Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Chapter 35 - Who to Choose?
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.
And I am obviously way beyond the end of the movie, but honestly, at this point, I just care about making a good story.
Also, again, 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.
By the time the plane had landed at an airport in Jump City, and the five of them had checked into a hotel, it was a few hours until midnight, so everyone went into their separate rooms to turn in.
As he took a shower, Deadshot was starting to think more about his conversation with Slade about how both of them had changed.
What if Harley wants to settle down?
Nah, she doesn't want that either.
The assassin shook his head, telling himself that he knew for sure that people like him and Harley would never be able to simply "settle down".
That's what made them the people they were right now, and it didn't look like they would stop anytime soon.
Meanwhile, Harley was sitting down on the bed, brushing her hair, and was also having a conversation with the voices in her head.
So, this is how life is when you get knocked up and become engaged to someone? (Sarcastic, annoyed voice)
Oh, for the love of... she's not some reckless teenager, she is a grown woman! (More reasonable voice)
Harley rolled her eyes. You two can't just seem to get along, can you?
What do you expect? We're different parts of your personality, sweetheart. (Reasonable)
Yeah, well, nobody expected you to show up. (Sarcastic)
Well, considering the situation that she is in, I had to make my appearance known. (Reasonable)
Harley became confused as she thought, What situation you talking about?
After that, there was now only one voice inside her head, for the moment.
You still don't know whether you should be with Floyd or Puddin'. (Reasonable)
Yes, I do, I chose Shot. I'm having our kid, we're getting married... (Harley)
I am aware of that, sweetie, but believe it or not, there's part of you in here that still longs to be with Mister J. (Reasonable)
Well, can't you get rid of it or something? (Harley)
Sorry, but, no, we can't. That can only happen when you decide to fully commit yourself to either Deadshot or Joker. (Reasonable)
Harley set down her brush on a nearby coffee table. Well, then, I'll do it right now. I choose Shot.
*Momentary Silence*
If I had a face, I'd be smirking right now... you can't just say it, or think it, Harley. It has to come from deep inside, from the bottom of your heart, and frankly, I didn't even believe you when you thought that. (Reasonable)
Why not? I love Shot, and he loves me... (Harley)
I know, but like I said, part of you still wants to be with Puddin... and whenever the final choice is made, it has to be made by you.
Suddenly, Harley looked at the door nearby. Well, maybe I could get a second opinion.
But as she got up, she first went over to the bathroom door, and knocked on it. "Shot?"
"Just finishing up my shower, doll face. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine... I just need to, um, get some fresh air for a moment or two... alone..."
She waited for his response.
"Oh... okay... girl time... all right, that's fine, I was going to talk to Zoe anyway. Just be careful, all right?"
"You got it, handsome."
So, Harley grabbed her baseball bat, put on a robe over her nightgown, and left their room to walk over to the door that was across the hall.
Knock, knock, knock!
The door opened up. "Harley?"
"Hey, Helmet Head... mind if we talk for a little bit?"
Slade stepped out of the doorway to look for any sign of Deadshot. "I'm not sure if Lawton would be exactly okay with that."
"I'll deal with him... I need some help with something from someone other than him."
Slade sighed, and thought, Please don't kill me, Floyd.
"Well... okay, but not for long..."
Five Hours Later
Slade hung his head, thinking to himself, No wonder Floyd's changed so much.
"So, that's where I am at right now... I just can't fully decide yet."
Slade laid back against the wall, and crossed his arms. "Well, honestly, Harley, I can't tell you to be with... but I can say that you probably have a more healthy relationship with Lawton."
But before Harley could say anything else, Slade held up his hand. "Look, we've talked, and I've given my advice, Quinn, but I do need my sleep, and I apologize if I sound rude."
He then gestured to the door, saying, "And if I recall, your soon-to-be-husband is probably worried sick about you."
Oh, shit.
Harley quickly left the room, while Slade sighed, and muttered, "That woman is something else..."
Deadshot was peacefully sound asleep, but he was suddenly woken up by someone getting into bed with him, and wrapping her arms around his chest.
"You okay, doll face?" mumbled the assassin
"Just peachy, Shot... I'm sorry I took so long."
Deadshot turned to look at Harley, and said, "It's fine, I'm just glad you're here now... I was thinking, too..."
"About what?"
The assassin said, "Well, our future together, once the kid comes, and we're married... I just want you to be happy."
Harley kissed him on the lips, and replied, "I am happy, Shot... can't you see that?"
"Of course, I can... I just don't want you to keep getting hurt."
"Well, as long as you're always with me, that will definitely never happen again."
Deadshot smirked, and said, "There is no way in hell I am letting you be taken from me again."
"That's my bad guy," replied Harley, as she gave him a passionate kiss, and eventually, she fell asleep in his arms.
Kissing the top of her forehead, Deadshot smiled, and before going to sleep, he said, "Love you, doll face."
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
[Dream]
"Is she okay, Doc?" asked the assassin.
As an answer, June went over to Rick, giving him a hug, and started to cry while Deadshot looked back at the elderly doctor.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lawton... but..."
When the doctor finished his sentence, Deadshot was frozen in shock, for a moment, and then, he started to cry.
Rick sighed, and put a hand on Deadshot's shoulder to try and comfort him, but the assassin angrily moved away.
"You get the hell away from me," growled the assassin.
