Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 27 (Expect the Unexpected)
Author's Note: Thanks again to all of the people reading my story, following and favoriting it, I cannot explain how much happiness it brings to me.
Oh, and, um, like Deadpool said earlier, someone does die ;)
Also, I would like to point out that I sometimes stay up till midnight editing these chapters, and sometimes my sleepiness causes me to make some errors, so if you ever see any, that's the reason why.
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners.
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"Harley, this isn't exactly safe..."
"But we're almost there, right?"
"Kinda, yeah, but still..."
"Shot, come on, I'm comfortable."
She was sitting in his lap, laying back against him as Deadshot tried focusing on the road, but the sweet and luscious smell of the shampoo that Harley had used this morning was tingling his nostrils.
"Fine, just don't distract me..."
Harley nodded her head. "Sure thing, Sh- ohhhh... Someone's excited, huh?"
"No, that is not what is happening," growled Deadshot. "Don't kid yourself."
"Sure, it isn't..." laughed Harley, while the assassin rolled his eyes, and focused on the road.
Okay, just stay calm, Shot, relax, thought the assassin. The safe house is coming up very soon, you're gonna go in and prepare for tomorrow night... Then take a shower...
All of a sudden, he began to feel relaxed.
Once that's over with... I'll see Harley laying on the bed... in some nightgown lingerie thing that'll make her look fine as hell... maybe light some candles or somethin...
"Want me to keep going?"
Oh, yes, plea - wait... Hold on... Is she actually...?
Looking back at Harley, and now realizing what was going on, Deadshot immediately pushed her aside to the passenger seat. "Are you insane?"
"What?" asked Harley, acting all innocent.
"You..." Deadshot didn't know how to feel right now. "How... Why..."
Before he could continue, Harley started to kiss him passionately.
"Feel better?" She said, after finishing and pulling back.
Deadshot just sat in his seat, and said, "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Is that so? I could make you talk..."
"Seriously, Harley? We're in a freaking car."
She began to pout. "You don't want to see me happy?"
"Of course I want to see you happy, but this is just-"
Harley gave him a slow and deep and passionate kiss.
"I am not about to do it right in the-"
She gave him another one, only more fierce and more passionate.
"You can't always be doing-"
Harley went for another one... this time, she did a "new thing" with her tongue.
"You just don't know when to quit, do you?"
"Come on, I'm bored, play with me..."
Deadshot groaned, but (to Harley's delight) he nodded his head.
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"Oh, my sweet and amazing Harley," said the Joker, walking towards the young woman as he twirled a gun in his hands. "I hate that it's come to this..."
"Puddin, please, you don't have to do this," begged Harley. "Just let me go."
"I know I don't have to, sweetheart..."
Suddenly, he was right in front of her, holding her head in his hands. "I want to do this..."
"You actually going to kill me this time?"
The Joker laughed, and softly touched her cheek, brushing away a few strands of her hair with his gun.
"My special, special girl... I would never try to kill you... No, no, no, no..."
With a grin, the Joker slowly lowered his hand, letting the gun also travel softly down her body.
"But you betrayed me... and you have to pay the price..."
Immediately, Harley began to break down into tears.
"Don't do it, please... I'll do anything, just don't-"
"You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do anymore, Harley Quinn," growled the Joker, looking straight into her eyes as he spoke.
"Don't you love me a little bit enough to listen to me?"
With his free hand, the Joker squeezed her cheeks together, puffing out her lips.
"I did, Harley, but you left me to rot in that wretched asylum... you betrayed me, Dr. Quinn...You and I are now through... so let's just call this my little parting gift."
Harley began to cry even more. "No, no, no, please... Don't do this!"
Instead of talking back, the Joker let out an angry yell, and she closed her eyes, but then, he began to try and "calm" her down. "Oh, shhh, shhh, shhh... It's okay, Harley, I'm not gonna do it."
"Y-you're not?"
The Joker shook his head. "Of course not..."
Then, he grinned. "He is."
Before she could ask who he meant, her savior suddenly entered the room.
"Harley!"
Boom!
Instantly, Harley woke up, unaware that she'd been crying and screaming in her sleep.
"Harley, what is it?" asked Deadshot, now concerned. "What's wrong?"
She turned around, and quickly wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.
