Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 26 - Curve Ball


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.


As she watched her boyfriend walk off into the darkness, Harley looked around, and after making sure he was gone, she climbed out of the car.

"Sorry, Shot, but a girl's gotta stretch, and the cool air feels nice out here," said Harley, as she walked away from the vehicle, moving her body around and stretching out her limbs.

I wonder what he's planning on telling me?

Ka-Boom!

All of a sudden, Harley's heart skipped a beat as she turned around, fearing the worst. "No, no, no, no..."

She immediately ran back to the car, and found it in a fiery wreckage.

"No, no, please, where are you-"

Whoosh!

"Wait a minute... I know that sound..."

She walked forward some more, and found Deadshot, who was lying safely on the ground, but looking like he was almost about to die.

"Oh, please, no..." Harley went to his side, and started to cry.

"I don't know what to do. Please. Please, please, stay with me. Stay with me."

She turned his head so that he could look at her, even though his eyes were closed. "Shot, you have to stay with me."

In response, Deadshot simply started coughing, which made her freak out more. "No, no, no. No. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. It's fine.

"Shot, look at me. Look at my eyes. I love you, okay? I love you."

"Harley..."

"Please. Please, don't do this. Please. Please."

All of a sudden, she was interrupted by Deadshot, who said, "I'm not dead, Harley... I mean, I think I sprained my ankle a little..."

"B-But you looked like you were about to die!"

"Well, how exactly am I supposed to look when a car explosion sends me flying back a few feet?"

Instead of a vocal answer, what Deadshot got was a slap to the face. "What was that for?!"

"For scaring the hell out of me!"

Before the assassin could give his response, Harley suddenly kissed him.

"And that's for not dying on me..." She said, after pulling away from Deadshot.

This girl is somethin' else!

She then started to help him stand up. "So, I guess this means I got to wait longer for whatever it is you wanted to tell me?"

Remembering what was inside of his pocket, Deadshot said, "Yeah... I guess so... how far is it to that gas station we passed by on the way here?"

"About thirty minutes or so, I think." said Harley. "Why?"

Deadshot sighed, and said, "Just wondering... hey, remember that flash of white or whatever you told me that you saw after you fell off Gotham Cathedral?"

She nodded her head. "Yeah, and I could've sworn that I heard the same whoosh sound, too... what do you think it is?"

"I don't think it's an 'it', Harley... but I'm sure glad that it's the reason you and I aren't dead yet."


The Next Day...

"So, how long has Clown Boy been out of Arkham?"

Deadshot and Harley were inside Waller's office, and although the assassin looked better than the way he did last night, he certainly wasn't happy.

"Since last month... but we figured that he'd go off somewhere else to-"

"Well, obviously, that didn't happen," exclaimed Deadshot. "Me and Harley almost died last night!"

Waller raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to blame me for that, Lawton?"

"If you had told us that he'd gotten out the day that he broke out, we wouldn't be having this discussion."

She gave him a more serious look. "You better watch the way you speak to me, Lawton, you are still a locked-up criminal, and I can make your life a miserable Hell in just a few short minutes."

Deadshot just frowned, not saying another word. "Good, now I know that... given what occurred last year in San Francisco with you and Harley... I am allowing you to go out and take out whatever anger you have inside of you out on him... but no one except Harley is going to help you this time."

"That's fine, cause I already know what I'm gonna do to that asshole." replied Deadshot as he walked away.

A few moments later, outside the prison gates, Deadshot was loading up his supplies and weapons and other stuff inside the trunk of another car that he'd gotten access to.

However. right as he finished packing up the stuff in the trunk...

"Shot, wait!"

Deadshot turned to see Harley, who was carrying her own bags of arsenal. "I never said you were coming to..."

"You didn't have to."

"Harley, wait..." She looked up at him, and saw that he was now more concerned instead of angry. "Look, I know he's probably still Puddin' to you, but when it reaches that certain point, I don't want it to hurt you in any way."

She crossed her arms. "And what point would that be, exactly?"

"When I blow his damn head off."