"Hey, mate, calm down, it's not his fault," said Boomerang.
Deadshot glared at his friend, and said, "Shut up before I knock your damn head off!"
"Floyd, please..." June walked over to Deadshot, softly grabbing his arm. "Just go see her... she needs you right now..."
A tearful-eyed Deadshot just shook his head, saying, "I can't... right now... I need a moment..."
Before June could say anything else, Deadshot walked away, and Rick tried to follow him, but June held her boyfriend back.
"Honey, no... he has to be alone."
Rick sighed, and he looked back at his friend leaving the hospital. "I know..."
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
As he prepared his gun, Deadshot muttered, "Gotta do what I gotta do..."
Then, he used all of his strength to knock down the door of a particular bar where most of Gotham's "scum" chose to hang out at... and it was also the place that the Joker usually brought Harley to, as well as when he had shot one of his own thugs for looking at Harley.
"Hey, what the hell was that for?" yelled the bar's manager.
Boom!
As the lifeless body fell to the ground, Deadshot looked at all of the people inside, and said, "All the guys in here that work for the fucking Joker is about to get their blown off... if you can leave before I finish counting to five."
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
One of the thugs laughed, and said, "Who the hell do you think you are, tough guy?"
Boom!
"Your worst nightmare... now where was I? Oh, yeah... one!"
All of the women began to leave the club, much to Deadshot's satisfaction. "Two..."
"Look, pal, you got a lot of nerve showing up-" Boom!
After pulling out his rifle, and making sure that there was no women or children around, Deadshot said, "You know, fuck it, I'm just gonna kill all of you assholes right now."
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead
"Shot, stop!"
After he had finished his "massacre", Deadshot turned to see Harley, in a hospital gown, shocked at the sight in front of her. "Harley? Why are you here?"
"Shot, please, stop... you're a good person, you don't have to do this."
Deadshot gritted his teeth, and cried, "The Joker killed our child, Harley! He almost killed you!"
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
She walked over to her boyfriend, saying, "Shot, please..."
"Then, what in God's name am I supposed to do, Harley?"
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life
As an answer, Harley went over to Deadshot, and hugged him tightly, letting out all of the tears she had been holding in. "Just stay with me, okay? Don't leave me... I can't lose you, too..."
Deadshot's anger slowly started to wash away, and as he dropped his guns, he began hugging Harley back. "I'm sorry, doll face... I just... our child..."
"I know, Shot, I know..."
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
The next day, the five of them went into a cafe, and sat at a table to look over Waller's folder of information to find out more about their mission.
"Hey, Shot. You okay?"
Deadshot looked at Slade, and answered, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"Just making sure."
The assassin chuckled, and said, "Thanks... okay, so according to this folder, the person behind this is someone named Amylase Pile."
Boomerang frowned. "What the hell kind of name is that for a chick?"
"Or a guy," replied Harley.
Deadshot shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea, but this dude or girl must've watched a lot of stuff on Discovery Channel."
"Why do you say that?" asked Harley.
As he showed the photos that were in the folder to everyone else, they began to understood what he had meant.
"Almost looks like my kind of place," said Killer Croc.
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "Yeah, well, we got to stop whatever the hell he or she is doing, or else this is gonna turn into some Jurassic Park or Jumanji shit."
Harley laughed, saying, "Aw, come on, Shot, that stuff only happens in comic books."
The assassin chuckled, and said, "Yeah, well, that's how it looks in these photos with all of these damn plants and trees and stuff."
Slade replied, "All right, then, where are we supposed to start?"
"Well, it says that there is this place... that... yo, Harkness, everything okay?"
A nervous Boomerang just gulped, and said, "Maybe you should ask that."
Before Deadshot could ask what the thief had meant, a green tentacle suddenly came out of the fireplace that was behind the assassin, and swiftly wrapped itself around Deadshot's neck, getting into a tight grip.
"What the hell?" gasped Deadshot.
Whack!
All of a sudden, the tentacle fell off, and Deadshot turned to see Slade standing next to him, a sword in his hands.
"Thanks..." replied Deadshot, rubbing his neck, and coughing a few times.
"Don't mention it," said Slade.
Harley went over to Deadshot, checking to see if he was okay.
"I'm fine, doll face..."
She gave him a quick kiss while Slade looked out the window, and said, "Uh, guys, I think we have some company."
As the others looked in the same direction, Deadshot groaned. "Oh, perfect..."
"Here, Quinn..."
The assassin watched as Slade handed Harley his other sword, with the masked man saying, "No offense, you two lovebirds, but I don't think a bat or a mallet would be very effective in this situation."
Deadshot just smirked, and said, "You always had to be the guy to help a lady, huh?"
"What can I say?" shrugged Slade. "I was more handsome than you anyway."
"Really?" said Harley, laughing after Deadshot looked at her. "I'm kidding!"
"If he took off that damn mask, it'd be a different story," replied Deadshot, who put on his own mask.
Slade chuckled, and said, "You're one to talk."
"Hey, mine is way more better than yours, Sling Blade."
"In your own opinion, yes..."
Harley rolled her eyes, and said, "Uh, guys, Croc and Boomer already left to fight the weird creature things."
The three of them looked outside to see the citizens of Jump City trying to run away and escape from the large group of plant-like monsters, who were starting to fight with Boomerang and Killer Croc.
"Okay, then, let's get this shit done."
