Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz

Chapter 30 (The End?)

Author's Note: Warner Bros and DC are the rightful owners of "Suicide Squad"

Deadshot paced back and forth as he waited for the news.

"Shot, please, you're not making things easier for any of us."

The assassin sat back down next to Rick, saying, "I'm sorry... I just can't believe I was this damn close to losing her."

"Well, what's important right now is that Harley's safe... and that we all continue to hope that the baby is safe, too."

Nearby, Boomerang nodded his head. "I hope so, too, buddy..."

"Me, too," replied Killer Croc, who had the hood from his sweater over his head.

Deadshot smiled, and said, "Thanks, guys... it means a lot..."

A few more hours later, June came towards them, followed by another doctor, who asked, "Which one of you is Mr. Lawton?"

Deadshot immediately stood up. "Uh, that would be me, Doc... are they gonna be okay?"

The elderly doctor said, with a smile, "It's a miracle, Mr. Lawton... sort of... no, no, don't be afraid, I meant that even though she suffered a few burns to her wrists and legs, Harley is perfectly fine, but also exhausted."

"And the baby?"

"For five or six weeks since it was created... nothing has changed. Still the same and as normal as ever."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you..." said Deadshot, shaking the doctor's hand, and giving June a hug.

She was surprised, at first, but then, she smiled, and returned the favor by softly hugging back.

"Is she awake?"

"She's resting for the moment, but I think you should probably be there when she is awake," suggested the doctor.


"Hello?" Harley was walking, but everything around her was nothing but blank space.

"Hello, Harley..."

Immediately, she turned around, expecting to see the Joker... which she did, but he looked different.

"You cleaned up," said Harley. "And your teeth are all fixed and... white..."

"Well, of course," replied Joker. "This is how you would want me to be if we lived like normal people, correct?"

Just like in the vision that the Enchantress made.

"I can give you that, Harley... if you'll let me..."

She was speechless, at first, but then, she said, "I... I... can't...?"

"But why not?"

"Because I love her, too."

Harley turned around, and saw Deadshot, except he looked the way he did on their first day in San Francisco.

"Floyd..."

"That may be what you used to see deep inside of him, Harley," said the assassin. "But that will never happen."

Normal Joker shook his head. "You don't know that, Floyd."

"Man, your real and only self almost killed her and my child!"

"Harley, please, we could live a life in Gotham as a normal family, with pure innocence and trust..."

Deadshot chuckled. "Innocence is such a strong word to describe a life in Gotham..."

Harley tried to make contact with the voices in her head, but she only got one response.

The choice must be yours, and yours alone...

"Harley, please, I could take care of you."

The Joker shook his head. "You and I were made for each other, Harley... You are the yin to my yang."

"I love both of you."

Harley looked at Deadshot, confused.

"I love both Harley Quinn, and Harleen Quinzel. You've shown both sides to me, and I am in love with both of them."

Harley felt her heart skip a beat while the Joker suddenly started to vanish.

"Harley... I love you..."


"What?"

She slowly opened her eyes, and turned to the side, seeing Deadshot, who was sitting in a chair that was right next to her bed.

"I said I love you, Harley... You and our future son or daughter..."

Harley began to panic a little bit. I never told him yet, h-how did he-

"Whoa, hey, take it easy, doll face," said Deadshot. "It's fine, nothing happened to him or her... and June told me about you."

Oh. That makes sense.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Harley smirked, and said, "I guess I picked up some bad habits."

Rembering the ring that was in his pocket, Deadshot said, "Well... Since I told you now that I love you, I guess now would be a good time for me to start."

"Start what?"

Before he could answer, however, Harley suddenly said, "Wait a sec, Shot!"

You can't be serious.

"I remember... hearing... Diablo's voice..."

Deadshot chuckled. "He's not with us anymore, remember?"

"No, I'm being serious, Shot... I could have sworn that I heard him yell out my name!"

Laughing, the assassin stood up, and said, "I think you need to rest some more, sweetheart. Doc said that you were exhausted."

