Suicide Squad: Ballroom Blitz
Author's Note: I apologize for not updating right away, but this is literally the longest FF story I have ever published (so far), and I am trying my best to avoid running into writer's block, which I have unfortunately come across in the past.
Disclaimer: Warner Bros. and DC are the rightful owners to Suicide Squad and the DCEU
Chapter 38: A Burning World, Part 2
After several minutes of sliding down the underground passage that Harley had been pulled through, the other four members of the Squad had found their pathway split into two.
"Okay, me and Boomer will take the right one," said Deadshot. "Slade, you and Croc take the left one."
"Sounds like a plan," replied Slade, and he began walking down the left path, followed by Killer Croc.
Deadshot looked down the other path, and started to walk, as well, until he stopped after hearing the sound of a soda can being opened.
He turned around, and saw Boomerang drinking from a can of Bud Light.
"Where the hell did you get that from?"
"From this tiny fridge I found back up there," replied Boomerang. "You want one, too?"
Deadshot rolled his eyes, and said, "Ah, screw it, hand me one."
"Hey, so what are you hiding underneath that helmet you got on?" asked Killer Croc.
Slade replied, "Nothing... I just prefer not to let anyone see it."
"Can't be worse than mine," chuckled the reptilian criminal.
"Well, at least you have both of your eyes," said Slade.
"Then, why not wear an eye patch or something?"
Slade frowned, and said, "Because I cannot bring fear that way to those who are my enemy. This mask, however, does exactly that... except for you and the other Squad members, as well as Waller, Rick, and Moone."
Croc just nodded his head. "But don't you ever get hot underneath that thing?"
Slade shook his head, and said, "I made it so that it keeps cool while I am wearing it."
"Huh, how convenient..."
"So, what you think the kid's gonna be, a boy or girl?"
"Well, I always wondered what it would be like for Zoe to have a little brother..."
Boomerang chuckled, and said, "So, I guess you don't want it to be a girl?"
Deadshot replied, "Hey, no, I did not say that... I'm happy with whoever it will be, as long as I'll be able to have them in my life."
The thief nodded his head. "Sure, sure... but you gotta admit, that's gonna be a lot of girls you gotta take care of."
The assassin gave him a look, and Boomerang said, "Right, I got it, shutting up..."
"You know, it seems like you actually know your way around here."
Slade looked at Croc, and said, "I have never been here in my life."
"No, not this, I'm talking about up top, the city."
"Oh, of course," chuckled Slade. "Well, let's just say that I have some history in Jump City..."
Croc asked, "Like what kind of history?"
Slade replied, "Let me put it this way, if it was a television show, it would need at least seven seasons before it could ever reach a grand finale."
Croc chuckled, and said, "Good luck with the way television is these days..."
As Deadshot finished his can of beer, he crushed it in his hands, and tossed it to the floor.
"Hey, man, come on, I could've turned that in to get some cash," said Boomerang.
Deadshot chuckled, and said, "Please, like that's gonna even help by the time you get out of Belle Reve."
Boomerang just rolled his eyes, and opened up another can.
"Man, how many did you take from that fridge back there?"
"Just a few," replied Boomerang. "I don't mind sharing, though, if you want some."
Deadshot rolled his eyes, saying, "I am not about to enter a drunken state when we finally find Harley."
"Who said anything about getting drunk?" said Boomerang. "This just helps me calm my nerves, and get ready for whatever comes next. Besides, the way that this hallway is going and whatnot, it'll be a while before we even get to wherever the hell she is."
He offered his friend another can of beer, and the assassin accepted it, saying, "Fine, but don't ever tell anyone about this. Got it?"
"Loud and clear, Shot..."
"What the..." mumbled a dazed Harley. "Where am I?"
She looked around, and saw that someone had strapped her to a table.
"Well, hello, beautiful..."
Harley turned to the side, and saw a woman around her age, who was dressed up in a tight, curvy, and revealing green-colored dress.
Oh, my gosh, it's her... Amylase Pile...
"Um, hi?" answered the former psychiatrist. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I don't think so... I'd remember a pretty face like yours."
She then began to put on some lipstick, which made Harley reply, "Whoa, hold up a sec, Amylase, I'm already taken."
"As am I, honey, this isn't for you... oh, and you can call me by my real name, not my anagram one."
Harley rolled her eyes. and replied, "Well, what would that be exactly?"
Amylase stroked a finger across Harley's body, and saying, "Wouldn't you love to know..."
Harley gulped, and thought, And people say that I'm a crazy chick!
"Well, this is just great."
Deadshot and Boomerang had finally reached the end of the hallway, but now, they were standing in front of a locked door that was covered in leaves and branches.
"I don't suppose your bullets and stuff would help us out in this situation?" suggested Boomerang.
The assassin shook his head. "Doubt it... but I think we can do this the old-school way."
"Come again?"
A moment later...
"All right, in three... two... one... go!"
Deadshot and Boomerang charged as fast as they could towards the door, planning to knock it down, but right as they were about to make contact, the door suddenly opened, and they ended up tripping over a few branches that were growing out from underneath.
"Glad you could join us," chuckled Slade, looking down at his former partner.
"Screw you, Deathstroke," growled an annoyed Deadshot, rubbing his shoulder while he tried to stand up.
