Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 33 - The New Guy
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... and who thinks that the Joker is dead?
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.
Although the past few days had been unbelievably amazing and wonderful, it wasn't long for things to return the way they normally were in the world that they lived in.
And it all started the day after Rick and June's wedding when Waller brought Harley, Deadshot, Boomerang, and Killer Croc outside to the Training Yard.
"First off, let me just say congrats on the pregnancy, Miss Quinn," said the government official.
Harley smiled, and said, "Wow, thanks, Boss Lady, you almost sounded like a good person that time!"
Waller just smirked. "I suppose that you and Lawton have some... concerns... in regards to what happens in eight months when he or she is born?"
"Er... well..." replied Deadshot. "Now that we're out here, Waller, I wanted to ask that if she could, um, simply stay here at the prison when it comes close to the kid's arrival, and sit out on whatever missions you have for us."
"Is that all?"
"Well, I mean, I'm all for keeping him or her, but this place ain't exactly a place for kids, so-"
He stopped when she held up her hand. "Tell you what, Lawton - if all of you successfully complete this new mission that I am about to inform you on, we will discuss more about new privileges and see if we can come to an agreement. That fair?'
"Sounds good to me."
Waller nodded her head, and was about to talk about the new mission when Boomerang asked, "Hey, why isn't Rick here?"
"He and Dr. Moone are spending time away from Gotham to have their honeymoon," replied Waller. "But in the meantime, I am here today because there have been reports of unexplained absences and supernatural catastrophes occurring in Jump City."
"What, like the stuff we all dealt with in Midway City?" asked Deadshot.
"I'm not entirely sure right now," answered Waller. "There's a binder of information for all of you to look at, but I am hoping that you can stop this problem before it reaches Gotham."
Deadshot was still feeling a little confused, but he figured that once he looked at the folder, things would become more clear.
"So, you're gonna fly all four of us over there?" asked Killer Croc.
Waller shook her head. "There's a new teammate who will be joining you, and he's also the newest criminal to be sentenced here."
"Who's that?" asked Deadshot.
"That would be me."
Everyone turned to the left to see a middle-aged man, who was handcuffed, and being accompanied by several guards.
"Yo, Metal Head, what the hell is up with your mask?" laughed Boomerang. "Definitely matches the orange jumpsuit, though."
The masked man simply stared at Boomerang, and said, "That's not really your concern, Unicorn Boy."
Boomerang frowned, and said, "Okay, old timer, you did not just call me a damn boy!"
"Well, you do act like one sometimes," replied Killer Croc.
"Oh, gee, thanks for backing me up," yelled Boomerang.
"Enough playing around," warned Waller. "You all are going to have to get along with him, or else..."
She then turned to walk away, but stopped when Boomerang yelled, "So, does that mean you're turning back on those things in our necks?"
"What do you think?"
Boomerang gulped as he looked at Waller's stony expression, and she said, "I thought so. You all know the rules."
Once Waller was gone, the guards walked away from the group of criminals, and began bringing suitcases that were filled with all of their supplies, suits, etc.
"Just like last time," chuckled Boomerang.
"Love the new hoodie," said Killer Croc, who began to change out of his prison clothing.
As for the new "bad guy", once his handcuffs were removed, he started rubbing his sore wrists, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's certainly been a while... hasn't it, Floyd?"
Harley, who had no idea who this new person was, looked at her boyfriend, and asked, "You know this guy, Shot?"
Deadshot smirked, and said, "I just assumed that you were dead... considering how the last job went down."
"Oh, can't we just leave things in the past?" replied the criminal. "You weren't exactly successful, either, once everything was done and over with."
Before Deadshot could answer back, Harley suddenly went up to the new guy, and offered a handshake. "Hiya, Helmet Head, nice to meet ya, I'm-"
"Harleen Quinzel, or better known as Harley Quinn," replied the newcomer, who took her hand into his, and brought it to his lips. "I have heard much about you from your... former companion... it's a pleasure to meet you."
Deadshot simply remained silent, even though he was telling himself in his mind to remain calm and not freak out.
As for Harley, she felt herself blush, saying, "Well, thank you... what's your name, handsome?"
"What?"
She looked over at Deadshot, saying, "I call almost every guy that, Shot."
"Don't be so upset, Floyd," replied the newcomer. "I was only being polite, and she didn't seem to mind."
"Yeah, well, don't get used to it," said the assassin. "And only my friends call me by my real name."
The newcomer asked, "So, we aren't friends, then, Floyd, after all that we have been through?"
"You left me to die."
"As did you," replied the masked man. "Surely no one can hold a grudge for that long?"
Harley suddenly said, "Yeah, Shot, he seems nice..."
Deadshot sighed, and said, "Let me think about it. All right?"
"Whatever you want, Lawton," replied the masked man. "And take all the time you need... if you have to... because it looks like we'll be seeing each other a lot more often."
The assassin just grunted in response, and the newcomer walked away to change out of his own prison clothes when Harley asked, "Oh, wait, so what do I call you?"
"Oh, me?" He replied, giving her a smile underneath his mask. "You can call me Slade..."
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "That's something different, Deathstroke."
Slade looked over at Deadshot, saying, "Wouldn't want her to get our alternate names mixed up during your guys' fun time, would we, Deadshot?"
The assassin began to step forward, but Harley held him back. "Hey, it's okay, Shot, I'm sure he was just trying to be a good friend to you."
"Exactly," replied Slade, who then offered a handshake to Deadshot. "Care to call a truce?"
Deadshot waited a moment before walking over to Slade to shake his hand. "For now.. but I am warning you right now, Slade, I'm a whole lot better at what I do since the last time we saw each other. You don't want to get on my bad side."
From underneath his mask, Slade smirked, and said, "I was hoping you would say something like that..."
He paused his sentence to flick a small object in Boomerang's direction, and the three of them watched as the thief's favorite stuffed toy was sliced in half.
"What the hell?!"
Deadshot and Harley looked back at Slade, who added, "Because I would certainly hate for someone to get on my bad side."