All of a sudden, Harley began to feel very sleepy again.

"See? I told you... Get some rest, doll face."

He moved down to kiss her forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Harley smiled, and as he walked away, she said, "Okay... I love you, Floyd."

Opening the door, Deadshot turned to look at her, with a smile on his face. "I love you too, Harleen."

After he was gone, Harley closed her eyes.

I knew that I was smart enough to play-

"Yeah, yeah, we get it, you love the guy. How many times are we gonna hear that?"

"Hey, leave her alone, please? She's been through enough."

"Oh, and we don't every damn day of the week?"

Harley giggled, and teased, "Better play nice, cause for 9 months or so, you are gonna have to listen to the voices that might pop up in my child's head."

Once she said that, almost aof the voices in her mind went ballistic.

What?!

Are you serious right now?!

We have enough with Harley, now we got to listen to that little brat?!

Hey, what did I just say? Leave her alone!

Harley just laughed silently to herself, glad that, for hopefully a very long time, the madness and chaos was over.


As Deadshot went back to the waiting room, and sat down in a chair, Rick asked, "You gonna tell her what happened to the Joker?"

He thought about it for a moment before saying, "Maybe one day."


"Alfred?" Bruce said, looking at the person in front of him. "I found her."

"Wow... Um, congrats, Master Wayne, but I think it would be best for us to speak again after you have had your alone time with Miss Kyle."

Bruce smiled, and said, "Thanks..."

"Of course, sir..."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce went over to the person's face, and trailed his fingers gently over her cheek. "Selina..."


Before going back to his home, Chato looked up at the sky, and smiled.

"Thank for letting me save my family again."

You are very welcome, my son.


Later that night, Rick and June were in bed together, but instead of having sex, they were feeling their own child deliver his or her first kicks.

"I love you, June," said Rick, kissing her forehead.

Like Harley, June was also glad that the terror of the Enchantress was gone forever.

"I love you, too..."


Holding up a sign for the person he was waiting for, Boomerang looked at the older gentleman standing next to him.

"Hey, man, how you doin'?"

"Digger?"

Boomerang smiled, and said, "Hey, welcome back to America!"

Katana chuckled a little bit, and as the two of them shook hands, she asked, "So, what have I missed?"

As they went to go and hail a cab, Boomerang laughed, and said, "Trust me, sweetheart, it's a long story."


Inside of his cell, Killer Croc was laying back on his bed, searching through his large selection of t.v. channels.

"Gotta love that high definition," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Author's Post-Note: It's not even close from being the end just yet.


Sometime after...

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

"I do..."

Deadshot smiled.

"And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?"

"I do..."

Harley tried her best not to cry.

"Then, by the power invested in me, in the word of our Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I now pronounce this couple husband and wife."

With a smile, the priest said, "And you may now kiss the bride."

Deadshot continued to smile as he stood up to clap for Rick and June, while Harley kept telling herself to not cry.

Too bad Waller couldn't let all of the team go, thought Deadshot. But maybe now I'll be able to have my moment.

A few hours later, at the wedding reception party, he brought Harley out to a nearby meadow, where she asked, "What now, Floyd? I'm hungry, and all that food smell is driving me crazy."

Deadshot chuckled. "Trust me, this is way more important food."

Harley sighed, but smiled, and nodded her head, waiting for Deadshot to continue.

"Harleen Quinzel..."

She began to blush, her face almost matching the ends of one of her pigtails.

"You only get one chance in life to-"

Attention, everyone, the food is going by faster than usual, so if you do not come now, you will have to wait another hour or so for more food to come.

"Hold that thought, Shot," yelled Harley. "I got to get us some food!"

As she ran back to the hall, Deadshot groaned, and said, "Well, at least I won't get interrupted by-"

"You heard the man, Croc, I ain't waiting for that long for more food to come!"

Both of them?!

Deadshot slapped his palm to his forehead, and muttered, "How much worse can this night get for me?"