded her head, and he said, "Good... so, what's going on today in the world of math?"

He laughed as his daughter groaned, annoyed, and began to pull out school supplies and textbooks. "It's all about circumferences and checkpoints and graphing and... ugh, I just hate it sometimes! It's not like I'm gonna use this stuff at a job or whatever."

"I know how you feel, sweetie, but you just got to do it, okay? Now, let me see what-"

"Ooh, can I help her out?"

Deadshot and Zoe looked at her. "What?"

"Uh, I know sometimes you act like a child, Harley, but this stuff doesn't exactly-"

"Hey, I was a psychiatrist, remember? I went to college and medical school, I have important documents and stuff."

Zoe looked at her with surprise. "You were a psychiatrist?"

"Yup, and sometimes, I have to treat your dad like he's one of my patients."

"Ha-ha, very funny," replied Deadshot, in a dry tone. "But if you want to have a go at it, be my guest..."

As he handed over the textbook to Harley, his cell phone began ringing. "Make sure she gets it right, okay?"

"I got it, Shot, don't worry, she'll be fine."

"I was talking to her actually, Harley."

She punched his shoulder, and the two of them laughed a little bit before he went into the bedroom to answer his phone.

"Hey, Flag, what's up?"

"Have you asked her yet?"

Deadshot waited to make sure that Zoe and Harley couldn't hear before saying, "No, not yet... don't worry, I'm saving it for tonight."

"I hope so, cause you know I regret taking so long to ask June if she-"

"Yeah, I know, but that's different to what I'm planning to ask Harley," replied Deadshot. "Does Waller know?"

"Uh-huh, she does... she figured you two deserved it after all the hell that the Joker put both of you through..."

Deadshot chuckled, and said, "But I get the feeling that all this sincerity from her isn't gonna last long. She's one bad-and-cold-ass lady."

"Ain't that the truth... just enjoy it, though, while it lasts, Shot. Make any special moment count."

"Thanks for the advice, Soldier Boy," said Deadshot. "I'll let you know later what happens..."

"Good luck, Shot."

After hanging up the phone, Deadshot went back into the dining room, and smiled as he saw Harley helping out Zoe with her math homework, going through the problems one step at a time. She's actually good at this kind of stuff.

"Okay, so let's say this circle is someone's head," said Harley. "And this halfway line is like me taking a knife and just slashing-"

You can't be serious!

"Whoa, whoa, hold it up for a sec," exclaimed Deadshot as he went up to the table. "Teach it a different way, Harley, I don't want her to pick up any bad habits from you or have dangerous thoughts in her mind."

"Aw, come on, Shot, we were just having some fun," replied Harley.

The assassin said, "Yeah, well, try having fun another way."


Later that night, Deadshot and Harley were heading into a fancy restaurant when an old yet rough-looking gentleman left the place, bumping into the young woman.

"Hey, watch where you're going, pal!" yelled Deadshot.

"Fuck off, asshole," growled the elderly man, but just as the assassin was about to yell back, Harley held onto the old man, and turned him around.

"Look, buddy, you apologize to my friend and to me right now, all right? Don't make me have you regret not doing it."

Damn, if looks could kill, thought Deadshot.

The elderly man gulped, and nodded his head. "My full apologies, miss... and you too, sir, it's just been a long night for me."

"Good," said Harley, now speaking in an innocent tone. "Now just go on home, okay?"

As the elderly man walked away, Deadshot opened the door for Harley, and they headed into the restaurant, but as they waited to be seated by a waiter or waitress, he suddenly had his attention caught by an object around her arm. "What is that?"

"What, this?" said Harley, still talking in an innocent way. "It's my new watch. They call it a, um, a Piaget Emperador."

When Deadshot didn't answer back, Harley continued on. "What? Shot, come on, it's worth two hundred grand."

"Wow..." Deadshot sighed, and shook his head. "Okay, I can see that you remember what I taught you back in the Bay Area, but seriously, you are so much better than watches, Harley."

"Well, now it's something that I am good at, and I like it," replied Harley. "Besides, you know he had it coming."

Deadshot just turned away, saying, "We'll talk about it later..."

But after they had gotten a table, Harley wasn't quite finished yet. "I don't see the big problem here, Shot. What did you want me to do?"

"Just forget it, okay?" said Deadshot. "You can keep the watch, or sell it, or whatever... just don't do that kind of stuff here in Gotham."

Harley started teasing him by saying, "Aw, you're afraid of someone getting mad and trying to hurt me?"

"Well, duh, that's what a man is supposed to do when they're dating a woman like you," replied Deadshot.

As Harley began to blush, his conscious inside his mind began to tell him that his moment had arrived.

"And, uh... since we're talking right now, doll face, there's something I wanna ask you."

She put her shoulders on the table, and rested her head on her hands. "Yeah, Shot?"

Deadshot cleared his throat, and said, "Look, uh... I know that we've only been-"

"Well, what do we got here, huh?"

No, no, no, no, no... not right now!

"Hey, guys, there's room over here!" yelled out Harley, waving her arms at Katana and Boomerang while Deadshot hung his head against the table.

This cannot be happening!