When Harley didn't respond, Deadshot said, "Look, I'm only saying this cause I care a lot about you, but I almost lost you, like, three times... I don't want there to be a fourth time."

To his surprise, she kissed him on the lips, and then, she told him, "Shot, I know you love me, okay? You haven't exactly said it the way I did back when I thought I almost lost you, but still... I am a grown woman, I can make my own decisions."

"Oh, and what are we here for, then?"

"Not right now," thought Harley, speaking to the voices inside of her head before going back to Deadshot. "I decide who to be loyal to. Okay, handsome?"

Knowing that this was an argument he was probably not going to win, Deadshot nodded his head.

"Good... now, then, I'll be right back. Gotta find the rest of my stuff."

As she walked back into the prison, Deadshot waited until she was completely gone before taking out a small red box from his pants pocket.

Looking at it, he started to remember the day he'd gotten it.


"She did what to you?"

"Some kinda freaky shades of grey shit or something, man," said Deadshot. "I ain't ever wanna see none of that stuff ever again."

Rick laughed, and said, "Well, hopefully, you feel better in here..."

As the two of them entered the ring shop, they were greeted by the store clerk. "Greetings, gentleman! How can I help you this evening?"

Rick looked over at Deadshot, who cleared his throat, and said, "Uh, well... I'm getting a ring for a special someone."

With a sly smile, the middle-aged woman said, "I hate to break it to you, but won't you spoil it with that certain someone next to you?"

Immediately, Deadshot said, "No, not him, I'm talking about my girlfriend, Harley."

Rick just continued to laugh.

"Yes, that makes more sense," chuckled the store clerk. "Well, then... see anything that will catch her eye?"

"Um..." Deadshot looked at the selection of rings in front of him, trying to figure out what would be the best choice, but from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another ring. "What about that one?"

"Which one?"

Turning to the left, Deadshot walked over to another cabinet of wedding rings, and pointed at the one that had caught his attention.

"Oh, that one... there's actually a story behind it."

"Really?" said Deadshot.

"Well, it's rather long, but basically, that ring right there has been around since the early 1800s."

Rick let out a whistle, and Deadshot said, "How'd you come across it, then?"

"Oh, no, it was here even when I first started working here almost ten years ago. And from what the previous store owner told me, whoever made that ring put all of his heart into it."

"Wait, hold up, you mean it's a handmade ring?"

The store clerk nodded. "You think your girlfriend will like it?"

Looking at the ring on his own hand (the one that Harley had given to her after she'd fallen from the top of Gotham Cathedral), Deadshot smiled, and said, "Actually... I think it'll be just perfect."


"If only the moment for me to freaking give it to her was perfect," mumbled Deadshot as he put the box back in his pocket.

"What's that?"

Deadshot turned around, and saw Harley closing the trunk of the car. "What was what?"

"That thing you put in your pocket?"

"Uh, nothing," replied Deadshot. "Just a little something I got for Zoe's birthday coming up."

Harley smiled, and went into the passenger seat of the car while Deadshot let out a sigh of relief.

I just hope that maybe now things will start going my way.

As he got in the car, and started driving away, he quickly found out that it wouldn't happen just yet.

"I hope you got her something better than what I got for my birthday."

"Harley, not this again... I got you a new jacket and that necklace you're wearing!"

"Yeah, and that was it!"

Deadshot exclaimed, "Well, considering what I went through to get it, I had hoped that you would have shown more appreciation for it!"

Harley was about to answer when the more reasonable voice inside her head began to talk. "Really, Harley? That jacket is way more special than anything you ever got from Puddin, aside from that necklace you've kept on ever since he put it there!"

She looked down at her necklace, a symbol of her love for Deadshot, and it had replaced the choker that she'd previously worn in honor of her love for the Joker.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Deadshot was surprised, for a moment, but then, he found himself starting to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

The assassin said, "Nothing... I'm just glad I have someone like you with me..."

Harley gave him a wide grin, and said, "Me too, handsome."

And maybe someday, you'll be mine for the rest of my life, thought Deadshot, referring to the handmade wedding ring that was inside of his pocket.