"Hey, it's okay," said Deadshot, now trying to comfort her. "I'm here. No one's gonna hurt you."
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After Harley had been able to go back to sleep, Deadshot went out into the backyard, trying to clear his thoughts while feeling the coolness of a midnight breeze, as well as admiring the full moon up in the sky.
He sat down in a chair, leaning back against the wall of the house, and pulled out a cigar.
Using a lighter, he brought the flame over to burn the edge of the cigar, but it suddenly went away.
What the...?
He tried again, but the flame vanished again.
Work, you stupid piece of-
"You know, there are other ways to relax and still keep your lungs healthy."
He turned to the side, and saw a young man, dressed in casual "skater" clothing, along with a red-and-white hoodie.
"Who the hell are you?" Deadshot asked.
"I'm just a guy who does the right thing," replied the young man. "Name's Allen..."
Deadshot nodded his head. "Thank you, but if you don't mind, leave before I shoot a bullet in your head."
Allen chuckled, and said, "Don't worry, I'm gonna leave, I just wanted to tell you something important."
"Like what exactly?"
The young man sighed, and said, "It's about Harley... sort of..."
"What about her?"
"I can't exactly say the whole thing cause I don't anything to change, but just know that, when the time comes, only one can be saved."
Deadshot looked at him with confusion. "What, like, either her or the Joker?
Allen just shrugged.
"Look, kid, I appreciate the help, but I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to Harley ever again.
"As for the Clown, I'm sending his ass straight to hell."
He then began walking over to the nearby trashcan to throw away his now-useless cigar.
"But thanks, I guess, for trying to-"
Whoosh!
Deadshot turned back around, and saw that Allen was gone.
"Shot?"
Harley came out of the house, wrapping her robe tightly around herself. "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine..." said Deadshot. "Just, er, needed to clear my head a little bit."
Harley nodded her head, understanding, and he asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah... Hey, can I ask you something?"
"What?"
At first, Harley looked like she was having trouble finding the right words to say to him.
"Harley?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry... I always wondered... Why did you miss?"
"Miss what?"
She added, "You know, back in Midway City... The helicopter..."
"Oh, that," said Deadshot, chuckling. "Um, well, that's easy... You were my friend, and my one rule while using guns is that I don't use them on kids or females."
Harley waited a moment before she said, "Really? Aw, how thoughtful..."
Deadshot just laughed. "You know, that's one thing I love about you, doll face, you're always full of surprises.
You have no idea, pal.
Ignoring the voices in her head, Harley walked seductively over to him. "What else you love about me?"
"Well... Why don't we go back inside to find out?" replied Deadshot, giving Harley a sly grin.
Grabbing him by the hand, Harley led him back inside the house...
Two Hours Later
"Wow," gasped Harley, trying to catch her breath. "You've... been holding back."
"So have... you..." replied Deadshot.
After her breathing was back to normal, Harley gave him a slow but deep kiss.
"I love you so much, Shot..."
Deadshot smiled back, and said, "I lo-"
Before he could say it back, Harley put a finger to his lips.
"Not yet... I want you to tell whenever it's time for me to be told by you whatever it is that you wanted to tell me."
Well, that makes sense, I guess.
"Okay, doll face... Now, let's get some sleep, I want to teach you some new stuff tomorrow. I know how to get Clown Boy to come to us, but I want you to learn some new thing so you can help."
Harley tilted her head to the side. "Like what, handsome?"
"How to shoot the way I shoot."
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"Are you positive that you're telling me the truth, Doctor?"
The Joker was currently inside of the apartment that June and Rick lived in, and while Rick was asleep, a terrified June was revealing some "important information" to the evil clown.
"I've known since 5 weeks ago."
Joker nodded his head, while his hands twirled around a Swiss Army knife.
"Good, good... I am so glad we didn't have to do things the hard way. Now you never have to see me again... just as long as you don't tell anyone I was here. Understand?"
June quickly nodded her head.
"Perfect, then I'll just be on my way!"
Once he was gone, June immediately regretted giving him the information, but what other choice did she have?
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"Yeah, boss?"
The Joker answered, "Do me a favor, please, Jonny Boy? There's been a slight change of plan."
"What do you mean?"
As he began to laugh, the Joker said, "The game has reached its final level."
Looking up at the full moon, the infamous villain said, "And I just figured out a little cheat code."
